delga | Entries tagged with my musical tastes fluctuate wildly.

i turned my laptop on to sort out some paperwork for the raft race and now here i am, three hours later, completely derailed by updates and programme-uninstalls and photo back-ups. oof.

oh hey, so PRIDE WAS SO GOOD! i have a friend who thinks of halloween as 'come as you aren't and i always feel like pride is very much come as you are. i went in rainbows and glitter and it was SO MUCH of what i needed, i can't even tell you.

i kind of hid away the day after because, shit, this cold i've had on and off for a month (it's two colds) burst into something else for a day. i spent the week after hacking up a lung. i'm finally, finally at the tail end of it and feeling up to doing things that aren't just going to work and coming home to sleep.

it's been hot in the uk, kind of endlessly so. i wish it were, like, 3 degrees cooler, with a breeze, but in the meantime i've been walking part-way to work in the morning. only part-way because the full trek is just shy of 2 hours and i don't got that kind of time, even leaving at 6am.

i've not been sleeping well for the past few weeks - part heat, part aforementioned hacking up of lungs - and i'm pretty certain my hormones are ticking over, so i've been waking up at 5-5:30 on the regular. this isn't out of the ordinary in terms of my previous schedule, but is now that i don't actually have to wake up at that time. i know it will sort itself out in september but, like, jeez.

on thursday evening i went to knit night then met my dad and my sister at king's cross to take the train home with them. they'd been at wimbledon that day watching the women's semis, and it was kind of nice to meet up with them at king's cross. london doesn't really feel like their thing, even though my sister was one of my temps for a while and dad used to live here.

i had friday off and took the train to manchester where i met up with my bff. we went to macron stadium to see the killers play the second of two stadium gigs they'd boked as part of their european summer tour. it. was. a. maz. ing. i love them! i love watching them live. they have enough albums now to really run a crowd and the last half hour was back-to-back slammers. it's always such an intense experience.

speaking of intense experiences: i'm considering getting tickets to chvrches for feb 2019, and metric announced an end of november gig at the forum in kentish town. that is a great venue for them - very intimate - and i'm very tempted. but: i'm also being better with money. maybe i just say no. idk.

i've been watching the alienist and ooh, boy, i don't know y'all.

anyway, at the top of the month i took a train and then another train to a town in yorkshire called halifax, which is this tiny podunk place that has a great view of the hills but very little else going for it from what i could tell, and then i queued for an hour outside their regional theatre so i could watch the first promotional gig for florence + the machine’s new album and it was a solidly excellent gig that covered off a heap of excellent tracks and some new material but then she came out for the encore and sang shake it out and i almost cried in public i was so overwhelmed.

that song came out in 2011 and it followed me around for four years, waiting for me to get my shit together. we sang it as a crowd, and my lungs were full and my chest was tight and we all of us screamed and sang and exalted in it.

and then we had to go home.

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it was a weird night! i left the venue, made a pit stop at mcdonald’s for a drink, met this sweet hungarian girl at the bus stop and then escorted her back to mcdonald’s to get a bottle of water, went back to the bus station where this woman was absolutely smashed, sitting on the ground, beating the floor; helped another woman, a motherly type, to help the drunk woman get on a bus to bradford, then helped the motherly woman convince the coach driver to let the hungarian girl get on our coach even though her ticket was for the next one out.

it was mad. i got into london at 6am; walked from marble arch to bond street to catch a tube back to my flat, and crashed for five hours before heading out to south bank to spend the later afternoon / evening with my cousins in lieu of the birthday party i’d skipped in order to go to the gig in halifax.

on the monday i met up with a couple of them at regent’s park and made the most of the lovely weather.

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that was three weeks ago.

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the gdpr deadline finally passed on friday, and whilst we’re not compliant on all fronts, we have a plan in place to ensure that we will be. my boss handed me this task and then immediately set about rearranging my expectations which is a thing i wish he wouldn’t do. i wish i’d been able to get us into a better position because we’ve put off some stuff with good reason, but there’s other things we could have been better about and despite leading the change programme, i wasn’t allowed to sort them out.

it’s been kind of a frustrating month! it’s a four-day week leading us into june and i’m going to use it to test the accounting system we’ve been building, and catch up on the financial reports i was supposed to do last month. all my tasks got deprioritised, which i understand the reasoning behind, but considering i then wasn’t able to give my all to this change programme is really kind of irritating.

i figured it would be this way, but: this is the year i try to find my next job, i think. i want to see this accountancy service through to implementation, set up a backlog of improvements, and then find the next challenge.

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my plan to walk everywhere went really well and then i blistered the hell out of my feet so i took a week off. i still did the half-trek to work on friday morning, and at pace, but that particular habit has become about taking in the morning at the end of the week. i don’t think it helps friday productivity at all, but it’s otherwise very centring.

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here are some things i have watched recently:

bron | broen 4x01 but nothing beyond that because i keep forgetting it’s airing on friday. i have two episodes geared up for today.

the split which has been pleasantly easy viewing if not particularly groundbreaking. whatever; not everything has to be.

killing eve WHICH HAS BEEN SO SATISFYING. i love everyone! sandra oh! jodie comer! fiona motherfucking shaw! get this in your eyeballs; hard rec; would and will watch again.

an episode of steven universe that went exactly where i thought it was going right until it did a sudden right turn and holy shit the narrative pacing in this show is something else entirely. imagine sitting on that reveal for five years what the actual fuck.

i love westworld so much. i’ve been a thandie newton fan for years, and i enjoy complex timey-wimey narratives, and i love stories about robots. i find the show very satisfying 90% of the time.

i had about seven episodes of critical role to catch up on and i finally did it. i’m enjoying so much about campaign two, but - surprising to no-one - jester’s general everything is my favourite.

john mulaney’s kid gorgeous at radio city had this weird quality of being hilariously funny but also oddly tone neutral where mulaney is definitely still very, very funny, but also actively, visibly performing his voice. this is not a criticism, just something that came up whilst i watched it.

still on my list: the second season of the expanse; the terror; a new season of hap and leonard, which i knew would be a thing but also was completely unprepared for. amazing.

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i sure did see a star war on friday!

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last weekend i met up with my older cousin brothers and a group of friends at the o2 arena, and we went to see trevor noah live. it was a great evening, and i had fun being out of the flat despite not really knowing people in that group.

the week before that, esther and i went to the almeida to see romola garai in the writer which was this angry metatextual production that i have since decided i fucking loved. at the time it was a lot to process, but i couldn’t stop thinking about it which is the marker of...something. romola garai was fantastic.

i had to cross london to get to the play because i discovered that anis mojgani was doing a reading in whitechapel and i’d missed the opportunity to see him on previous occasions. who knew when he’d be back? he performed some of his classics, as well as work from his newer books, and this time i actually did cry, which is a thing i never do in public, mostly out of self preservation. but i was listening to him speak these intimate poems, and remembering where i had been when i had first read them, and i felt overfull. that’s how things get when i feel them deeply; i brim up with them. they sit in my chest. i didn’t want to leave, and i had to anyway, and it was a lot to take in on one night, both that reading and then the play.

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it’s a three-day weekend, and this one has been about crochet and netflix, which sounds like every weekend, but is especially true this time around. i am determined to finish this blue thing! determined! but also i have run out of t-shirt yarn for my laundry basket project and whilst the whole point of that project was to use up that yarn, i don’t want to get into this cycle where i buy more jersey yarn and then it ends up in my stash. my stats is big enough. i do not need to add to it, holy shit.

family parties continue to be the best parties but a quick mental once-over - repeated over the course of last night - we realised the last big family do was probably at the end of 2014. what the hell? i mean, as cousins we meet up more than that, but to not have had a full get-together since then is nuts.

my aunt and uncle, who are complete darlings, celebrated their 50th anniversary last night, which coincided neatly with their granddaughter/my niece’s 18th birthday, so they put on a huge party. my niece is kind of amazing; she’s had health problems throughout her teens, and last year she had a heart transplant. she’s been working her way back to level since then, but it’s been tough. it was so cool to see all of them yesterday, and really moving at times.

the rest of the party was a household classic: gossip, food, group photos and dancing. it wouldn’t be a family party if someone didn’t start doing garba to dholi taro dhol baaje. i joked with another cousin that his party next weekend (another family party!) was just going to be six hours of raas. honestly, i believe it.

that track is a banger by the way.

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i went back to the fen on friday night because all of my indian clothes are still in the house. i timed it well in other ways, too, because i picked up my other set of bedsheets in time for my calendar reminder today. putting that reminder in my phone 14 months ago has changed my life vastly for the better.

mum and i made some chickpea and veg burgers on friday night, and then i took it hella easy yesterday until it was time to start getting ready, in part because it turns out i didn’t leave a useful number of clothes at home, so i only had my pyjamas. i unearthed an old nexus 7 which i’m going to try to keep charged so i can use it whilst i’m at home - i hate lugging stuff around so i only took my phone back with me, but i don’t have any of my extension leads, so i couldn’t read on it and charge it at the same time (i’m reading a book on the kindle app at the moment).

that did give me the chance to read two of the first issues of comics i bought whilst in the states last year - moonstruck which is a delight, and hi-fi fight club which was a riot. i should probably look up trades.

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laundry sounds like it’s done, so need to sort that out, and then i’m heading into central to meet up with the cousins for lunch. my cousin is having his big bash next weekend, but his actual birthday is today, so he put together a last minute get-together. forty! he’s one of my favourite people, and the party next weekend is going to be so damn good. my phone has been blowing up with text notifications since 9am as people wake up and share photos from last night. <3

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i really need to sort out my missing tooth issue. it’s making taking photos a complete mare, and i don’t want to be in this position when i go to canada for the wedding in august. there has got to be a solution that will work for now, surely.

i am not really sure how my building connects to the one next to me, so i’m not sure whether the people i can hear speaking are in the flat below me, or in a flat next to me. it’s something i’ve been worrying about in the abstract - this is the first time i’ve heard anyone - because i don’t want my music, or even my current netflix binge to disturb anyone.

i keep meaning to look at an aerial view of the building to work it out, and i keep forgetting.

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here is a song i have been obsessed with this weekend. enjoy.

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current netflix binge: the second season of a series of unfortunate events. the very first time i tried to watch this show i got bogged down by how sad i felt for the characters, and gave up pretty early. then, for whatever reason, the second try clicked and i watched all of s1. i haven’t exercised any patience with s2 at all. i’ve only got a couple of episodes left. all the new additions to the cast have been delightful.

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rome was fantastic, even with the incessant rain at the top of the week. ( rome )

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i spent last monday in a meeting about gdpr (new eu data protection legislation) which honestly went on all day, and then, after a couple of hours on tuesday, suddenly left me with nothing to do. ( work )

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we won our quiz! our team was called Fred the Duck, and we won by a margin of 7 points. it was actually a really good evening, especially after a such a slow day. everyone contributed, too, and we won by more of a margin than the differences between other teams. huzzah!

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on thursday night i came home from work, ate, cleaned up, packed and then headed out at 10pm to catch a train north to chesterfield to see the (ex-) flatmate. ( chesterfield )

i kind of want to make cake now.

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( bfi )

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today: groceries have been bought, vacuuming has been done, remaining clothes have been put away. i’m going to finish my netflix binge, and hopefully some knitting, then i need to make dinner this evening. back to work tomorrow.

Current Music: Grace Carter: Silence

okay, okay, okay, i’m making progress.

i have a bunch of craft projects in the go right now, all of which i need to buck up and sew together so that they can be crossed off the list. at the weekend i finished knitting the first of six cushion covers i need to do, so now that needs sewing up. i also need to sew together a dog i’ve been crocheting so my cousin can take it with her when she goes to india next week. i made another elephant with the first pattern i ever tried, and it turns out that the reason it didn’t work great is that i hate the pattern.

i have a number of makes on my to-do list, and i really need to make a physical list if i want any chance of keeping on top of this whole thing.

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i live in the east of england*, and my area has been one of the places hit by The Beast from The East (i still cannot believe that’s what we’re calling it). the cab i was in at 1am on wednesday morning was trying to get me home through snow that had been steadily accumulating for over 8 hours - snow that was still falling as we travelled - and nearly spun off the road at one point, so suffice it to say that i haven’t left the house since. today there’s been a lot of snowfall and sleet - huge waves of very, very small flakesss of snow. i am over it, guys. enough.

i’m hoping that i can get in and back out of work tomorrow, because i really don’t want to do another day in the house. there’s not a lot going on in the office, but i really want my dang laptop. when i left the bar on tuesday night, my boss was like, why are you coming in tomorrow? which, thanks, but at least let me pretend i should come in or i never will. as it was, i ended up slacking him on wednesday morning and telling him i wouldn’t be in. i appreciated knowing in advance that he had no bones about my not being there, but. idk. idk where i’m going with this.

it’s snowing; public transport in the area has ceased to function; wfh meant i managed to continue my slow, happy progress through the new series of queer eye and watch half of the latest critical role. silver linings.

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*) ‘east of england’ is actually a region of the country, as opposed to east england, which encompasses east of england. the whole area is a mix between a number of regions - not really north enough to be the midlands; not south enough to be london; just about west enough to not be east anglia. i don’t know why we’re like this, guys.

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here are some things i have spent money on (that i probably shouldn’t have spent money on, but whatever):

1. my bff and i (ex-flatmate) (oh man, it’s been a decade) are going to see brian friel’s translations at the nash in june!
2. i also bought a ticket to see julie at the nash on the same day because why not
3. i am going to miss most of bfi flare this year (the bfi’s lgbt film festival) but i did manage to book battle of the sexes and call me by your name which are showing on this ‘second chance’ day they do on the closing day of the festival. got in for some priority booking, too, which is always fun

i’m hoping to see lady bird soon as well, but it will have to be in london because it’s not screening at my local.

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spotify rec’d me the new vance joy album this week and i have to say: well played.

it sure has been a week of stuff.

actually, no, it hasn’t, but i’ve been organising and attending flats viewings and it’s been A LOT. saw one place that was really good but had no living space; one woman wouldn’t give me the address; one woman had to cancel because of a migraine; one room got taken up before i could see it; one room came up for grabs out of nowhere and then got taken up whilst i was talking to the landlady. that woman wanted us to keep in touch? why?

in the end i ended up seeing two places today, one of which isn’t going to work out, and the other which got taken up RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME GUYS I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED, and the flat i saw yesterday, without the living space, has also been taken up. i am trying to arrange another viewing for tuesday evening, and hopefully also the migraine cancellation as well. it’s a lot of hassle for something i don’t entirely want to do. hopefully the right thing will come up. i guess i need to feel good enough to say then and there that i want something, but because in my heart of hearts i don’t want any of them, it’s not happening.

bloody exhausting, though.

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after the viewing last night i went to ilford to see an old family friend (the girl who got married in 2014, whose wedding i ended up running in the background) who had a baby in september. it was really relaxed, which was nice. her brother was there for a bit - i’ve seen him every weekend for the past three weeks, but he’s a good guy - and in the morning i got to play with the baby, which is always fun. i handed over the hippo i made back in september, so that has officially gone home.

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i started a knitting project the other night - my first in about a year - and i’ve been trying to get used to continental knitting because the throwing method is kind of doing my arm in. i’ve got knitting down, but purling has proven Complicated. i think i’m twisting the stitch when i do it. it’s visibly not-quite-right. i’ll get it, but i ended up frogging a lot of it to get those stitches right.

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new brandi carlile album dropped on friday, and though i find her stuff hit-or-miss, i like the record a lot. both the opening track and the mother have been alternately on repeat since i first played the album through.

i also got an email about haim playing ally pally in june, and even though i wanted to ask so much more of their second album, i’ve signed up for advanced sales. with any luck i’ll be living in london by then.

Heading to London in an hour or so to go to a get together for my cousin's wife's 40th. Looking forward to seeing everyone and dancing as much as possible! My cousin has also booked a room for us in Euston, but I can't work out why she didn't just book a Travelodge. It would have been cheaper and closer to the venue? Oh well. Heading there to get dressed and then head out. Exciting!

Meeting a lot of people in the next week, too. Going out with a cousin on Monday, Baby Cousin on Friday, and a co-worker from my last job on Saturday. Next weekend, my aunt and The Boys will be over, and it's likely that my dad's cousin and his family will be over with a wedding invitation, too. Busy, busy.

January was a drag of time and also zipped past so I should never comment on the nature of time ever again. We had some snow which was mostly just annoying, and since then it's just been cold. Not freezing, though, for which I'm grateful. I don't have the wardrobe for snow and ice.

Work is so slow. I am fed up. I will be looking for a new job. The thing about having done it once is that I can definitely do it again. It pays to be proactive.

Things I have been watching: NCIS (!!!!!); The Americans (It's Always the Russians); Dancing on the Edge (yessssss, but: more of the band, less of everyone else, please); My Mat Fat Diary (set very close to home in many ways); Justified (better pace this year). Still torturing myself with Glee, and really, really enjoying Elementary.

Being Human is back, which I loved, and I was going to catch up with Ripper Street but was thwarted by iPlayer. Oh well. Not fussed on that score, to be honest. I am also watching Girls which continues to be equal parts difficult and excellent.

And lastly, a song.

Current Music: Matchbox Twenty - Straight For This Life | Powered by Last.fm

This year's year-end mixtape. As ever, link leads to tumblr. This is almost all new music this time around; I took out some of the older tracks that I've been listening to this year. Three tracks I would have otherwise included but could not were: ( +3 )

i came out of the woods by choice

( track list )

Apparently I completely forgot that Lana Del Rey happened this year. Oops.

Oh, wow, what have I even been doing since the last time I updated?

Stupid question. Obviously I have been at London Film Fest, and heading to work every day, despite there being no work for me to do. Obviously.

I saw a range of things at film fest, all of which I am planning on writing up. For continuity's sake, I'll post those here as well as on my dedicated tumblr, but suffice it to say that it's been an exhausting but fulfilling fortnight or so. My end film count was the same as my start, except I managed to get tickets to Beyond the Hills and ended up forgoing tonight's screening of Fill the Void. (Way too late, my god, what was I thinking?)

Also saw Looper, which I loved. I enjoy a good Moebius strip narrative.

A couple of weeks ago I also saw Jesca Hoop perform in London, and went to see Berenice at the Donmar. I have some music things coming up - Chris Pureka and The Killers, the latter of whom are being opened by Tegan and Sara, omg - and I'm going to see Sally Hawkins in Constellations which I have been excited about since Spring.

At the end of November I have tickets to see a new production of Medea. Medea! Fuck yeah.

I should post some poems because I have read some in the past month that have tripped me up. Share and share alike, y'all.

I am sure I would normally talk about TV here but fuck if I can even remember what I've seen or haven't seen lately.

I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
and you'll be my Gram and my Johnny, too
no, I'm not asking much of you
just sing, little darling, sing with me

Guys! It's September! Whaaaaaat.

Things that have happened since the last time I updated: LOLYMPICS; all of summer, apparently; I saw the rings; my one proper holiday of the year*; gingerbread TARDIS fail; my birthday; more Curious Incident; knitting; nails.

Eventful, yo.

*) I go to work 51 weeks out of 52 in a year. Those may not be full weeks, but I only take the week ending in the late Summer Bank Holiday off.

( work. )

Are there any Brit-/London-based Chris Pureka and/or Gregory Ivan Isakov fans on my flist? Let me know; I might have something for you.

In quasi-related news: I have tickets to see Jesca Hoop this year! I loved Hoop when she first came out with Money a few years back, and the whole of The House That Jack Built makes me crazy with how good it is.

Hipster Who returned! It was a good episode, but something was missing. I don't know what that something is just yet. The plan is to finish my goddamn knitting project today, and re-watch.

In other news, did anyone watch Accused 2x02? Or 2x03 for that matter. Ugh, talk abut being shanked. 2x02 featured stellar performances from Anne Marie Duff and Olivia Colman. Both were amazing. Can't wait to see Duff in Berenice at the Donmar in the next month or so.

New Merlin in a month. !!!!! YES.

Didn't do that much for my birthday. ( etc & driving. )

The programme for this year's Film Fest comes out on September 5th. Exciiiiiited!

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.

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.

Spent an evening hanging out with 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 xanitia on her way with Brick which she has never seen, wtf.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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!

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, 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.

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.

GUYS. WHAT UP.

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.

Aaaaaand rambling over.

Current Music: Lana Del Rey - Born To Die | Powered by Last.fm

Another end-of-year mixtape type thing, as orchestrated by daygloparker. Link leads to tumblr.

it's always darkest before the dawn

( track list )

Current Music: Ingrid Michaelson - Somebody That I Used to Know | Powered by Last.fm

This morning I had to take money out for my bus ticket. It's now 6.20a - I got back from town about five minutes ago. Summer in the morning is the best. It's still cool, out, but bright, with blue skies. I love it.

Shame this proactive-ness won't ensure my getting to work at a reasonable time.

Guys! Remember that Bedouin Soundclash track I made you all listen to, Brutal Hearts? The one with Coeur de Pirate? the_grynne just told me that the lead singer and Béatrice Martin have collaborated to form Armistice. Gosh, I love their voices together. So brilliant.

After a long, long, long time, I finally watched Terminator: Salvation last night. I had been SO excited for this film - for this story - and I felt a bit let down. I thought the world-building was interesting (I have always enjoyed that part of the post-apocalyptic pitch of the franchise), and I enjoyed Sam Worthington, but I felt the whole thing was lacking purpose. If it's supposed to be a trilogy, where is the story-building? It felt hollow, that Connor should have to learn to trust the machines from scratch. I thought the whole point of Connor was that he had tread this line as a child, a young man. I get it: he trusts Sam in the end. And Sam 'proves' his humanity with his sacrifice. But-- no.

I would have liked to have seen Connor die as a result of his injuries, and his cohorts...cover it up. Because then you get into this position where the name perhaps has more weight than the man. Then the idea of John Connor causes humanity to rise up. It's not like a huge number of people actually knew him by face - even Kyle Reese doesn't know him when they first meet. And I think that would have been an interesting thing to put against Skynet. Because Skynet can kill a body; that's matter over mind. But is it able to kill an idea?

( later I decided I wasn't really all that into the way YT vids look when embedded so now they're secreted behind this cut. )

This week is all over the place. I've been back at work for two days - one at each office - and already I feel a little-- not overwhelmed. Just. Fuck, you should have seen my in tray. Sub office tomorrow, again, this time for training. Hoping to get some contracts done in the morning. Who knows. Today one of my co-workers spilt her tea and wrecked a PC. Like. I didn't know that happened outside bad English sitcoms.

And then, on the train, I was accosted by this Pakistani woman whose life story I now know. She was very, very sweet, and seems to be having a hard time, but she did have the time to tell me that I need to take care of my skin if I'm looking for a husband. Good thing I'm not, eh?

Ahahahaha, Weeds. There were parts of this week's that I had to skip (fuck, Andy, CUT IT OUT) but still: love. This. Show. Random fascination with Hunter Parish's fucking jawline has yet to dissipate. I am finding it upsetting.

I have The Weepies' new album! It is the loveliest, d'aw.

Tomorrow, The Sister and I are going out for pre-uni dinner with rv_icons, and I anticipate great lols. Also, last week I was in Edinburgh, and this still isn't the post where I talk about that!

Ficathon fic: not written, of course. I should work on that.

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Last of the top fives. wishes_of_stone asked me for my five favourite songs and zeitheist wanted to know five moments of fiction (from any media) that moved me. Guys, did I miss anyone? Let me know.

( my top five songs )

( five moments in fiction that moved me. )

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mollycares asked me my five favourite cities; my five favourite collections of words; my five least favourite animals; five things I've always wanted to say; my five favourite colours. I skipped the penultimate one because I pretty much just say the things I want to say unless I suspect I am being especially churlish and am likely to change my mind. I think before I speak, nine times out of ten, and I don't know that there are positive things I want to say that I haven't said.

( my five favourite cities )

( my five favourite collections of words )

( my five least favourite animals )

( my five favourite colours )

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planning the revolution

(crying about it)

Entries tagged with my musical tastes fluctuate wildly.

let's try again.

i have also been reading books! i finished the essex serpent which i LOVED. hard rec.

the thing about being proactive about laundry is then i have to hang it up

i took my own lunch to work on tuesday which sounds basic but isn’t something i’ve done since school

i’m a little worried about the horses in the field next door.

look, i’m an extrovert, but this shit is too much

(no subject)

{ a list of minor triumphs. }

{ what 2012 sounds like. }

{ you're driftwood, like your father / buried deep under the water. }

{ oh, the bitter winds are coming in / and I'm already missing the summer. }

{ mark her fingers and mark her throat / spin around and let her go. }

{ I watched a lot of films last month but I don't have time to talk about them right now. }

{ baby put on heart-shaped sunglasses / cos we gonna take a ride. }

{ what 2011 sounds like. }

{ this is my only Terminator icon. }

{ Dear flist, here: have some cellos. }

{ everything's greener; you're still hard to please. }

{ and if I had the choice, yeah, I'd always wanna be there. }

{ let the one who brings the candle also bring the wax. }

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