Contents of house and head, going cheap
Feb. 8th, 2008 09:46 amThis week I threw out a ton of stuff from the upstairs bedroom, including the contents of a silver chest that went back to school and university days. Bam! Out! My version of the ‘name a date’ meme.
This is all part of Operation Decorate Kitchen: anyone who has seen our kitchen will know that since we moved in, er, ten years ago (surely not?), it has remained... in its natural state. Now that I no longer have academia sucking every ounce of joy from me, I appear to be able to do stuff again. Including taking down shelves, sorting through books, lugging stuff around the house, slapping paint on the walls... It’s quite extraordinary. The kitchen is currently in a state of total devastation, but the knock-on effect has been that the upstairs bedroom now looks gorgeous. I even washed curtains yesterday, like real people do.
While doing all this, I’ve been listening to Fairport Convention’s early stuff, from when Richard Thompson was still in the band. Well, not all of their early stuff, since Unhalfbricking is still at large somewhere in the house, but I’m assuming that Operation Take Pleasure In Existence will unearth it somewhere. Either that, or it’s lying in a hotel room somewhere in the US, offsetting the vibes emanating from the Gideon Bible.
All this ritual cleansing and electric folk has contributed to an extraordinary sense of well-being that’s suffused the entire week. Not quite the elusive peak experience, but sufficient for daily purposes. I have a suspicion I’m busily squirreling away a massive bank of positive feeling in order to be able to do the many unspeakable things I have planned for my imaginary friends.
The talk about podfic ended up doing mildly weird things to my head. The other night I dreamt I was flipping through the lunch-time telly (dream world being apparently very like real life). Eventually I found a 1970s period drama with the production values of an episode of Crown Court (i.e. it was all taking place in a single room). “Ohhh,” I thought, “this’ll be smashing...!” After a bit, everything started to seem terribly familiar, and all of a sudden I realized it was an adaptation of A Game of Chess! Of course, I realized in the next instant that the bastards weren’t paying me to do the script, and I immediately woke up enraged. All I really remember was that it had Tobias Menzies as Faramir (not bad casting, eh? – he was doing all the ring-twiddly gestures and everything) but, really, my subconscious might try to summon up a little more ambition on behalf of us both. Agent required, or talented producer.
Fairport Convention at the Corn Exchange tonight. Can a life get any better? (I suppose someone could run past me later in the street and shove a pile of ten pound notes in my hand no questions asked.) I’m excited about what the support act might deliver, given prior experiences (such as Tiny Tin Lady, and the-legendary-bass-mandolin).
PS Ashes to Ashes: Charmless.
This is all part of Operation Decorate Kitchen: anyone who has seen our kitchen will know that since we moved in, er, ten years ago (surely not?), it has remained... in its natural state. Now that I no longer have academia sucking every ounce of joy from me, I appear to be able to do stuff again. Including taking down shelves, sorting through books, lugging stuff around the house, slapping paint on the walls... It’s quite extraordinary. The kitchen is currently in a state of total devastation, but the knock-on effect has been that the upstairs bedroom now looks gorgeous. I even washed curtains yesterday, like real people do.
While doing all this, I’ve been listening to Fairport Convention’s early stuff, from when Richard Thompson was still in the band. Well, not all of their early stuff, since Unhalfbricking is still at large somewhere in the house, but I’m assuming that Operation Take Pleasure In Existence will unearth it somewhere. Either that, or it’s lying in a hotel room somewhere in the US, offsetting the vibes emanating from the Gideon Bible.
All this ritual cleansing and electric folk has contributed to an extraordinary sense of well-being that’s suffused the entire week. Not quite the elusive peak experience, but sufficient for daily purposes. I have a suspicion I’m busily squirreling away a massive bank of positive feeling in order to be able to do the many unspeakable things I have planned for my imaginary friends.
The talk about podfic ended up doing mildly weird things to my head. The other night I dreamt I was flipping through the lunch-time telly (dream world being apparently very like real life). Eventually I found a 1970s period drama with the production values of an episode of Crown Court (i.e. it was all taking place in a single room). “Ohhh,” I thought, “this’ll be smashing...!” After a bit, everything started to seem terribly familiar, and all of a sudden I realized it was an adaptation of A Game of Chess! Of course, I realized in the next instant that the bastards weren’t paying me to do the script, and I immediately woke up enraged. All I really remember was that it had Tobias Menzies as Faramir (not bad casting, eh? – he was doing all the ring-twiddly gestures and everything) but, really, my subconscious might try to summon up a little more ambition on behalf of us both. Agent required, or talented producer.
Fairport Convention at the Corn Exchange tonight. Can a life get any better? (I suppose someone could run past me later in the street and shove a pile of ten pound notes in my hand no questions asked.) I’m excited about what the support act might deliver, given prior experiences (such as Tiny Tin Lady, and the-legendary-bass-mandolin).
PS Ashes to Ashes: Charmless.
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Date: 2008-02-08 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-08 11:24 am (UTC)Sadly, I'd agree. I'll give it a little longer, just in case the characters' deflation is better explained, but...
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Date: 2008-02-08 01:54 pm (UTC)I'm glad it's gone so well. So is the kitchen next? Or will you spend time first doing those unspeakable things? After all, you deserve a reward. :-)
Have a great time tonight!
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Date: 2008-02-08 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 02:22 pm (UTC)PS But I was able to say "Ooh, look,
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 04:38 pm (UTC)*ponders*
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Date: 2008-02-08 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-08 08:28 pm (UTC)They fucking do not. They give up, and move, instead.
And, sadly, imaginary people don't wash curtains, either. At least, ours never have.
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Date: 2008-02-08 09:10 pm (UTC)I hope you get some quality time with your imaginary friends.
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Date: 2008-02-09 07:43 am (UTC)Although every time Peggy did one of his little jumps, we'd both wince and mutter, "Don't do that, Peggy, your hip might go!"
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Date: 2008-02-09 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 07:45 am (UTC)Zippy! And the pink hippo is his friend George. 'Rainbow' was an important part of my life when I was tiny.
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Date: 2008-02-09 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 09:07 am (UTC)I googled the male star. Just out of curiosity, whom would *you* cast for Éowyn?
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Date: 2008-02-09 09:59 am (UTC)And long may the feeling of well-being suffuse you!
*happy dances you*
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Date: 2008-02-09 10:02 am (UTC)Exactly!
A remake of all the least likeable aspects of LoM and none of the likeable aspects.
*nods* That is an excellent and succinct summation. I just got cross and stomped off.
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:32 pm (UTC)I honestly don't know who'd I cast as Eowyn. I haven't yet seen an actress that's made me go, "Yes! That's her!" Miranda Otto did a nice enough job, but she didn't quite capture Eowyn for me.... Actually, there is one scene in which she's very much how I imagine Eowyn, and that's in the extended edition of The Two Towers, and she sings at Theodred's funeral.
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Date: 2008-02-09 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:55 am (UTC)I did some further clearing today myself, while listening to "Solomon's Seal" by The Pentangle, which arrived in today's mail. Don't know if it could offset the vibes of a Gideon's Bible, but it has held up well over the years since I wore out the vinyl version (and that was a very funny line).
Hope the concert was grand.
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:40 pm (UTC)The concert was great, thank you. They absolutely nailed 'Reynardine', it transported you from this place to another place.
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Date: 2008-02-12 03:31 pm (UTC)The Corn Exchange was great, and no chaff was accidentally received. When we first started seeing Fairport - fifteen years ago - they didn't put seating in the main hall. Now they do. I assume it's because they think the audience is getting older, but I know for a fact that people take their newborn babies along. Perhaps it's that we are not the kind of audience that will rip the chairs up and throw them around.
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Date: 2008-02-12 03:35 pm (UTC)I recently watched "Driving Lessons," a little coming-of-age movie that caught my attention because it stars Rupert Grint. It had wonderful music, and the main soundtrack is by John Renbourn. That's what sent me on the trip down musical memory lane.
Nice to know these incredibly talented people are still out there making good music.
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:50 pm (UTC)I should do something similar myself.