I have a lot of places I want to go, of course, and hopefully I will be able somehow to see all of them before I get too old to ride a yak in Mongolia or start drinking retsina at lunchtime in Greece. Obviously, I should have picked a more lucrative career; but at least I still have many more years before I get tied down in a steady job.
The newest addition to the list is staying in a glass igloo in Finland, where I could lay back and watch the Nothern lights from bed. Even if that bed is covered in a frankly cheesy zebra-stripe fleece.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/gallery/2007/dec/07/hotels.top10?picture=331479808
It would make a pretty excellent honeymoon kind of trip, yeah? Much better than going to Hawaii.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
This is excellent.
http://www.claytoncubitt.com/commissioned/galleries.php?gid=28
"Lagos Calling", a photo series mixing British punk/skinhead and African fashions.
"Lagos Calling", a photo series mixing British punk/skinhead and African fashions.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Makes me shake like a soul machine.
Earthquakes, please stop happening. I want to be asleep, not wondering whether or not I ought to be bracing myself in the doorframe of my bathroom.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
When she saw the funny side...
I have a cockroach problem, sort of, in my apartment. Sweet!
About a week ago, I saw a cockroach once, then twice, running around my kitchen. The second time, I saw the cockroach disappear into the corner under one of the cabinets. On closer inspection, it turned out there was a big fucking hole down under there. Needless to say, I was unhappy.
Not knowing what to do, I wrote an email to my landlady, and moved my desklamp into the kitchen, training the light on the hole. I left the lamp like that, night and day, for two days, until my landlady could come and look at the problem. I also bought a shit ton of house cleaners and bug killer, since in my eyes everything in my kitchen (and probably the rest of the apartment, this isn't a big place) was now dirty and infected with bugs. Not just any bug either, but the biggest and most disgusting bug that was ever likely to invade my home. And I waited.
My landlady came, looked at the hole for 20 seconds, then told me to go buy some tape. She then asked me if I could move out of my apartment by early July (my lease and my visa here don't run out until the first of September), because she had someone else who might want to move in here then. And then she left.
After she left, I fumed, and sprayed more bug spray around the house. The next day, I taped up the hole. Soon after, I found a cockroach dying in my bathroom. Awesome. I sprayed it with more bug killer, then covered it with a scoop of laundry detergent, and swept it and the detergent into my dustpan. I threw the contents of the dustpan out onto the street in front of my apartment.
Today, I have been sitting around the house cleaning and waiting for my landlady to show my apartment. 15 minutes after she was supposed to be here, she calls to tell me she is canceling the appointment because the guy is taking another apartment. When I tell her I still need to talk about the bug issue, she tells me she has other business now and hangs up on me. Again, awesome!
I am so glad I don't pay this woman her rent on time. Maybe I will go on rent-paying strike until she fixes the wall.
On happier notes, it's Golden Week, so I can do fuckall for the next 9 days or so and that is just fine. Also, last night, after having a short conversation about the 1994 movie version of "Little Women" (holy shit, Winona Ryder is painful to watch in that thing), I re-remembered my love of Gabriel Byrne and in particular his performance in "Miller's Crossing". Afterwards, I had a long night of dreams in which a young Mr. Byrne was my boyfriend. If only my dreams were like that more often, instead of their more usual form, where I am fighting with my parents or have to save my sisters from the apocalypse. Come on, psyche, cut me some slack here.
About a week ago, I saw a cockroach once, then twice, running around my kitchen. The second time, I saw the cockroach disappear into the corner under one of the cabinets. On closer inspection, it turned out there was a big fucking hole down under there. Needless to say, I was unhappy.
Not knowing what to do, I wrote an email to my landlady, and moved my desklamp into the kitchen, training the light on the hole. I left the lamp like that, night and day, for two days, until my landlady could come and look at the problem. I also bought a shit ton of house cleaners and bug killer, since in my eyes everything in my kitchen (and probably the rest of the apartment, this isn't a big place) was now dirty and infected with bugs. Not just any bug either, but the biggest and most disgusting bug that was ever likely to invade my home. And I waited.
My landlady came, looked at the hole for 20 seconds, then told me to go buy some tape. She then asked me if I could move out of my apartment by early July (my lease and my visa here don't run out until the first of September), because she had someone else who might want to move in here then. And then she left.
After she left, I fumed, and sprayed more bug spray around the house. The next day, I taped up the hole. Soon after, I found a cockroach dying in my bathroom. Awesome. I sprayed it with more bug killer, then covered it with a scoop of laundry detergent, and swept it and the detergent into my dustpan. I threw the contents of the dustpan out onto the street in front of my apartment.
Today, I have been sitting around the house cleaning and waiting for my landlady to show my apartment. 15 minutes after she was supposed to be here, she calls to tell me she is canceling the appointment because the guy is taking another apartment. When I tell her I still need to talk about the bug issue, she tells me she has other business now and hangs up on me. Again, awesome!
I am so glad I don't pay this woman her rent on time. Maybe I will go on rent-paying strike until she fixes the wall.
On happier notes, it's Golden Week, so I can do fuckall for the next 9 days or so and that is just fine. Also, last night, after having a short conversation about the 1994 movie version of "Little Women" (holy shit, Winona Ryder is painful to watch in that thing), I re-remembered my love of Gabriel Byrne and in particular his performance in "Miller's Crossing". Afterwards, I had a long night of dreams in which a young Mr. Byrne was my boyfriend. If only my dreams were like that more often, instead of their more usual form, where I am fighting with my parents or have to save my sisters from the apocalypse. Come on, psyche, cut me some slack here.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
I am in love...
With this project.
http://colorwar2008.com/submissions/youngnow
http://youtube.com/watch?v=oRAEm0JPV4E&feature=related
http://colorwar2008.com/submissions/youngnow
http://youtube.com/watch?v=oRAEm0JPV4E&feature=related
Get that dirt off your shoulder.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/apr/20/uselections2008.hillaryclinton :
Clinton accused Obama of doing too much complaining after he spent most of the ABC debate on the defensive over his political and religious links and his comments that small-town Pennsylvanians are bitter and cling to guns and religion. But he recovered on Friday in North Carolina by using hip-hop moves taken from rap mogul Jay-Z that had a crowd - liberally peppered with white women, supposedly Hillary's grassroots - on their feet cheering.
Drawing shrieks of laughter from a crowd in Raleigh, as he dived south briefly from Pennsylvania for an event ahead of the North Carolina primary on 6 May, Obama joked about the debate. He bit his lip, gave one of his wide, electric grins, and mimed a hand stabbing with a dagger, saying: 'Hillary looked in her element. Y'know, that's her right, to twist the knife a little bit.'
Then he mimed brushing dirt off each shoulder, a move that Jay-Z, one of his musical heroes, uses to dismiss the negative sentiments of anyone ill-disposed towards him or what he stands for. The crowd went wild and commentators declared it a seminal moment in the campaign, combining his charisma, feel for popular culture, youth and resilience.
Clinton had earlier declared: 'I'm with Harry Truman on this - if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen ... just speaking for myself, I am very comfortable in the kitchen.'
Obama was effectively saying: 'I am, too - name your kitchen'.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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