Rip it all to shreds and let it go
I'm listening to the Garbage greatest hits comp just now, and it's totally taking me back to the 90s. Remember when 'Vow' started playing on Alternative Nation? Back then Shirley Manson seemed like the coolest woman ever. What can I say? I was young. Still, they made some good music, Garbage did. Even as the songs hearken back to their era, they don't really sound all that dated. Like, you can't imagine them being made at the moment, but the enjoyment they offer isn't just nostalgia. It's all that polished production, I guess.
Less good: I slept only 3 hours last night. I was hoping for some miraculous time zone adjustment, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen. That's what I get for being human.
Speaking of, the Doctor Who finale. Hmmm. It was all a bit convenient, wasn't it?
Yesterday afternoon, Philip and I went to the Hackney City Farm. When they advertise 'a taste of country air in the city', what they really mean is the smell of country air. That farm scent is inimitable, isn't it? Zoos give me the willies, but these animals seem to have been spared the fate of most livestock out of compassion, so I guess that's all right. At any rate, it was fun to see the hens running around the cobblestone courtyard, and watching the pigs trotting into their pens at the end of the day was actually kind of delightful. As for Phil, he liked the sheep.
Other photos: a cameraphone odyssey of New York and Las Vegas.
Less good: I slept only 3 hours last night. I was hoping for some miraculous time zone adjustment, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen. That's what I get for being human.
Speaking of, the Doctor Who finale. Hmmm. It was all a bit convenient, wasn't it?
Yesterday afternoon, Philip and I went to the Hackney City Farm. When they advertise 'a taste of country air in the city', what they really mean is the smell of country air. That farm scent is inimitable, isn't it? Zoos give me the willies, but these animals seem to have been spared the fate of most livestock out of compassion, so I guess that's all right. At any rate, it was fun to see the hens running around the cobblestone courtyard, and watching the pigs trotting into their pens at the end of the day was actually kind of delightful. As for Phil, he liked the sheep.
Other photos: a cameraphone odyssey of New York and Las Vegas.