Last night: after writing for a bit in one cafe, met up with Jess for coffee (having to explain repeatedly that I was in the food store literally visible from her workplace which she had somehow never noticed existing despite me talking about it on several occasions) dressed like this:


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Got up at 7.30. Went to the gym with Lindsay and proceeded to have a fight on the way back about how often he thought I should be going to the gym vs how often I thought I should be going to the gym, which ended in an RJDr solution - IE, I agreed with him ("if you're so in control, Derek, show it by practicing a little moderation") and will now ( Read more... )

Being outside for most of the daylight hours of today has helped, as predicted, in spite of Jess being weirdly argumentative (all our conversations go ( Read more... )

Last night I went to the BFI to see Theeb, a cinematically beautiful and terse bildungsroman about a small bedouin boy - the youngest son of the late Sheikh Hmoud, the eponymous Theeb (pronounced t'heeb, not the way my English brain immediately took "th" together and thought it was either eth or thorn, we should have kept those damn letters in our ( Read more... )

We have excessive numbers of people off work because one of my colleagues had to have emergency surgery and so I am doing excessive quantities of work at work which you'd think would mean I wasn't bored but SURPRISE I actually require banal conversation while the fucking system is deciding whether or not to bring up the next damn article ( Read more... )

1. I got hurricaned on and got to work wet and had to put most of my clothes over my colleague's chair and point an electric fan at them. This was less than ideal.
2. Mansfield Park is depressing me because man, when a girl say she really doesn't like someone STOP TRYING TO PRESSURE HER INTO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THEM ( Read more... )

1. I have not signed up to Yuletide again this year because I hate people and don't like writing fanfic for strangers any more ( Read more... )

Boanerges is the name of the new iPod shuffle because that's what Lawrence called his first Brough. As his Brough Superior got him to work so the shuffle-Boanerges carries me on my way to and from work.

Poetry

party next doorMy dedication to work today may have been blunted a little by operating on several consecutive days of >5 hours sleep and occasionally >1000 calories, but I think it took a rather more severe hit from my decision to listen to Allen Ginsberg reading "Howl" and then immediately afterwards watch/listen to a 1986 documentary ( Read more... )

Poetry

Make a Man of Me YetI wrote this because I saw someone making fun of one of the more dreadful self-possessed poets of Tumblr and thought "hah, remember when I used to - oh I should probably ( Read more... )