delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

Another month. Oops.

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Let's start off with things that have happened most recently. I've been knitting, and yesterday I finished my project. Because of the Olympics and increased transport congestion, I've been taking the 6.10 train to the city, and knitting is good for the commute. I'm currently writing out some notecards so I can work on my next thing.

I also watched all of Teen Wolf - the first season on Sunday last week, and the second from Sunday night through to Tuesday. (Work is so inconvenient sometimes.) It's been a little while since I marathoned something without getting bored of it in some way, and the show is surprisingly good at being consistent with plot and maintaining engagement. Now I have to wait for the last two episodes. Rude.

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The night of the opening ceremony, I went to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time with The (Ex-) Flatmate and [livejournal.com profile] hestia8. Guys. GUYS. What an amazing adaptation of the book! It's a minimalist stage, made up like the inside of the protagonist's mind, which makes full use of its cast. Some of it was like a dance. I loved it so much that I've bought tickets to see it again in a couple of weeks.

I also went to see The Lion King. I saw it a few years back, but this time we went for [livejournal.com profile] yaiyeishka's birthday, and I got us aisle seats. THE ANIMALS COME DOWN THE AISLES. I was embarrassingly moved by the opening sequence. I came over all Dana from Sports Night.

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family & work. )


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I'm sure I had more to talk about, but I can't remember. Oh! So, I got sucked into this game on G+. I don't normally play games online - the rare few are, like, bejewelled and bubble blast knock-offs. I was playing something similar on G+ a couple of months ago but then those games got taken down, so I stopped. Obviously. But last night I started playing this game where you build "cities" by clustering objects until their combined value increases. e.g. Three grasses makes a bush, three bushes makes a tree, three trees a small house etc. etc. IT IS MENTAL. Sometimes there are bears! If you trap the bears they turn into headstones. I-- yeah. There are also NINJA BEARS that can TELEPORT.

Let me say that again: TELEPORTING NINJA BEARS.

I don't even know, but I am so addicted to this stupid thing.

delga: ([Random] scream.)

I am trying to remember the many things that have happened since the last time I updated and, as ever, am coming up blank. I talked myself out of updating a couple of times because I was freaking out over a few things which, in the end, turned out to be ridiculous. But it's been a whole month! So.

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I saw En Kongelig Affære at the BFI, which was pretty standard historical costume romance, except in Danish. Mads Mikkelsen played Struensee with a kindness I hadn't expected, but I was most delighted by Mikkel Følsgaard, who played the mad king. I am not at all surprised that he was lauded at Berlin earlier in the year.

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Spent an evening hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] xanitia of whom I do not see enough. Went out for a very pleasant dinner, and then headed back to mine and watched Island which is very good, but also very odd. I'd seen it before, but had forgotten whole swathes of it. Sent [livejournal.com profile] xanitia on her way with Brick which she has never seen, wtf.

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The Mother and I made time for Snow White and the Huntsman which was visually very, very good, but lacked definition. We both felt that the ending was terribly anticlimactic - not because we knew what the outcome would be, but because there were key points in the final act where someone says something to Snow...and then there is awkward silence as she stares at them and doesn't answer. It wasn't entirely clear to me why we were supposed to root for Snow to take the throne - I mean, other than Ravenna clearly being unfit to rule. Charlize Theron was wonderful as the evil queen, and I loved the people they cast as the dwarves, but ultimately I came out of the cinema feeling let down. Something was lacking.

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let's stick a cut in here: theatre, BFI, and London. )


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I completely failed to go to any of the Poetry Parnassus events, which I am irritated with myself over, even though I rationalised the decision to myself at the time, but I did manage to track down The Red Ball and some painted phoneboxes, so not all bad.

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I have seen the first two episodes of The Newsroom. opinions that others have also had. )


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Did I talk about the last episode of Girls? Girls. )


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I bought some albums! I haven't properly listened to Metric's Synthetica just yet because I haven't been in the mood to listen to pop electronica. I have, however, spent a lot of time listening to Jesca Hoop's latest offering, The House That Jack Built, which is quirky and playful, and has a couple of stunning tracks. At some point I will share, but will have to save that for when I am not zipping through a month of stuff.

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I saw Henry IV Part 1 and Part 2 in preview at the BFI on Monday. GOSH. GUYS. Are you watching The Hollow Crown? Stylistically the "episodes" don't match up (different directors), but they're a great feat. Some truly wonderful performances, and the whole set has a very cinematic feel to it. Wonderful adaptations.

Afterwards there was a very interesting Q&A. I have notes! But I am not sure how interested people are, so will probably bullet point them on tumblr after Henry IV is broadcast.

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I taught Baby Cousin how to knit, and then bought her some supplies. She tells me she is going to make a scarf. Atta girl!

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This week has been sort of crazy because I've had a few things on, and because I've been working odd hours. The Olympic torch came through Deeping this morning, and we all came out to see it, despite the rain. Tomorrow I'm back at the Nash to see Helen McCrory and Rory Kinnear in conversation. Friday, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I are going to see Raza Jaffrey as Billy Flynn in Chicago. Exciiiiting!

My sister is back from Spain now, and she's brought two Spaniards with her. She's been taking them around - Lincoln, Cambridge, London, and all their shops - and I've met up with them for lunch (or to help them buy tickets to Shrek the Musical). They were here when Spain won the Euro final, and they came with us to see the torch this morning. They're very sweet girls, and Baby Cousin is quite taken with them. But it's meant the house has been a bit crazy, because there are people around all the time, and I've had around 10 months of being mostly by myself. The adjustment has been odd.

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Work is work is work. Have had a few weeks where it's been a bit slow and then intermittently frantic because other people are horribly inefficient, but whatever. It is still going; I am still going. It's almost one year since I started, but I try not to think about that too much because it freaks me out.

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GUYS. WHAT UP.

delga: ([grace] yayarms!)

Very quiet in the office yesterday. With a lot of people off for half-term and the end of the Jubilee bank holiday, we also had people out at a big all-day meeting, plus two designers who spent the end of the week in Warsaw. My co-worker only worked half day, so for the morning it was just me and one other girl in our set of desks. Let's call her Stitch (she runs Stitch&Story). She was very excited because she was offered a spot at Spitalfields Market for free, and was trying to work out how she was going to set up her stall.

My co-worker was on a conference call at three pm. Near the end, she said, "OK, should I email Paul?" There was a bit of a pause before she exclaimed, "Oh, Paul, I'm so sorry; I thought I was talking to Neil!" Everyone around her heard, bless her. She cracks me up.

Anyway, it's been a slow week because we've only done three days, and I've been building graphics in flash. Not high-end stuff - I haven't actually been trained how to use the software, so my graphics are flat - but some pictures and tables. To be honest, I spent most of yesterday emailing [livejournal.com profile] hestia8, so. Yeah.

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I have a nail appointment today. I need to keep reminding myself or I'll forget to put on shoes and leave the house.

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Guys, I have actually been doing stuff since my last update! [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker swanned into London, and we terrorised waitresses, tried to see a film (I ruined that), and then travelled to Bath. It was excellent, and as ever, I wish there had been more time.

There was also a family wedding which, thankfully, went off fairly painlessly. When I came back from it, I completely failed to do anything Jubilee-related.

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Gate-crashed ("gate-crashed") the Prometheus premiere, so.

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On Monday I am going to a preview screening of En Kongelig Affære at the BFI. Nggggggh, stupidly excited about this. I have only been waiting for this film for two years, no big deal.

I am also spending some time with [livejournal.com profile] xanitia next week who I haven't seen in months. I miss her! But she's coming back! \o/

People who will also be back next week: my mother, who is in Spain with my sister. She has left food enough for an army, and there's only my dad to eat it all. (I am subsisting on my own creations.) (OK, yes, mostly homemade croissants, BUT THEY ARE LUSH.)

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I have watched some teevee, but I don't have a lot to say about it. Have loved the heck out of season 2 of Game of Thrones; have found Mad Men disturbing on many levels. I want The Hour to come back (soon, soon). Once Upon a Time is entertaining but sloooow, and does that annoying back and forth with its central romance where one goes for it, and the other backs off. UGH. Annoying. Boring. But I like the rest of it enough.

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I found a Glee fic I started to write so I am amnestying the hell out of that today. In other news: wah, wah, waaaaaah. I need to remember my nail appointment.

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WHOOP 8 YEARS ON ELJAY!

Does it count if my posting as slowed down? Idk.

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I have actual things to update about but have fallen into a mood hole, so I'm going to wait. The weather is not playing ball today, and I have to buy a dress for a wedding, and other stuff. So. Yeah.

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Julie Delpy has made a film that is apparently a sequel to another film. Does anyone know if either one is worth it?

delga: ([Random] full bloom.)

How Love Came to Us
by Eric Evans

Gradually, and working its way slowly, through all things,
beginning even long before we knew each other.
Through emptiness, through aimlessness,
the spirit’s daily wandering in the desert of the familiar,
fed by nights of exhaustion and driven by occasional despair,
by grief, loss compounded upon loss.
Through the patient forbearance of cruelties,
year after year, through folly, through faith and faithlessness,
through half-measures and weakness, through your and my
daily silent supplications and small acts of ordinary magic,
the spontaneous calling out to distant spirits,
each in our separate ways, and for answer the surge of the wind,
the circulation of the sun and the moon,
the churning of the far away oceans
that we each knew and felt in our own blood and breath.
So that when we first saw each other
finally that one July evening at twilight,
it seemed almost as if nothing happened.
A life had already grown up wild around us like a meadow,
was already waiting for us, silent, open.

delga: ([Random] scream.)

I was supposed to update this weekend and then somehow that never happened. What the hell?

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Friday night I saw Nicholas Farrell and Anna Chancellor at the Harold Pinter Theatre. (Formerly the Comedy Theatre.) They were performing in a double bill that transferred from the Chichester Festival which is apparently the place to go for upcoming theatre; a lot of stuff transferred in the past year. Anyway, the plays were South Downs by David Hare and The Browning Version by Terrence Rattigan. Apparently the Rattigan is normally paired together with another play that no-one likes, so Hare was asked to script an accompaniment. South Downs is a funny piece about a school boy who doesn't fit in with his peers because of his social class, his sharp intellect, and complete lack of charm. In the space of an hour Hare covers social and religious discourse with a very light touch, though ultimately it feels like a commissioned piece. By which I mean: it doesn't really close up properly. Wonderfully staged, though, and Anna Chancellor was incredibly charming as the actress mother of the school boy's acquaintance. Pretty certain I heard Stella Gonet in the voiceover.

The Rattigan was crushing; an absolute blow to the gut. Set on a school master's final day it follows him as he uncovers his wife's infidelity, is denied a pension by the school board, and has to come to terms with the knowledge that for all his ardour for teaching, he is not well-liked and probably will not be missed. Nicholas Farrell was phenomenal. Rattigan is bald-faced with his characters; he doesn't let them delude themselves. The play was almost violence in its matter-of-fact tone. I really enjoyed myself.

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Work has slowed down considerably because most of what I've built is sitting with someone else to be signed off. As a result I've been suck writing ops instructions (deathly) and building graphics for Adult Learning tests. Oh god. Stab me; we can confirm I haven't died yet and then put me out of my misery.

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I don't have a lot to say on fandom. Enjoyed the heck out of the Scott and Bailey finale, and got knocked out by the Glee performance of F+tM's Shake It Out. Finding myself fairly invested in Game of Thrones; this series is a vast improvement on the last. I loved, loved, loved this week's Mad Men, especially Peggy and Joan's office smoke break and everything that is Sally Draper.

I am really enjoying Bron/Broen (The Bridge) which is both intriguing and entertaining. Kim Bodnia's belly laugh cracks me up. The majority Swedish was throwing me at first - especially because the show descends into Danish now and then - but I'm getting better with the switch up. It's neatly put together and doesn't take itself too seriously as of yet. Good stuff.

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I finished Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot on Monday. Hmm. I can't say that I actively enjoyed it, or that I think it ties up well (it really doesn't) but I found it compelling enough that I couldn't put it down. I didn't like the characters at all, but I enjoyed Eugenides' mad romp through critical and religious theory, and he still has a talent for pulling together real people. It doesn't have the heart of Middlesex or that keening wistfulness of The Virgin Suicides. It's a book about graduates and I think, in some way, it's a book for graduates. It's too close for an undergrad, and too far for anyone else. So. There's that.

And now I'm reading the sequel to The Hunger Games which I'm enjoying much more than the first book. I think this is because the outcome feels less certain. Or rather, the route to the outcome seems less obvious this time. I mean, there's a third book and it's YA lit so I doubt we're going to have a Psycho on our hands, but I'm still wondering, shit, what next? Also: I want to know this Johanna Mason character that tumblr keeps sticking Ruth Negga's face on. Yeah.

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Ugh, flaked today. Trying not to dwell.

delga: ([Random] STEP ONE.)

I came home on Friday to find cake on the table, and I was like, Mother, what the hell with this cake? It's not that I am not into cake, it's just that it was majorly unexpected and I was going to make brownies this weekend, but now that's redundant. And The Mother was all, The Dad was going to sell it off, and I told him we could have it! And The Dad said, oh, M will eat it! And I said, but I haven't eaten it and it's already a quarter gone. And The Mother said, The Dad must have eaten it.

Basically we have to give him excuses to enjoy things.

Anyway, ten minutes ago The Dad is all, M, do you want cake? And I'm all, no, thanks, maybe later, and The Dad was all, OH. BUT THE CAKE IS FOR YOU. And I was all, JESUS DAD I'M NOT REJECTING YOUR HUNTER-GATHERER INSTINCTS I'LL EAT THE CAKE LATER.

My house is so full of drama I can't even.

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This weekend and last our floor has been undergoing a furniture refit. They're taking out our desks and replacing them with smaller ones, and some of us are moving to new seats, blah, blah, NO WORK GOT DONE YESTERDAY. There was a cake stall and then a network outage and then rain and then we left the office at three and went to the pub. Should have left at three last week, too, but I was building stuff, and it wasn't our side of the floor that was being worked on, so we eventually left at four thirty. By four thirty yesterday I'd already had a drink, some conversation (one very long one about chickens; my Polish lady co-worker is SO LOVELY you guys), and was on a train home. Good times.

Work on the whole has been weird. It was all BE BUSY GET THINGS DONE YESTERDAY PUT OUT THAT FIRE and then suddenly...zzzzzzzzzzzzip. Nothing to do. So I'm getting back to my "background" project: writing Ops instructions. Jesus, what a bore.

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Last Friday I stayed back for drinks and then went to see The Ladykillers which was hilarious and fucking delightful. The set was amazing, and the cast had great chemistry. Peter Capaldi was fabulous. I wish it were still on because I would take all of you. SO GOOD.

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Pro-tip: don't watch The Deep Blue Sea. It's a brilliant cast, but a) it's depressing as fuck, b) it's filmed in this soft focus which just adds weight to everything, and c) it suffers the exact same problem as Closer: you can tell it's a play. Rattigan is brilliant, as is the play script for The Deep Blue Sea; I'm going to see The Browning Version in a month or so. I have no qualms with him or the play. But it was poorly adapted. I liked the flashbacks as a mode of storytelling because they were especially effective, and the transitions were seamless. But neither Hester nor Freddie are sympathetic, and Mr. Miller is completely minimised in the film. It makes for a much better play than a film.

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The following wall of text is a paragraph of everything I've watched and found lacklustre this past fortnight. Whilst we're here, let's take a moment to comment on the new cut-tag design which, jesus, GO AWAY. )


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Scott and Bailey continues to be terrifically entertaining stuff. I've always been partial to Gill, and her scenes this week were especially gratifying. Can't believe there's only two more episodes left. Going to be gutted when it's over.

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I'm reading Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot which, as I have said to a few people already, is different in tone to his previous works, and as of yet not as compelling, but I haven't been able to put it aside, which is saying something. It's incredibly meta, and feels both true and somewhat uncomfortable (in that I can relate to the general experience of the lit student, if not the specific). Looking forward to seeing where it leads me.

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And then I forgot to complete my post before hitting save.

delga: ([Random] sacrifice is not the river.)

Thirst
by Mary Oliver

Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour
and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time. Love for the earth
and love for you are having such a long
conversation in my heart. Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet already I have given a great many things
away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowly learning.

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World Poetry Day. The opening lines of this (and much of the rest) have been occupying my grey matter for the past few days.

delga: ([Random] J'approve!)



delga: ([Random] omg it's saffron burrows!)


Egg hunt! [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 has been taking pictures of all the ones she's found; this is one that she showed me on Friday night after she rescued me from work.

On that note: holy crap. I'm not used to working 10-hour days. This week has been mental. I'm glad I did it because it means next week won't be so ridiculous, but still, am shattered.

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Television, as brief as I can make it. Justified continues being excellent and also fantastically creepy. ITV has finally put Den Som Dræber online so have been watching that today. It's very Wire in the Blood. I have Awake to watch, and am excited about that. I have given up on Smash.

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I watched two films this weekend. The first was Sleeping Beauty which I loved on an aesthetic level, but was in two minds over the narrative. Emily Browning was wonderful in it. The second was Restless which was lovely, but also the grown version of My Girl. They set the mood for my Saturday.

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Scott and Bailey is back next week. I'm so excited!

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This Friday coming, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I are going to see The Recruiting Officer. Nancy Carroll! Mackenzie Crook! Mark Gatiss! Tobias Menzies! Rachael Stirling! OH GOSH.

delga: ([bones] make it better.)

Work has gone mental. I knew when I finished two Wednesdays back that I'd have enough to do when I got back, but jesus, it's been insane. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday trying to catch up enough to make progress on what I'd already started, but by Friday I still hadn't done much. I hate crisis calls that come after 3.30 because I know it's going to fuck over my evening. On Friday I was going to leave at 4pm, but ended up staying until after 5.30, at which point I decided, fuck it, I'll grab a drink with some people. So. It's all good, and I like having things to do. But there was many a moment when I looked at my desk and my PC and wondered if someone had set fire to the work flow.

Early start tomorrow. Hoping to take the car.

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I had a dentist appointment on Monday. The dude injected me more times than I was anticipating, and my mouth felt swollen for ages. But, hey, fillings. Sorted.

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I was wholly prepared to continue being in love with Fringe but the latest episode, though it started off promising, eventually devolved into something I didn't really enjoy, and couldn't really get behind. I'm all for epic love stories, or whatever, but if that's the basis of four series of plot I'm going to feel cheated.

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This week's Justified was great, but it felt incomplete. It was one of those episodes where a lot of things happened, but fuck if I could tell what the point was. And sure, there has to be exposition, and it's all set up for what's to come, but each episode should have its own arc. That's basic narrative, surely?

rambling. )


Did manage to finish watching series 1 with The Mother, though. GOODNESS. I still love how contained the first series is, and the way it wrapped up. It was extremely subtle, and I enjoyed it immensely.

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more t.v. )


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SCOTT AND BAILEY IS BACK NEXT WEEK!

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My sister is back from Spain tonight, and then heading back to the continent on Wednesday/Thursday. I need to convince her that we really, really need to see The Muppets whilst she's here.

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This weekend has been quite busy because The Mother's youngest sister and her family stayed over. I have new saris (for my cousin's wedding) and more knowledge about my maternal family that is always good to keep in hock, so to speak. Felt a bit bad for The Boys because they weren't really in the circle of conversation, but I think they did okay out of it.

It does mean, though, that my weekend has zipped by. Oh well.

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One day I will actually write a proper post about my response to Glee, but for now: yay, Troubletones and the gays; nay, every other fucking thing.

delga: ([life] that's zen --is it?)

I still haven't seen more than five minutes of the most recent Being Human. Am beginning to consider that when these things take effort, I should just drop them already. fannish round-up: glee, justified, fringe, smash. )


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I wasn't expecting to be overly invested in the IFTAs last night, but then Colin Morgan presented the award for TV Best Actress, and Ruth Negga won it for Shirley, and suddeny it was something else entirely.

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Work. What do I say about work. I had my appraisal this week, and managed to type it up. I also had a couple of days of things to do. The problem with my job is that when we are at high capacity, we need two more people to get things done. But it's so inconsistent that I spend a lot of time twiddling my thumbs, despite asking for, and completing, other work. I like my job a lot - when I am actually doing it. Otherwise it's a bit of a time suck. At least I'm getting paid? Yeah.

That said, have been looking at what it would take to set up an independent cinema. The answer is: insanity. And yet. Fuck, I know nothing about business.

Anyway, only working three days next week, and then five days off, hurrah.

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House/flat-hunting = dead end so far. This is less because of options and more because I am the worst. But. Whatever. Not thinking about it right now.

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Today I watched Beginners (Ewan McGregor, Christopher Plummer, Melanie Laurent, and a dog) which was exactly what I needed to watch today. It was about starting over - in life, in love - but also about the history of people. I liked it for what it was, and will definitely watch it again, though I can see how some people might find it very surface-level.

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Jaw-ache resulting from toothache. I just have to survive a week before my dentist appointment. At this point it's fifty-fifty as to whether or not I will make it.

delga: ([thandie] perform)

I've spent the better part of the past three days listening to Lana Del Rey's album, and a good portion of today trying to talk about it in a meaningful way. Before hearing any of her music, the only thing I knew was some people on tumblr enjoyed her, and that she tanked on SNL. And then I heard - and fell for Born to Die.

The album is a bit odd to listen to after that. It's clearly of a similar mood and tone. But what's quite a wistful voice in the title track (as well as a couple of others on the album, including Video Games, which says something about how this album is being marketed), is more playful. I can't think of Del Rey without thinking of Florence and the Machine, but if the latter is setting fire to fairies in the British woodland, I would have first imagined Del Rey to be her American, rural counterpart. But I have found the rest of the album to be quite urban; the rhythms have a rap quality to them. It's quite different to other music that is popular right now, and I am enjoying the album so much. (The last one I loved so much was [fittingly, I feel] Ceremonials which is in the same musical range but so, so different.) I haven't stopped listening to it since I bought it, and I'm not skipping any of the tracks.

What I love most are the few recurring phrases that occur throughout the album, that are played off one another by the lyrics. There's a lot of rhyme, but more delightfully, there is a lot of syncopated metre. Sometimes I want to scan the lines.

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Aaaaaand rambling over.

delga: ([Random] sacrifice is not the river.)

The City
by Constantine P. Cavafy (trans. Daniel Mendelsohn)

You said: "I'll go to some other land, I'll go to some other sea.
There's bound to be another city that's better by far.
My every effort has been ill-fated from the start;
my heart--like something dead--lies buried away;
How long will my mind endure this slow decay?
Wherever I look, wherever I cast my eyes,
I see all round me the black rubble of my life
where I've spent so many ruined and wasted years."

You'll find no new places, you won't find other shores.
The city will follow you. The streets in which you pace
will be the same, you'll haunt the same familiar places,
and inside those same houses you'll grow old.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't bother to hope
for a ship, a route, to take you somewhere else; they don't exist.
Just as you've destroyed your life, here in this
small corner, so you've wasted it through all the world.

With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] the_grynne who posted this today.

delga: ([fringe] walter walter water walter.)

In case it wasn't obvious, I am trying to get back into the habit of regularly updating, which is why these weekly quasi-summaries keep showing up. I've done okay this week, though. I posted other things to places that aren't my tumblr! Hurrah! I've been quite busy at work, too, and trying to catch up on sleep since gallivanting around London last week.

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On Monday night The Mother and I bought pizza and watched more of Justified series 1. I have not managed to catch up with 3x01 yet, but hopefully will get to that today. I have Bones and two episodes of Fringe, too. I have accepted that if I don't watch Borgen this week then I am never going to get caught up.

But: early Justified when the villain du series was much subtler, and the individual stories held more weight! The last episode The Mother and I watched was the first one with Arlo Givens, but the one before that was the one with the dentist. The Mother seems to be enjoying it; I'm getting a kick out of re-watching.

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On Tuesday I went out with some co-workers to see Shame. It was the second time I'd seen it (film fest!) and I was feeling weird about it because a) coworkers and b) it turns out Michael Fassbender is a lady beating asshole, gdi. I normally have quite a hard and fast rule about dumping things because of the leads being dicks, but. Gosh, I'm finding myself being a massive hypocrite. The film was put together by Steve McQueen, and the music is wonderful, and it's galling to me that Fassbender is the face of it, because I love them film. I do. So I spent a lot of time thinking about social responsibility, and not getting very far.

I did enjoy having the opportunity to talk about the film afterwards. Am very, very much the New Girl in that circle of people, but enjoyed a drink after the film, then took myself home. Am in the process of flat-hunting right now, so maybe I won't have to skip out so soon in future.

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Thursday was weird for me at work because I was super busy but not doing the job that I usually do. It was brilliant for that - I talked to a lot of people that I do not normally talk to. I think I've mentioned before that the nature of my work and the arrangement of seats in the building makes interacting with people a little awkward sometimes, but being up on my feet and interacting with people was great. Had a good day.

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My aunt went into hospital at the top of the week, and it didn't go as planned. She's still there today, but from the sound of things is doing a bit better. I don't know; there's not been much news.

My gran is in India, did I mention? That, too.

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I got some post this week - a card and some lovely bracelets from (and made by) [livejournal.com profile] fallapartagain, and a lovely long letter from [livejournal.com profile] belantana. I'm in the process of trying to send some packages. I say trying because I keep forgetting to leave work and go to the post office. (I try to go at opening so I don't have to queue for a long time.)

I also received a copy of Stacie Cassarino's Zero at the Bone which I had forgotten I'd bought, plus two copies of Richard Siken's Crush which I am going to distribute. A new dress should arrive next week - dropped from £30-something to £12, so I do not feel bad about the additional purchase. I should probably try to find some trousers, ffs, but I am having a hard time on that front.

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The Duck Cheer tumblr has some pictures and a video from last weekend. I'm opening it up a little this time. I'm going to send out the eight ducks I bought for round 2 (I really am! I am just waiting on the arrival of some info cards) and track those like I did last time, but this time I'm also opening up to submissions from other people. Have a duck of your own? Share!

A few people have been asking me: why ducks? And this project has never really been about the ducks as much as it has been about the people and the places. Ducks are just an easy way in. But the root of the story is that at secondary school water used to collect on the roof of the cafeteria. My friends loosed about 10 ducks up there once. It's just our thing, I guess, and it took off. Either you find plastic ducks inherently cheering, or you don't.

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Have you seen these posters? I love them.

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But, yes, Cassarino's poetry. I started reading it on the train and fell into a collection that is basically a long list of my lexical kinks. Words for earth, light, water. I am trying to be better at reading poetry on two levels again - the semantic, and the syntactical. It's been a while since I've pulled something apart, and I've never done it without guidance of some sort. I am trying to do this because reading at a syntactical level informs writing; it always will. And I think it would be good practice, if nothing else.

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Lastly, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I went to see Di and Viv and Rose last year, written by Amelia Bullmore and starring Tamzin Outhwaite, Nicola Walker and Claudie Blakley. I have recently discovered that copies of the text are available. Does anyone want one? Let me know.

delga: ([justified] shoot to kill.)

Work was going at its usual fairly sedate pace this week - until Thursday afternoon, at which point the whole thing proceeded to blow up in my face. I had spent most of Thursday trying to fix something that had gone awry a few months ago, but that I'd only discovered on Wednesday, five minutes before leaving work. I was doing about fifty-fifty on that when I had to leave for a weekly progress meeting, during which my to-do list multiplied considerably. I've been doing a lot of work with process mapping recently, and that is soon going to clash with actual deadlines, and I've been asked to do a couple of other things. And and and--

And I love it. I mean, I was shattered on Friday, and I did have one encounter that almost made me lose my temper - something I never do in my professional sphere, except this person was so rude to me, jfc - but I love being busy. So.

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If you saw my tweets this weekend, you know I spent it in London with The (Ex-)Flatmate, titless and photographing well-known Spooks locations. Saturday evening we saw The Comedy of Errors at The National Theatre which was bookended by a lot of walking. We also managed a call to T who is in the States at the moment. It was lovely to see The Flatmate again (I need to give her a new nickname. Or she should move to London with me) and it was long overdue. Brilliant weekend. I have photos to share, and a video that you might enjoy.

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I now have 3.5 episodes of Borgen to catch up on, and new Bones and Fringe, too, apparently. The Mother and I are working our way through Justified series 1, which she got for Christmas. Looking forward to the third series' premiere this week. Not sure I will be able to do Justified on the Commute, but will try my utmost.

This week I'm also going to see Shame again, though this time with co-workers. This is going to be...interesting.

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Letters! Some have been sent, some have been received. Am trying to be more proactive on that front, and freak out less about content, but it's a learning curve. Or an unlearning curve. Letters shouldn't be so heavy! It's okay to blather! So, am navigating that, too.

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Anyway, I got home from the city today and The Dad brought Baby Cousin with him to the station to pick me up. We talked about her birthday and when we got to my house she showed me the Barbie dolls she got from her friend. Those were very quickly abandoned in favour of going through the photos I took in London, and then we made a video. It's the third we've made with the deliberate intention of talking to people. I can't call it a vlog because it's basically us being dumbasses, but it works a little like that. This week Baby Cousin decided she was a journalist with BBC News. Yeah. At some point I'm going to post it because she's cute and some of it is funny. I don't expect other people to be quite as amused as I was, but it should make some of you smile.

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SUNDAY. WHAT THE HELL.

delga: ([spiral] laure berthaud > all.)

Baby Cousin turned eight on Sunday, and so - to accommodate her birthday plans - she came to stay on Friday night. I picked up some pizza, and there have been a slate of animated films on the BBC recently, so we watched Bolt which was about a dog that stars in a TV series but doesn't realise he doesn't have superpowers until he's thrown into the real world. Frankly I would have watched the TV series; the scenes where the dog is doing his super bark or whatever were brilliant.

On Saturday, Baby Cousin and I made cupcakes, watched Tangled (which we bought her for Christmas), and then went into town. We went to this new cake shop to see what it was like, then I took her to this massive Antiques place that has been in town for decades. She's never been! It's more of a bric-a-brac, and it's more specialised now than it used to be. There are whole sections for card marking, scrap booking, knitting, vinyl records, jewellery making and so on. We spent a significant amount of time looking at the insane number of beads this place had. Amazing.

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Yesterday I started many, many things (Borgen, Die Tür, Nikita, The Brothers Bloom) and failed to get very far with any of them. My concentration was shot. I have been feeling randomly anxious recently, too. It's freaking me out.

Watched Sherlock, and was pleased to see Amelia Bullmore, whom I adore. I don't really have a lot to say about it. spoilers )

I was really into the Major's beard, though.

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Speaking of Sherlock Holmes, I saw the second film, and loved Jared Harris as Moriarty. The perfect cruel balance to Downey Jnr's manic Holmes.

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I'm at home today because I am going to the dentist. I have needed a dental appointment since 2007 at the least, but haven't had one since my very first when I was about 7? Yeah. The guy is going to be really confused when he sees me, I just know it. And I'm going with The Dad. Oh. Yes. Great.

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Okay, I want to finish watching Borgen today. Sidse Babett Knudsen is lovely as Birgitte Nyborg.

delga: ([spooks] this old town suits me well.)

I managed to write three fics for Yuletide this year, huzzah! My main/actual fic is You Are Tired which is film-verse Ricki Tarr and Peter Guillam (Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy), but owes a lot to the BBC miniseries. I actually matched for The Hour but this happened instead. Okay!

I also wrote two fic for Yuletide Madness. The first is A Narration in Lessness (The Killing/Forbrydelsen) which is Sarah Lund and Troel Hartmann in the wake of series 1. Spoilers, so beware. The second was The New Guy (Spooks) which is Tariq and Dimitri's first meeting. I think you can probably read it as a prequel of sorts to The Whole Planet &c. as it doesn't directly contradict anything that happens in that fic.

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I wish there was an option in Yuletide to ask for fics that deal with one-off guest characters in otherwise large fandoms. I know why there isn't but fuck me, I really want someone to write fic about Idris, the woman whose body gets taken over by the TARDIS in Hipster Who. Although, maybe that's the answer to my [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon-shaped question from last year?

I also have another Dimitri/Tariq fic in the works, which I guess is a sequel to The Whole Planet &c. Going to try to get that down and out there before starting on [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000, the assignments for which went out yesterday. I got another interesting picture that I don't know what to do with. Hurrah!

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SIGH. Sherlock. A technically intricate ("clever") plot is not the same as a good story. I did enjoy it, and the friendship between Holmes and Watson (and the lovely Mrs Hudson) was as well-done as ever, but as with Hipster Who there was an element of JUST TELL THE STORY FFS.

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