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Ideas from a Hell Night At Work
[WALK IDEA]: Dandy London - locations of popular dandyist hang-outs etc?
[STORY IDEA]: couple who are required to kill someone and hide their body are disturbed to find everyone colluding with them and offering them excuses. They try to hand themselves in to the police but are told no crime has been committed.
Housing solution: everyone now owns the property they are living in. Jointly, if necessary. They ONLY own that property and no others. Any empty property is now owned by whichever council it falls under, to be distributed as social housing. You can sell the place you live in order to buy another but cannot own more than one. GO.
Gresham Institute Free Talks
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/1665-londons-last-great-plague
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/artefacts-and-the-study-of-life-in-roman-london
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/medieval-music-the-stations-of-the-breath
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/a-body-in-the-river-the-application-of-environment-science-in-murder
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/the-archaeology-of-disease-documented-in-skeletons
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/medieval-music-chant-as-cure-and-miracle
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/poetry-and-co-dependency-the-poetry-of-sylvia-plath
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/envy-of-kings-the-guildhall-of-london-and-the-power-of-the-medieval-corporation
Dreams
I overslept by three hours because my clock had been knocked onto its side and I thought it was earlier than it was. My plans for today are wildly disrupted and I am very pissed off. Had the following dream, among others:
Dreamt a whole, fictional Patrick Wolf album, complete with music videos. It was based around relationships that didn't happen; the overall theme connecting the videos was transit along a New York subway/train line that came around in a specific long thin closed shape - I know it's not a real one and part of the reason I know that is that the head stop of this line was La Guardia airport. I don't know a lot about NYC geography but what I DO know is that part of the reason La Guardia is so shitty is that NO TRAINS GO THERE. One song I remember particularly well was called "Miracle of St Luke's". It was about the singer trying to conceal from a boy the fact that he was in love with them, but in the video every time he thought about him or every time the boy showed up, Patrick Wolf went down to the door of his home to answer it and found a dead, taxidermied white mouse on the doormat. Soon they started appearing all over his house in the positions they'd presumably died in - I'm guessing they stood for missed chances. I didn't get to see the end of the video but logically I think when the key chance comes the mice come back to life and swarm over everything. It had the line "shouldn't i be enough?" in the chorus and sounded... well, very Patrick Wolf, really.
On that note
I tried, half-asleep, to write the rest of the song. It went alarmingly religious. I have abandoned it. I've also got half-memories of other things in my dream that sound a lot like I'm still very frustrated about coming to transitioning so late because of all the crap I've internalised over my life in which my own beliefs about myself and my own experiences aren't trustworthy and I have to consult other people in order to decide who and what I am and what is and isn't real - not because I'm in doubt but because I'm not valid/legitimate on my own? It's been shite.
[WALK IDEA]: Dandy London - locations of popular dandyist hang-outs etc?
[STORY IDEA]: couple who are required to kill someone and hide their body are disturbed to find everyone colluding with them and offering them excuses. They try to hand themselves in to the police but are told no crime has been committed.
Housing solution: everyone now owns the property they are living in. Jointly, if necessary. They ONLY own that property and no others. Any empty property is now owned by whichever council it falls under, to be distributed as social housing. You can sell the place you live in order to buy another but cannot own more than one. GO.
Gresham Institute Free Talks
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/1665-londons-last-great-plague
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/artefacts-and-the-study-of-life-in-roman-london
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/medieval-music-the-stations-of-the-breath
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/a-body-in-the-river-the-application-of-environment-science-in-murder
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/the-archaeology-of-disease-documented-in-skeletons
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/medieval-music-chant-as-cure-and-miracle
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/poetry-and-co-dependency-the-poetry-of-sylvia-plath
http://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-and-events/envy-of-kings-the-guildhall-of-london-and-the-power-of-the-medieval-corporation
Dreams
I overslept by three hours because my clock had been knocked onto its side and I thought it was earlier than it was. My plans for today are wildly disrupted and I am very pissed off. Had the following dream, among others:
Dreamt a whole, fictional Patrick Wolf album, complete with music videos. It was based around relationships that didn't happen; the overall theme connecting the videos was transit along a New York subway/train line that came around in a specific long thin closed shape - I know it's not a real one and part of the reason I know that is that the head stop of this line was La Guardia airport. I don't know a lot about NYC geography but what I DO know is that part of the reason La Guardia is so shitty is that NO TRAINS GO THERE. One song I remember particularly well was called "Miracle of St Luke's". It was about the singer trying to conceal from a boy the fact that he was in love with them, but in the video every time he thought about him or every time the boy showed up, Patrick Wolf went down to the door of his home to answer it and found a dead, taxidermied white mouse on the doormat. Soon they started appearing all over his house in the positions they'd presumably died in - I'm guessing they stood for missed chances. I didn't get to see the end of the video but logically I think when the key chance comes the mice come back to life and swarm over everything. It had the line "shouldn't i be enough?" in the chorus and sounded... well, very Patrick Wolf, really.
On that note
I tried, half-asleep, to write the rest of the song. It went alarmingly religious. I have abandoned it. I've also got half-memories of other things in my dream that sound a lot like I'm still very frustrated about coming to transitioning so late because of all the crap I've internalised over my life in which my own beliefs about myself and my own experiences aren't trustworthy and I have to consult other people in order to decide who and what I am and what is and isn't real - not because I'm in doubt but because I'm not valid/legitimate on my own? It's been shite.