Expensive
An expensive week or so, frankly, involving all manner of travel possibilities and futures. To recount: Booked flights for my New York trip between April 26th and May 5th, a flying visit to Bath for Los Campesinos! on February 8th and (drum-roll) a year of use of the domain name http://www.thepolaroidpress.com, as well as hosting to play with too.
Check it out, the site that is. No significant posts as of yet, but I spent a week or so seeing what kind of shape it might take before settling on the statement of intent that's currently up there. I'm setting personal deadlines, no fixed schedule, so we'll see just how regular it is in a few months time.
In other news I managed to catch The 39 Steps at the Criterion Theatre for Alice and I's anniversary, which was brilliant. This Friday we're off to watch Much Ado About Nothing at the National, which I'm quite looking forward to. I've got a copy of Hold On Now, Youngster..., thanks to SOME GUY, which is great fun (current favourite: the ecstatically brief 'My Year In Lists'). I read B.S. Johnson's the Unfortunates, which was subversive and sublime and sinister and sad and was inspirational. Now reading Sean's copy of Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut, which is more of the same broken and fractured time, essentially. (Maybe I should read a trilogy, what other texts contain snapped time?) Caught Jamie, briefly, to hand over the Wristcutters OST and Etgar Keret's short stories.
OH! And I've discovered 'Underground Movies' (the alternative take on Luke Haines Is Dead) by The Auteurs, a new all-time favourite.
Check it out, the site that is. No significant posts as of yet, but I spent a week or so seeing what kind of shape it might take before settling on the statement of intent that's currently up there. I'm setting personal deadlines, no fixed schedule, so we'll see just how regular it is in a few months time.
In other news I managed to catch The 39 Steps at the Criterion Theatre for Alice and I's anniversary, which was brilliant. This Friday we're off to watch Much Ado About Nothing at the National, which I'm quite looking forward to. I've got a copy of Hold On Now, Youngster..., thanks to SOME GUY, which is great fun (current favourite: the ecstatically brief 'My Year In Lists'). I read B.S. Johnson's the Unfortunates, which was subversive and sublime and sinister and sad and was inspirational. Now reading Sean's copy of Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut, which is more of the same broken and fractured time, essentially. (Maybe I should read a trilogy, what other texts contain snapped time?) Caught Jamie, briefly, to hand over the Wristcutters OST and Etgar Keret's short stories.
OH! And I've discovered 'Underground Movies' (the alternative take on Luke Haines Is Dead) by The Auteurs, a new all-time favourite.