| Friday, November 6th, 2009 |
| 2:14 pm |
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| 1:08 am |
of kindly ghosts
though i've been back now and then, it's a lifetime since i spent full true friend-time with rob and his semi-random housemates in far shepherds bush -- i remember a nice party at his where i teased cath h abt the ugly guy who was dogging her -- and half a lifetime since i last escaped the crush of carnival in lovely gentle steph's weird-shaped ladbroke grove flat: rob's more than 20 years dead now, and cath got married and steph ended up i know not where -- she fled london for the crusty nomad trail and we lost touch -- so the nice thing about an evening spent at entirely practical friend-time things (helping ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) piratemoggy move house) in that potentially haunted zone is that the lost and the vanished didn't feel needy any more, so much as amused and supportive update: er obviously this wasn't the ONLY nice thing, bcz i was with piratemoggy and triffidfarmer and friedslice and hoshuteki, which is the definition of nice all round, but yes: ghosts being ghosts, it is nice when they agree with you about the living... |
| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
| 11:07 am |
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| 10:10 am |
a wasp is in love with my hair
arrived in my bedroom as i got up, buzzed intimately round me as i stumbled round grabbing my clothes, vanished as i moved to bathroom to wash and dress -- so i thought i had given it the slip except when i looked in the mirror there it was sitting on my head! would not go out of the window into the cold, preferring to nuzzle me obviously i am warm and smell nice but TAKE A HINT D00D it is still probably lurking in the bathroom, my tiny stripy stalker update: ASLMAD :( |
| Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 |
| 7:50 pm |
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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 |
| 5:44 pm |
lj enlighten me
who has read steve fuller's book on kuhn and is it any good? fuller seems a bit of a massive twit based on his online behaviour, even tho he often riles people i quite like seeing riled: i can't work out how much this is my knee jerking basically |
| 11:11 am |
i dremt i dremt (legendary world-famous critic retd. dept)
I dremt that PITCHFORK asked me to review a remixed reissue of HORSES by PATTI SMITH. Naturally I gave it a mark so high that Scott Plagenhoef's less famous and possibly imaginary brother DALE convened a conference to see if this number even existed. The conference was to be held, as naturally, at the house I grew up in, viz the Queen Anne mansion turned Field Centre PRESTON MONTFORD HALL, where mum and dad had a tiny little flat till I was 12. When I got there no one except Dale had turned up, so we waited out by the long high wall that in the old days separated the little kitchen garden from the bins, leaning on the back gate gazing over the field as it dips undulates and rises towards the steep high riverbank. If you walk to the skyline you can look down at the Severn snaking fatly through Shropshire. My surely inaccurate memory tells me that in one of the years of great cold -- 1963? -- the entire flood plain froze, to the horizon, and all Shropshire came out to skate on it. The last bit wasn't in the dream, but came into my head the moment I woke. |
| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 |
| 3:15 pm |
the wrekin heaves
mmph am feelin a bit under the weather -- may just be lack of sleep, may have got a chill driving up here from london, may be self-loathing after after the shamefully poor attempts at comedy writing i just delivered a friend for her xmas work do.. at least she won't ask again! |
| 11:36 am |
on wenlock edge! ect ect
it is very windy indeed here in shropshire update: a-a-and powercut! probbly a tree down somewhere.... soon the bull will get out* update update: ok power back, that was quick *there's already a local bridge out because a lorry ran through the parapet |
| Saturday, October 31st, 2009 |
| 8:57 pm |
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| 6:37 pm |
a faraway planet underwater
i am home with my dad for five days -- he's asleep at the moment, and all i can hear in the world is his TV on quiet, the carer's TV on quieter, wind in the trees if i open the window (except then shut it as it is COLD) and this keyboard clicking tomorrow i will probably read to him; not tonight as i'm tired from driving -- i have a lot of admin to sort out, most paperwork to do with him; some to do with me even with this -- pimping off a neighbour's broadband for the moment, so someone must be linked to the world nearby -- it feels like all life is very far away update: oops i forgot to link this: " the ultimate faux pas in friendship" |
| Thursday, October 29th, 2009 |
| 1:06 pm |
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| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 |
| 8:17 pm |
i am a tiny pirate
as a reward for saving my own hard disc -- using disk utility, i am a tiny corsair! -- and still being locked out of my own broadband i have gone back to piggybacking off some other poor fellow's hard-earned whatever libertalia now! |
| Monday, October 26th, 2009 |
| 5:18 pm |
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| 3:25 pm |
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009 |
| 2:47 pm |
country boy at heart
sitting here reading the internet and chilling, i suddenly realised the sound outside i was half-listening to without identifying, was somehow incredibly comforting: not a city sound at all, but the sound of late autumn and early winter viz someone sawing wood: smallish bits of wood clonking onto one another obviously sawng is a sound you can easily hear in the city, indoors in certian places, or near a building site -- but heard outside it hugely reminds me of my youth in the countryside, where people lived near or in woods or tree-filled gardens they had to manage, and warmed their houses with wood fires, and that meant gathering bits of fallen tree after autumn gales, and tidying them into neatly burnable stacks i doubt that's what's going on outside, i can't crane enough to see who is sawing what |
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| Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 |
| 10:47 am |
sleep in lieu
bah my stupid body is treating all the excellent bedrest i had during the ill as subtractible from future zzz-worths, truly it is the HR of personhood >:( wtf: why is my living room abuzz with ugly fat FLIES this morning? maybe the central heating woke em up :\ it's like somethin out of that horror story where the kid fashions a worshippable image of BEEZLEBUBBE out of lickorish allsorts... anyway lucky i guess it is at the START of my two-day xtreme if belated springclean tho i am a bit fearful what i am going to uncover under the futon frame... |
| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 |
| 5:12 pm |
caps FOCK
er hullo my witchy darlings i haf an QUERY imagine you are working in B.Gates's WORD on a MAC and you have a f-big slab of ALL CAPS you wish to turn into proper sentence case w/o rekeying each letter. I vaguely recall someone saying you can c&p it into some other easily available application and do it there -- BUT WHAT? yr pal the rubbish dalek |
| 11:59 am |
new kinds of fun
meeting yr gorgeous bumptious nibling (and her mom) in the fancy new playground* right outside yr house -- first time for them -- on a crisp autumn morning, and watching a group of elderly people (possibly eastern european) come and gather unidentified** fallen fruit in plastic bags *better i think than the london fields pg -- doctrah b sez that "risk and adventure" is being factored back into playground design somewhat, which suits mistress t!lly fine as she is her mother's fearless reckless daughter when it comes to tottering along in high narrow places **by us, i assume the harvesters knew what they were at -- they looked like tiny pears, crab pears if you will |
