tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26838002533664508852012-01-11T14:49:59.883-08:00Unmutualnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-88902750355543827132012-01-01T06:23:00.000-08:002012-01-01T07:58:36.304-08:00

Last night's New Year party was attended by a large, unusual clump of family - so large and unusual that Number Two created party games. I'm not good at late nights, and I think in the future I will eschew the wait until midnight, go to bed at a sensible time, and if not waking to see the sunrise, then waking fresh for the new year. And I don't even drink, so I'm not plagued by the New Year's

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-84529774891549408082012-01-01T05:44:00.000-08:002012-01-01T06:13:00.131-08:00

I helped an adorable French family on the Gatwick Express. Mum had one little girl in her arms, and another one on the way, and a harassed "I've been travelling on a plane with a four-year-old" expression. I beckoned her and dad over and mumbled an ugly "voulez vous assier ici?", because I'd monopolised the seats with the table - a perfect space for a planerestless four year old, or a Latin

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-3056030206283145342011-12-21T03:21:00.000-08:002011-12-21T03:53:04.606-08:00

I am trying to crank this creature back into life. To get back into the swing of being inappropriately personal on media owned by a corporation who will one day use this information against me, I present this year's playlist. A hobby I've kept up for a few years, as an invaluable aid to memory. These are the songs I was listening to, in chronological order; nothing else should be assumed.1. Giddy

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-46689077241276533222011-07-01T07:32:00.000-07:002011-07-01T07:43:47.982-07:00

I have taken a bizzarely Randian turn for the past few days, which is odd considering:Rand is a nutSee one.Nevertheless. It started on being at the docs today, and taking in quite how much resources and effort will have to go towards getting me healthy. In any other country or any other time - or with any other fortune - this wouldn't be possible. Do I deserve to be better; if I can't get better,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-27896412116149472632011-04-16T09:58:00.001-07:002011-04-18T04:46:48.777-07:00

Music is different to the other arts.You might feel a passion for Picasso, but at the end of the day the Guernica is on the wall of the Reina Sophia, and the best you're going to do is a postcard. Theatre is worse, only existing within 90 minutes of time before vanishing again into the darkness. And film, well - you can see the faces and the bodies of an iceberg's tip of those involved: you can

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-30031151717341773032011-04-07T05:15:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:10:26.433-07:00

Why are my dreams no longer on my side?So I'm walking along with this "leutnant" and his Nazi band. I'm not a solider - for some reason I'm just along for the ride. I'm not with them, I don't approve, but bizzarely enough I am "with" this friend, who is protecting me and keeping me safe. Friend seems a strange word to use, but you'll see what I mean.Anyway, we were travelling through this big,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-35856501286640134792011-04-05T03:18:00.000-07:002011-04-05T03:42:20.424-07:00

Friend 1 and IAnyway, I was walking through a city and I came across a small student protest behind a little fence. A Libya protest - I explained I couldn't take part because it was too dangerous. I- and S- were among them - I gave them each a massive hug and a kiss on the cheek which was, retrospectively, a sensible thing to do. Kept walking. Came across another, smaller protest. Of all the

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-29512004205367160142011-04-03T15:51:00.000-07:002011-04-05T04:18:12.868-07:00

I've a funny feeling that Ruby is going to be my little savior.I think my medication is finally working, which is brilliant and awful in equal measure.To be honest, it makes me think of Bevenita. She'd been on something similar for something like three years as they passed her around different docs and waiting lists. Now, she had some seriously impressive problems - I'm just a good ole'

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-73396611242091248922011-01-05T07:28:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:30:58.038-08:00

I am so excited about real physics right now. I wasted my morning productively by looking up Mars on Wikipedia, and the various plans and ideas for a manned space mission. A subject it is actually satisfyingly thorough on. Musings: I wonder what the rights issues are with planets? Have space-faring countries signed a deal, or is it the property of whoever gets there first? If a space mission

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-20709216860261257802010-12-30T04:02:00.000-08:002010-12-30T04:51:07.759-08:00

Actually, I've never been happier.Media - movies, novels and "true life narratives" - give drugs a pretty bad rap. My favourite of them is probably Harvey, a charming fifties comedy about a woman whose attempts to marry off her ward well are continually scuppered by her mad alcoholic uncle and his invisible rabbit friend. Presumably the link between bohemians, depression and creation means

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-71965026306723021952010-12-27T06:54:00.000-08:002010-12-27T07:48:36.039-08:00

One of the coolest things about Christmas isn't aquiring loads of stuff, it's looking at it all at the same time and thinking "yes, this is who I am - all my different interests represented in one place". This is possibly even worse, as it suggests things about being trapped in a consumer society where it is pleasurable to define myself through material items. I don't know. It was also kinda

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-45460310308796194162010-12-15T12:33:00.000-08:002010-12-15T15:09:34.932-08:00

Best Hamlet ever.I mean, he's not "my Hamlet", not wholly. If I could act, and the stage was mine, then my Hamlet would be ruthlessly intelligent, incisive, cruel, a scholar out of his depth in events he couldn't rationalise, and always, the only person laughing at his own jokes. And also, a pretty, gangly indie-boy of some sort. I'm not sure Rory Kinnear would obviously tick any of those boxes

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-71852177837809924762010-11-24T10:12:00.000-08:002010-11-24T10:49:34.572-08:00

I've just got a great text from Friend 2 regarding today's protests. She's been watching along on the telly, but could not have expressed the afternoon better if she'd actually been there:Good...[regarding the fact I would refuse to protest with that lot after dark] the atmosphere seemed a bit too...tense/expectant/charged on tv. Like they were all waiting for something. And there were too many

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-71248666113181993792010-10-25T12:51:00.000-07:002010-10-25T15:19:58.939-07:00

I look forward to Halloween all year, but never ever do a costume in time. This year, the pressure is on: I am attending the Antichrist Halloween party, and there are some fabulously dressed people there, so I really have to compete!Costume has more than a small element of shamanism to it - the idea that, by wearing the pelt of a bear you become a bear. You don't get hundreds of chaps old enough

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-7953394477734495102010-10-15T16:28:00.000-07:002010-10-16T04:12:32.168-07:00

Sure - 2010 isn't over yet. But I have so, so many awesome corkers already that I thought I'd start this term afresh.So come one! Come all! Marvel at tautologous dialectic debate! Gasp at speculative heuristic modalities! Speculate as to exactly what academics are compensating for! You've seen it on your television screens, you've heard it on the news - now live for one night only, the one, the

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-35995624589607764272010-10-14T09:10:00.000-07:002010-10-14T09:44:21.777-07:00

I dropped into the Mediatheque for a laugh last night, and recieved some food for thought. The Mediatheque is a sort of youtube for film buffs, on site at the BFI. You pop into a booth, and a odd selection of cinema is your oyster - from TV and shorts, to PSAs and full movies. Frustratingly, it is almost always the final episode of any series, but whatever.There was a perhaps unsurprising lack of

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-15794572219436822832010-10-08T03:48:00.001-07:002010-10-08T07:59:51.325-07:00

Dear all. Today I saw a real child birth. And an autopsy. A whole bunch of autopsy.They call that "in media res". The Greeks invented it. I do Classics.The Avant Garde cinema course is proving to be terribly, terribly pretentious, but unlike Noir, it's supposed to be. I had to fight with claws to get onto it, and even though I feel a little worried about my essays - what am I to write? - every

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-68940544027211210982010-09-29T05:19:00.000-07:002010-09-29T05:53:21.462-07:00

So here I am, back from my first film noir seminar, and my tutors have just explained that they are "introducing the topic, but also framing it".I am, in all honesty, a little upset. I appreciate that film can be studied on many, many levels. And the arto-philosophico -totally divorced from any sort of reality approach is an important one. If only in a purely academic context. But if you want to

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-29130198784775048552010-09-17T00:24:00.000-07:002010-09-17T00:40:39.942-07:00

I've been trying to write this blog for - one week and two days - but the fact is, I can't really write about, or even refer to, the one big thing I'd like to write and refer about. And this, in turn, has spawned about fifteen half-finished bloglets - I can't seem to complete one. Luckily, I found a fantastic nerdy quiz - match up the famous last words with the minor B7 characters who utter them

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-53655830886223858912010-09-03T02:41:00.000-07:002010-09-04T08:07:02.127-07:00

A roundup of sorts.Firstly, if the text on this blog is too small for you to read easily, hold ctrl and + or - until it is better. This seems to me far easier than the horrors of tweaking the code.Now then:1. There is a skeeling in the house! Dad's sketches, and work jumper; the front door key, my epic kirby grip stash, and one of the telephones, have just walked. I kinda hope they're all

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-17319806647532196642010-08-23T05:11:00.000-07:002010-08-26T13:09:14.307-07:00

1. Yesterday was the medieval festival at the castle. I got my Tarot cards read. Retrospectively, admitting I had only once had my cards read before was a little disingenuous considering I am a skilled amateur and read for myself all the time. But the point of the exercise was to watch someone else's Tarot reading style, and I wanted as ordinary an experience as possible - or maybe I just like a

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-51439344803544606512010-08-23T03:58:00.000-07:002010-08-23T05:14:54.887-07:00

I just finised Brave New World, a book which partially inspired B7. It was interesting to compare it with 1984, the other famous dystopian novel, because it is far more troubling. 1984 shows a horrible, horrible future - everyone is trapped in a wholly squalid system that runs itself. Every month they get less chocolate and razors, things are dirty and miserable. I'd much rather live in Brave

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-81538495186652961242010-08-21T04:23:00.000-07:002010-08-21T09:10:07.212-07:00

In today's issue: dodgy theories about television; Sapphire and Steel; Blake's 7; a marvellous dreamOriginal Star Trek has set me thinking again. It's just so...shiney. Free of ambiguity. There's some gentle conflict, but all our heroes are that and nothing more: heroes. Original Galactica is just as bad; so is The A-Team. I've been busy building Sapphire and Steel into my conception of what

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-83681107934232054122010-08-08T05:36:00.000-07:002010-07-31T01:06:27.694-07:00

This must be the most intense smattering of blogs ever produced here! And I don't need to type a word.Bevenita and I were going to go to a Squat Rave on Friday evening - I was busy, she fell asleep. But she woke me up at 7 the next morning, to squee that the rave was still on and would I like to come, right then.Well, why not? She only has a bus pass, so we spent the morning travelling down - I

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-36537517060614082612010-08-07T12:05:00.000-07:002010-08-07T12:05:00.777-07:00

This post is quite old, I'm not sure that I agree with everything I've written or have ever been in a position to write it. I also think it is VERY PRETENTIOUS. Nevertheless, my basic point stands. One from the vaults:I say this all with the greatest fondness and affection, but Steampunk is going nowhere as a movement. And it's not going to until it works out What Its Aims Are. All well known

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-59076791046914066772010-08-06T09:16:00.000-07:002010-08-06T09:16:00.256-07:00

Nothing ever changes.Rosencrantz picked this book up for me called "Palace and Hovel" on the very correct assumption that I would like it. I like, I like a lot. Published in 1870 by Belknap and Bliss, it is a description of London written by an American abroad:"by day and night; with vivid illustrationsn of the manners, social customs and modes of living of the rich and the reckless, the

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-69633584640302203702010-08-06T04:41:00.000-07:002010-08-06T04:41:00.262-07:00

The fabulous thing about writing coursework is the things your brain chucks out there, in random desperation that you might stop.Looking through my browser history, I discovered that the exam period was apparently also the right time to...> Revisit your childhood love for X-men:Evolution and learn How to Throw Playing Cards so they cut through fruit and stick in walls.> Research First Aid...just

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-82673357401503025182010-08-06T00:29:00.000-07:002010-08-06T01:02:55.199-07:00

Dear all - a quick update on my life.My parents have been sure I would spend the whole weekend unaware of my location - fortunately for all, the Satnav knew, and I can pass the information on. We are close to a town named Labastide d'Arminac - an hour and a half from the mountains, an hour and a half from the sea, an hour and a half from God (in proximity to Lourdes, which is apparently not as

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-33007110012690752862010-08-05T07:05:00.000-07:002010-07-31T00:41:48.279-07:00

1) I hate how directors can let you down. I now find it difficult not to transfer my loathing of Domino - a film physically painful to watch - onto all of Tony Scott's other films. Like any director, he uses certain stylistic topoi, but in Domino everything is turned up far past 11, and the very sight of any now sets my teeth on edge. And I loved Man on Fire, Spy Game and True Romance so very

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-91527994822932398362010-08-04T03:58:00.000-07:002010-07-31T00:38:16.758-07:00

I've been looking for - and found - some new series Doctor Who minatures for my game.There are some fantastic stuff out there. In the barely legal category, I have found Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly figures. Plus random awesomeness: Jack Carter, Robbie the Robot, Pirates of the Caribbean. Cat people. One site I am sure is dedicated to Life on Mars figures.I've found Federation troopers,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-58223914253823190332010-08-03T22:54:00.000-07:002010-07-31T00:35:33.031-07:00

I've started resurrecting ancient posts; never let it be said I don't care...I'm crawling through Vilette. I'm not surprised I never finished it before - it's bloody interminable. Lucy Snowe is just...too old fashioned for me to warm to. I'm sick of her humbly bearing privations suited to her lot with patient fortitude - I'm also sick of nothing happening for 154 pages.There's one line that

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-67896047031976350302010-08-02T01:49:00.000-07:002010-08-02T01:49:00.530-07:00

Today's post - more news on my Doctor Who script.I've been tweaking for a while, and I'm basically writing a celebrity historical - yaaaaa - featuring the Renaissance bookhunter Poggius, one of my favourite people in the world, time-travelling to the Library of Alexandria.I've been advancing my writing by asking "What Would X Do", and it's very successful. What would Robert Holmes do? Give the

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-85428869392019737982010-08-01T03:17:00.000-07:002010-08-01T03:17:00.506-07:00

Post two - more to come!This week, my grandparents and cousin have been over, which has been rather fine. I'm happier when either totally alone and free from responsibility, or surrounded by friends - and happiest when I get both in turn. It bothers me that visitors, even ones I like, can thus never see me at my best. Rather exacerbated because Oceanic has been very depressed this week, and my

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-16270063480745649022010-07-31T00:24:00.000-07:002010-07-31T01:07:06.487-07:00

Another post in my Keeping Friend 3 Distracted From Those Cruel, Cruel Coursework Words series. I've tried to preset them so they continue to post one a day, even when I'm on holiday, so it'll be like I've never left my desk...Hurrah, come one, come all: it's Haunted Mansion day!From the moment you step out of the Florida heat into that unnaturally chilled building - there's the Dorian Gray

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-28638446333805131222010-07-24T02:28:00.001-07:002010-07-24T18:11:28.774-07:00

In todays issue: Shopping and Library trip; "Look to Windward" review; discussion of allegory; The Film Project Google Is Advertising Everywhere It Owns i.e. Everywhere; Update on B7 UpdatesI - Shopping and Library tripWent shopping this morning, and accidentally stumbled across a sale.I should add I have been swamped with vanity all week. I've started doing victory rolls for my job; they require

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-49007879027217981932010-07-22T01:45:00.000-07:002010-07-22T02:59:28.930-07:00

New Torchwood looks terrible - shock! You can't and shouldn't judge anything before you've seen it. All the same, the list of wrong is epic and horrible.Everyone seems to be nitpicking: the Old Guard are complaining they're just like Owen and Tosh, Racefailers are marvelling that there are only two races - caucasian, and "non caucasian", bastions of good taste wondering whether Oswald The

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-11051745162179537542010-07-22T00:58:00.000-07:002010-07-22T01:32:44.073-07:00

I've promised to post every half hour for the entertainment of Friend 3, who is at present slacking when she should be working :p I can't guarentee I'll keep it up though...Team Traken have picked their convention for the year. It looks awesome - low key guests (i.e. no damn actors), just lots of goodwill and silliness. Four years ago, they had a sci fi quiz where all questions had to be answered

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-43136937965423215332010-07-13T03:37:00.000-07:002010-07-14T03:58:42.862-07:00

Modelling...Yesterday me and my sister did some objectification in the woods in the rain. The results are now up on Facebook. Maybe I should be Britain's Next Top Model? I certainly enjoy modelling, although some of the finished products which come close to come-to-bed-eyes creep me out a bit. I think it's the fun of being able to morph and create new stories so quickly. In one afternoon I was a

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-18276209059327957192010-07-11T06:51:00.000-07:002010-07-11T06:56:11.149-07:00

"Oh, Septimus! - can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! Two hundred at least by Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripedes - thousands of poems - Aristotle's own library brought to Egypt by the noodle's ancestors! How can we sleep for grief?""By counting our stock. Seven plays from Aeschylus, seven from Sophocles, nineteen from Euripedes,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-42371322627307387332010-07-10T16:50:00.001-07:002010-07-10T18:26:28.474-07:00

Dear all,It's taken me 11 days to feel up to writing, but I was amazed to wake up this morning and feel human. Getting back into old habits just takes some time.The first few days was like wading through the slough of despond, and I only really got out of it by insisting my sister drive me around to find a hula hoop. After scouring the island, I managed to find one I could sort-of use a bit. It's

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-38861765485875383772010-06-21T09:34:00.000-07:002010-06-21T11:17:51.414-07:00

I've an awful lot to say about this weekend; how mum and Friend 3 visited on Saturday, how mum and I blitzed the house and went to Highgate cemetary. And how Friend 3, Calypso and then stayed up until stupid o'clock watching Doctor Who. But it didn't matter, because it was only a weekend so I could catch up sleep on Monday. Neither did waking up at 9 AM, and meeting mum in Camden, then Friend 3

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-23369858704687372952010-06-18T03:13:00.001-07:002010-06-18T05:24:10.048-07:00

This is a long one, so digressions are marked in red, and the red becomes brighter the more irrelevant the digression becomes. If you're only interested in What Happened, stick to the black.Yesterday, I art-ed all morning and posted my swaps. I suffered a fashion disaster, by attempting a high-up pony, and ended up looked uncomfortably like the 90s had come to stay. In retrospect, this was to be

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-61114655149397326682010-06-16T07:54:00.000-07:002010-06-16T09:09:41.748-07:00

Somehow, writing squee-induced posts about how much fun I'm having doesn't satisfy me. I'm having a lot of fun, and seeing lots of cool things, but they don't inspire me to write in the same way as being intellectual and pretentious does.So, in the absence of Arcadia blogs, I direct you to either:CINECISM, where I talk about my first ever Playstation experience, and make an unexpected discovery

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-46434755549002745212010-06-03T14:40:00.000-07:002010-06-03T17:16:16.206-07:00

In this issue: trip to a jumble sale; digression about cosplay; Mad Hatters Teaparty; good samaritansI went on a quest to a jumble sale this morning. It was free, and somewhere to go: up in zone 3 in Tottenham. I've got rather bored of chain second hand shopping of late. Fair does to charities wanting to do the best for their causes, but if things are costing more than a pound, then it really

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-4675905031221684112010-05-16T09:34:00.000-07:002010-05-16T09:34:00.765-07:00

1. One of Hannah's buddies has given me some suggestions for piano pieces to try. Frustratingly, they're my least favourite level of difficulty. Not "too easy". Not "too hard". No, these are "too hard to play without considerable practice, but still within your grasp if you would only apply yourself, Emily...". Ugh. My least favourite. I am having a bash at Debussy's 2nd Arabesque first...2.

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-65883687875644336852010-05-08T16:07:00.000-07:002010-05-08T16:19:41.091-07:00

Whitehall is still a crazy mess, so Spirita and I will tomorrow be making our own bid for power. No one voted us into power, but it's OK: no one voted them in either. News, as it happens:11.15 - Spirita and Unmutual decide to form a coalition over baked beans and mash.11.58- the new Coalition Government of Horn Lane declare the first aspects of their manifesto: they are "definitely pro-Susie",

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-89306369086881468332010-05-07T12:18:00.000-07:002010-05-07T15:40:41.696-07:00

In Today's Issue: Absolutely No Politics Because Nobody Continues to Know Anything.Instead, my heart was a little captured by the new Prisoner, and I feel the need to talk about it. For the sake of tidiness, the new series will be referred to in capital letters. So Number Six and SIX, Two and TWO, Village and VILLAGE.No era does not need The Prisoner. That's the thought that swung me from

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-2481748223002823022010-05-01T04:45:00.000-07:002010-05-01T06:31:39.890-07:00

When we say "blue", do we mean exactly the same thing? It's a matter of philosophical debate going to the root of human experience.I just realised I'm the man who sees lime where others see aqua. I reallyo, trulyo cannot smell. I've known this for ages, but only just realised what a huge and weird thing it is, and how difference a life experience I'm going through as a result.I cannot be relied

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And now for serious stuff. Race isn't something I really know how to talk about, having grown up in a monoculture. I've never had to consider it except as an abstract until moving over here. I've been thinking a lot about media presentations over the weekend.I am concerned about the dehumanising effects of world media. I'm sick of seeing folks from abroad portrayed as victims. Now of course,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-56607184689375021112010-04-28T13:40:00.000-07:002010-04-29T12:23:21.671-07:00

In today's issue: Clash comes to visit Fyfe Dangerfield (and also me); making a spectacle in public; Gordon Brown and Doctor WhoPART 1Yesterday was just so, inexplicably good.Clash was over to see Fyfe Dangerfield (and he was epic and marvellous, and I almost cried almost all the way through. Very beautiful music), and we'd already had a fun day of Doctor Who and ice creams. Tuesday morning was

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-63695772212459788252010-04-16T02:21:00.000-07:002010-04-16T03:03:01.890-07:00

Who would be a woman? There are lots of reasons why my chance genetic arrangement is unfortunate. One of the most superficial (and therefore, most pressing) is that I can't successfully adopt the dress of male style icons, whether in cosplaying or borrowing touches I like for everyday life. Absurdly, this bothers me worst not when pinching things from hero-guys, but straight after camp movies. I

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-20917596391030477382010-04-01T04:08:00.000-07:002010-04-01T04:29:39.880-07:00

Funny finding things as you left them. The day before I left, I changed my desktop wallpaper to a Doctor/Master/Whitechapel one on Livejournal, partly because the synchronisity is too good to ignore, but mostly because it had photomanip'd them both into Victorian dress, and had a grungy sepia feel. I probably would find that more objectionable now. And finding items I thought I'd lost in London,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-38589470568893242822010-03-21T05:15:00.000-07:002010-03-21T05:15:00.299-07:00

1. At long last, I have resurrected Cinecism. New layout, and as of now, new posts as well. I am very proud of my new theory.2. Don't you hate cliche one-word reviews? They're the modern equivalent of Homeric epithets: Athena of the flashing eyes, wily Odysseus, pious Aeneas, thoughtful Telemachus. There's never been an L.A. Confidential review that hasn't referred to it as "labyrinthine", to the

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-62353475219869886002010-03-20T12:05:00.000-07:002010-03-20T17:15:11.333-07:00

I've had it.I just don't like the internet. It's too much science fiction, but still...Tyler Durden would be appalled. The internet is a tool: you use it, not the other way around, but it's somehow transformed itself into a Lestat-like sucker entity that hangs on your back like a Time Beetle and drains everything. Blake, Winston, Number 6 and the rest would scarecly be less impressed at a network

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-37292492990909505172010-03-17T12:02:00.000-07:002010-03-17T13:07:31.427-07:00

Ever been to the 10 Downing Street petitions site? As a committed liberal-lily-heart, I should be gleefully inking the "open petitions" tab. But alas! How much more interesting is the list of rejected petitions, such as this one: We the undersigned petition the Prime Minister to just go now.Submitted by Guido Fawkes of The Gunpowder PlottersWhich is amusing enough; but it's been rejected because

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-16951590801367333832010-03-15T12:03:00.000-07:002010-03-15T15:31:59.133-07:00

Again with the pointlessly emotive projects.I'm writing a novel, mostly as a writing exercise, based on something I bought in Camden. I found a card from 1944, inviting "R. A. C. Cooper" to the Royal Air Force Unit dance. The dance took place in the Garrison Theatre, 24th November 1944 at 7.30pm. The back of the card is written in Afrikaans, and copies the same information.How irresistable! Time

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-88224234034486530782010-03-09T05:54:00.000-08:002010-03-09T06:23:50.383-08:00

I have begun writing my essay! I have so much to say that I am starting early, because it's going to take some serious refinement to give it some depth and not get lost in the broadness of my enthusiasm. How to cut down? I don't know: give me dissertation time please!So, I apologise in advance, because from now onwards my one-track mind is going to get even more focused, and I know you're sick of

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-79609202064780381092010-03-07T08:13:00.000-08:002010-03-07T08:13:00.788-08:00

1. I am so sick of tiptoeing around spoilers. I know, I should find something to fan about which I've seen the whole of.2. I have got Rick Wakeman's "The Myths And Legends Of King Arthur And The Knights Of The Round Table" as sheet music! I'm not a big fan of Yes, because their songs often seem to prioritise showing off their progging skills over decent songwriting; but oh such skills, and I make

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-57498322468514318702010-02-25T03:43:00.001-08:002010-02-25T06:04:16.303-08:00

Guerilla guardening is one of those fine-line illegal activites. It's not legal to plant on other people's land. But for a good cause, and on patches of scrub which no one really owns, it's a squishy area. A less contentious version of permitting graffiti on ugly buildings: the definition of nice graffiti or nasty building is a bit floppy, but no one can argue that flowers are not nice. Except

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-6846072167898128212010-02-14T02:31:00.000-08:002010-02-14T02:31:00.191-08:00

1. Everything is good in the Doctor Who world! The 1983 TARDIS team have just recorded three audios, together for the first time since it really was 1983! Neil Gaiman writing2. Almost everything. Get me presents from here, or I won't like you any more:http://www.bonhams.com/cgi-bin/public.sh/pubweb/publicSite.r?sContinent=Eur&screen=Catalogue&iSaleNo=18192Cool stuff starts from page 7.

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We have just proved that our university is being run by the Federation.Everything I ever intimated about this place being a loveless well of despair is correct.It has as much resemblance to a learning institution as "Springtime for Hitler" has to a West-End success - i.e. a manipulative profit making scam, masquerading as a public service.I say this because the Principle's salary is £312,000;

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-90882996869574003832010-02-07T09:35:00.000-08:002010-02-07T09:35:00.064-08:00

For my most recent Classics coursework, I had to study the translation of Classical literature into English. If I'd felt like handing in something edgy, I'd have taken the suggestion that one should transform the original into the appropriate modern medium (poetry to poetry, prose to prose) to its logical extention. As I have been in my imagination for the entire duration of the essay.So, Kings

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-40873535454242649272010-02-07T08:25:00.000-08:002010-02-07T08:25:00.444-08:00

1. Why does everyone on Swapbot love Boston Terriers? They're the ugliest dogs!2. Ancient Greece had archons. I am now 99% convinced that Gallifrey also had Archons, possibly organising day to day life in the different districts of the citadel.3. I've just set up a Swap where your partner gives you five themes to choose from, giving you some random sources of inspiration. Unfortunately, partners

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-88393422140147166332010-02-05T07:10:00.001-08:002010-02-05T09:09:27.995-08:00

I have to tell you what's gone on with the househunt!I'm now sitting at Guy's campus with the loveliest view, one of my favourites. A mix of huge modern buildings, 50s brick, 1880s grimey white tile, hundreds of windows, walkways, scaffolds and smoking chimneys intersecting with pipework and stairwells. Yes, it's ugly. But I'm not sure anyone quite understand how much this breed of London

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-81928824283912032352010-02-05T04:14:00.000-08:002010-02-05T06:44:33.730-08:00

Just so you know we've been trying has hard as we can on the house front...we started with people we knew well - a good friend, and Calypso's cousin. As these are people I know and like, I'll skimp on details :) But after a few weeks of hope, neither turned out to be able to live with us, which was a shame. We then moved on to people who moved in the same circles:AlzariusRemember Alzarius from

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-61342760759620142532010-02-02T04:12:00.000-08:002010-02-02T04:36:02.645-08:00

OK, once and for all. I am constantly amused by the need to correct people on this front. Something about smokey Victoriana just gets people confused. What links these people is fairly simple: cravats, crime, at least a hundred media adaptations between them, not to mention fog and gaslight. But it's the telly and novels which are key in making their "existence" murky, blurring boundaries and

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-88495203372024889782010-01-21T10:35:00.000-08:002010-01-21T10:35:00.198-08:00

A lot of my posts are very bitty, because my brain is a chaos of noise. So I've decided to save all my one off thought-lets into a single post, posted once a week. I want to keep track of these little thoughts, but you may be less interested.The hope is it will strengthen my posts which do have a point to them by not diluting them for rubbish, and also will keep most of the fanny musing out of

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-88460679453000477012010-01-21T02:34:00.000-08:002010-01-21T03:01:12.543-08:00

Today’s issue: the Death of Cinema; An Unexpected About-turn; An Evenful Trip to Asda… Part I: The Death of Cinema It never looked like living, but at last it has succumbed to the terminal illness gnawing away at it. Cinema is dead. I base this decree on the trailers we saw while waiting for Sherlock Holmes (which I’ve now seen and loved a second time). For your entertainment: “Robin

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This issue: apologies; film studies starts; Imperial London; Jack the Ripper; the Kray twins; OK, nice Mr doctor, I'll get back in the van with the men in white suits now... Firstly, I'm sorry for the continued mess this blog is in. Mending it is going to take some time, time I don't have until at least next week. It's horrible, but you'll have to live with it. This blog is a long one, so I

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-19391338160318823112010-01-15T08:46:00.000-08:002010-01-15T10:18:27.073-08:00

Richard Dawkins should be saying greatful prayers that the Greek deities are no longer about.I'm studying the Metamorphoses this week, and understanding it better for having read the whole thing. It's a story anothology written in verse by Ovid, loosely connected by the theme of "transformation". All the famous Greek myths are here, in a chaos one after another - people being turned into plants

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-76087230122260649502010-01-10T06:34:00.000-08:002010-01-13T05:18:12.840-08:00

Note: yes, I know this page is suddenly a disgusting mess. Not my fault - the hoster just went down. I've found another source for the images, and just need time to change the html. Time I do not have at present. Bear with me. This afternoon was spent at Senate House Library. I keep getting badly distracted by the fellow in front, who is writing an apologetic love letter. He seems nice, and is

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-68243821562723394902010-01-08T14:59:00.000-08:002010-01-08T16:47:46.943-08:00

The dream didn't really go away - it lingered painfully, stung everything with its colour. Irritating things. It juxtaposed two unfortunate recent events in my life, ones I had been taking rather well, in such a way that now both ache constantly.Ironically, for a day I spent feeling so sore about cruel endings and dystopian futures, I stumbled across a copy of 1984 in a second hand store. My

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-4434707678487806982010-01-08T03:19:00.000-08:002010-01-08T03:55:06.594-08:00

My dreams define my days. Yesterday, I dreamed I was in Italy and woke up with an indefineable sense of peace. This morning, I had a dream so calculated in its cruelty that I refuse to believe it wasn't deliberate. I don't know what Morpheus is playing at, but I want him to know that it really isn't fair. Uuuuugh.The barstools at Guernsey Post don't think they'll be able to deliver the post today

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-39102599911795096672010-01-07T12:14:00.000-08:002010-01-07T17:04:50.629-08:00

I'd a feeling for some time that Blake's 7 would become an increasingly inaccurate title. Now that it's true, I feel a bit sick.At the same time, I'm still in awe of it's glorious nastiness. I wish they wouldn't kill off a dearly beloved major character without warning, unfairly, out of the blue mid-season; and I wish our heroes would have some success, instead of feeling it all turn to ashes for

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-7760584790703931232010-01-07T05:12:00.000-08:002010-01-07T05:53:41.415-08:00

Dog haters: leave now.Last night, there was a fab program on the telly about dogs which, I think, made everyone in the world decide to get one. Apparently, dogs communicate with humans better than chimps, and as well as than two year old children. Stroking a dog releases the same hormone rush in both human and animal as breastfeeding does; dog owners can recognise the meaning of barks

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-71152351629561970192010-01-05T14:45:00.000-08:002010-01-05T15:18:20.232-08:00

My cousin is really into Pokemon cards so, for her birthday, I've looked through my old box and picked out some of my best for her. It is, in theory, a nice idea to think that these things which meant the world to me can now mean the world to someone else.The problem, it turns out, is they still mean the world to me.It's horrible how bloody manipulative trading games are, I mean these are little

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-8908502652853991862010-01-05T10:31:00.000-08:002010-01-05T17:23:17.427-08:00

A few odd thoughts:My chillblains are killing me. Tiny little itches all over my feet. It's now pretty painful to walk, especially upstairs. Ugh."Shit in the grass" is the greatest drink ever - 50% creme de menthe, 50% Baileys, 100% yummy. It looks just like it sounds, one floating on top of the other, and tastes like the liquid liquor version of Mint Cornetto. As my mum commented, it's probably

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-5846012614363603922010-01-04T08:45:00.001-08:002010-01-04T08:56:58.802-08:00

The Sunday Times had confirmed what we always secretly knew - Spotify is a bit crooked underneath, and too good to be true. Apparently, artists get betweet 0.01p and nothing at all per play, which isn't really surprising. And record companies have shares in the company, so it's in their best interest also to overlook the wrong being done to artists. What a surprise. Spotify is like every other

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-339653591614477532010-01-03T07:27:00.000-08:002010-01-03T08:04:19.185-08:00

After a year stuck in journals, I've found some real corkers. Let's start at the beginning, with the prize (this year awarded jointly) for my favourite essay titles:"Crying over the Melodramatic Penis: Melodrama and Male Nudity in Films of the 90s""Videographies of Navigating Geobodies"Spectators are reminded there is a contest running in the foyer, for anyone who thinks they know what the latter

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-41934104256041555752010-01-03T03:36:00.000-08:002010-01-03T04:21:21.179-08:00

I've just got my partner for the serial killer swap! Unfortunately, she's asked for nasty ones. I was sort of hoping she'd let me choose, and then I could pick someone tame. She's a hippy and a Disney fan, and her faves are Ed Gein and Andrei Chikatilo, which requires some research:Ed Gein was inspiration for Psycho and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He was only convicted for killing one person, so

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-45618112776311921702010-01-01T15:45:00.001-08:002010-01-01T15:45:46.931-08:00

The Doctor is dead. Long live the Doctor.

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I found the most incredible story, about a journalist who befriends a murderer after the murderer goes on the run with his name. Now on death row, the pair have exchanged letters for over a decade.It's a fascinating read, though it made me feel pretty bad about the relish with which I'd been listening to "Murder Ballads" yesterday. One of the things they always highlight about serial killers is

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-78061605509848350032009-12-31T04:34:00.000-08:002009-12-31T06:42:35.431-08:00

I've softened a little towards Doctor Who. This is mostly because I'm a softie and a gullible fangirl who, at the end of the day, will sit through anything with a diamond logo on it. The chief problem is, Doctor Who's classic episodes boil down to five men in a bunker or four men in a cave. So why they keep "treating" us to huge episodes on special occasions I do not know.This morning, I took

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-15827911407184911002009-12-29T10:24:00.001-08:002009-12-29T11:57:49.355-08:00

There are several different ways this thing can be read, but mostly it's a mix of songs I associate with times or people, or which I have come to love, or represents trends, themes, moods or obsessions. Most are several, though that's just the way my mind works, and I invite you to reminice with me, or just to enjoy the music if they all mean nothing.I'm sure there are some I've forgotten - the

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It's not like I've had a bad day, but I am ready and waiting to go medieval on the ass of anything that gets in my way. Unfortunately, due to a lack of human candidates, I've been systematically taking fiction to pieces instead a la Samuel L. Jackson. Anyone want to see The End of Time part I cremated? Toodle over to Malcassairo for a veritable barbacue. With that execution complete, I've turnd

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-30767688208802696062009-12-28T07:37:00.001-08:002009-12-28T11:14:15.639-08:00

This is for my future reference, rather than your edification, but you might still be interested. I've been a pretty good girl this year, so despite the recession and protest action from the reindeer (now we discover why Rudolph had a "red" nose...), Santa managed:Patterned tights"1001 Films to Change Your Life" - a pretty nice collection, which I've read chunks of in bookshops. It collects films

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Chrismas Eve. You'd think for someone with a not inconsiderable talent with paper would be OK at folding, but I'm appalling like you wouldn't believe.Blake's 7 is still on the brain - which is good, as far as I can tell, because at least I'm not thinking about Doctor Who. That seems very unreal right now. I've been trying to write about it for months now, but the post keeps spiralling out of

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-50189677455385481422009-12-23T10:56:00.000-08:002009-12-24T10:36:51.788-08:00

Everything seems more intense here - people, places. My insides have been doing nasty lurches ever since beginning Blake's 7 season 2 yesterday. It's suddenly started looking like it's going to turn dark. And this is a show that has two massacres, attempted rape, sadism and child molestation within the first 60 minutes of episode 1. I can suddenly see, with uncomfortable clarity, how the rest of

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-38589228248805304902009-12-16T03:36:00.000-08:002009-12-16T03:39:57.860-08:00

Today's issue: cum militibus circumfudimus; movies; art at the National Gallery; appropriation;On Sunday I went to yet another protest. You'll remember I was feeling a bit glum about the whole idea. I mean, standing up and shouting is "important" but won't basically change anything. Politicians et al won't listen - it's purely a symbolic act. The problem with this protest is that it was important

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-33431515726909138342009-12-15T07:13:00.000-08:002009-12-15T07:19:51.682-08:00

Today was my essay consultation meeting with my film studies professor. We get to choose our own esssay title, which is what I've always wanted - yet after a decade of footnote snobbery I find myself terrified. The whole academic machine is designed to discourage originality. How can I possibly add something original? Most proper academics stay "in their place" by merely quoting Fanon, Freud,

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-45983557516970432182009-12-12T07:28:00.000-08:002009-12-12T07:46:26.666-08:00

My random-ethnic-food-sampling quest continues! I haven't yet cooked up the falooda or laveeza, mostly because both require a litre of milk. When am I likely to have a WHOLE LITRE of undrunk milk in the house?But, joy of joys, this week I discovered frozen spring roll paper. A packet of 30 pastry sheets, the consistancy of beige felt, with which I could replicate the chocolate-banana spring rolls

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I wish I was less timid. I'm fascinated in an area of cinema which I can never possibly explore to the full. You know - the violence, the censorship. Unfortunately, sometimes those images are censored for a reason, and it's then that I wish I had a bit more guts.I've recently reviewed, or in any case talked around, Victim on Cinecism. It's the type of ground breaking movie I can watch (first

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-1038726307716318862009-12-07T05:13:00.000-08:002009-12-08T09:06:47.421-08:00

Keeping you all updated is impossible! So much great stuff is going on, and the more stuff which happens the less time I have to type.I attended the climate protest on Saturday. I had intended to go, then decided not to bother (what the hell difference is it going to make? And I hear a girl got assaulted on Reclaim the Night, so my faith in protests is even lower than usual), and then ended up

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This week I saw a Hitchcock film I actually liked - his first, The Lodger, or, A Story of the London Fog, with a live score improvised by Minima. The story is based on the Jack the Ripper murders, and concerns a mysterious "lodger" whom, we begin to suspect, has some very interesting nocturnal activities. There will be spoilers below, but for this very rare silent film you are never going to see.

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I'm 20 - Hurrah!, or something like it. I'm now officially older than Rose was in Series 1 of Doctor Who, and I haven't even saved the world once yet. Wikipedia tells me that...Twenty is the age of majority in Japanese tradition. Someone who is exactly twenty years old is described as hatachi.Twenty is the atomic number of calciumAge 20 is the age at which Levites in the time of King David were

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-8436347738078723302009-11-25T07:23:00.000-08:002009-11-27T07:00:15.255-08:00

This week continues to be a bit lumpy. Doctor Who rather knocked my chocks out, I think. Typically, when Real things go wrong I have some Fiction to fall back on - but obviously right now, that's not the case, as the Fiction is as bad or worse than anything Real can reasonably throw at me. I suppose there's always Blake's 7, that bastion of love, optimism and happy endings. And lots of bad Real

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-80018957989009585442009-11-23T04:16:00.000-08:002009-11-24T11:54:32.379-08:00

This weekend has been a bit of a trainwreck - everything has gone wrong. Every tube I've taken has been late, then delayed. The post office was shut. No bookshop in England has the book I need for my course. Five cash machines were broken - although this could have been a Sign: it did prevent me getting ripped off for some trash I probably didn't need. Still, there has been some fun. Me and

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-39352275498623679142009-11-18T02:31:00.000-08:002009-11-18T05:31:34.224-08:00

Sorry I haven't blogged for a while - I've been doing interesting stuff, but no time and less inclination. Here's a few updates:I finally have a film season! I tried setting up a film club in the other place, and it didn't really work. When Calypso was brainstorming alternate ideas for LGBT events, I suggested queer cinema evenings. We found some helpful people in the Film Department who have

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-81185122194398366942009-11-13T10:48:00.000-08:002009-11-13T10:50:51.421-08:00

Unmutualnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683800253366450885.post-90940194550876748872009-11-13T09:31:00.001-08:002009-11-13T09:53:31.904-08:00

Dear friends, it is not often I ask you for favours.But please: go to the cinema as soon as possible, and see The Vampire's Assistant.If you don't, Universal will make a loss.If Universal makes a loss, it won't make the sequel.If it doesn't make the sequel, then I don't get to watch the sequel. I don't get the fun of watching Gavner, Larten and Darren climb a mountain. I don't get Kurda. And I

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