You won't be happy with me/ But give me one more chance / You won't be happy anyway
There's not much point in trying to fill in the gaps since my last Livejournal post. I
updated thrice in 2008, and not at all in 2009.
I don't know why I am writing this now. I didn't log onto the internet this morning thinking "I know - I'll go back to Livejournal..." I have spent most the day listening to The Magnetic Fields and ferreting around on Youtube for clips of Stephin Merritt being interviewed. Sometimes I procrastinate on the internet with no particular aim in sight other than beating my friends' Bejeweled Blitz scores.
Things are different now. I no longer work for the Civil Service (though I'm at a kind of a quango - so still at 'arm's length'...). I miss it a lot. Even though when I was there I was always trying to escape.
Eighteen months ago I took up running and go to the gym at least thrice a week (how many times can I get "thrice" into this post. I have joined a chamber choir and am also having fortnightly singing lessons with a Beeston-based classical singer.
Things are still the same. I am still obsessing about the things I obsess about. Most of them anyway. In recent months I have become deeply obsessed with The Magnetic Fields. It came on quite suddenly; like the flu does - I had liked a smattering of their songs since 2001; largely doscovered through the compilations of others - now, they're everywhere in my world. Merritt's other bands are also seeping in. On March 22nd I will see The Magnetic Fields at The Barbican. Ricardo is coming with me. Ricardo is a Venezuelan student who is staying at my mum's. Here are my top ten Magnetic Fields songs. In no particular order:
100'000 Fireflies
Falling In Love With The Wolfboy
Crowd Of Drifters
Sweet-Lovin' Man
You're My Only Home
Busby Berkeley Dreams
Meaningless
Please Stop Dancing
Don't Look Away
The Desperate Things You Made Me Do
I Don't Know What To Say
OK. That's eleven. But I can't remove anything from the list, and I haven't even mentioned If You Don't Cry. Or Epitaph For My Heart. Maybe top thirteen has a better ring to it than top ten anyway. I haven't yet got Holiday or i
Kristin has eight small tumours of the parotid gland. They are benign, but K will be having the gland removed, and then radiotherapy. She found a tiny lump below her ear in December. I thought it was just a little cyst. She had one in 2005 but we never knew they were so likely to recur. I tend towards dark thoughts; but I keep these to myself. I tend towards them anyway, regardless of Kristin's radiotherapy.
updated thrice in 2008, and not at all in 2009.
I don't know why I am writing this now. I didn't log onto the internet this morning thinking "I know - I'll go back to Livejournal..." I have spent most the day listening to The Magnetic Fields and ferreting around on Youtube for clips of Stephin Merritt being interviewed. Sometimes I procrastinate on the internet with no particular aim in sight other than beating my friends' Bejeweled Blitz scores.
Things are different now. I no longer work for the Civil Service (though I'm at a kind of a quango - so still at 'arm's length'...). I miss it a lot. Even though when I was there I was always trying to escape.
Eighteen months ago I took up running and go to the gym at least thrice a week (how many times can I get "thrice" into this post. I have joined a chamber choir and am also having fortnightly singing lessons with a Beeston-based classical singer.
Things are still the same. I am still obsessing about the things I obsess about. Most of them anyway. In recent months I have become deeply obsessed with The Magnetic Fields. It came on quite suddenly; like the flu does - I had liked a smattering of their songs since 2001; largely doscovered through the compilations of others - now, they're everywhere in my world. Merritt's other bands are also seeping in. On March 22nd I will see The Magnetic Fields at The Barbican. Ricardo is coming with me. Ricardo is a Venezuelan student who is staying at my mum's. Here are my top ten Magnetic Fields songs. In no particular order:
100'000 Fireflies
Falling In Love With The Wolfboy
Crowd Of Drifters
Sweet-Lovin' Man
You're My Only Home
Busby Berkeley Dreams
Meaningless
Please Stop Dancing
Don't Look Away
The Desperate Things You Made Me Do
I Don't Know What To Say
OK. That's eleven. But I can't remove anything from the list, and I haven't even mentioned If You Don't Cry. Or Epitaph For My Heart. Maybe top thirteen has a better ring to it than top ten anyway. I haven't yet got Holiday or i
Kristin has eight small tumours of the parotid gland. They are benign, but K will be having the gland removed, and then radiotherapy. She found a tiny lump below her ear in December. I thought it was just a little cyst. She had one in 2005 but we never knew they were so likely to recur. I tend towards dark thoughts; but I keep these to myself. I tend towards them anyway, regardless of Kristin's radiotherapy.