Heard this morning on the radio that David Beckham turned down a role in a new Pink Panther movie. Now, while David Beckham dressed in pink and tip toeing around would have been quite a sight, what is this deal with famous people switching professions?
I just can't understand it. What on earth is it about being a footballer that qualifies you to act? It is apparently more important in show biz to be recognisable and well known than actually good at what you're doing.
Fact is that however much of a train wreck that movie would have been, it would have made money. Critics might have slated it, late night comedy shows might have mocked it, but people would have plodded along to see 'the beckham movie'.
Uch.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Fucking fuckwits@!
Yes indeed, I have just watched Bridget Jones. It occurs to me that there must be a point you reach, when you've done so many horribly stupid and embarrassing things in front of your friends and extended family and indeed, the whole tv watching public, (like slide down (and up again and then down again) a firemans' pole and land arse first on a camera, or turn up to a non-fancy dress garden party in a slut-bunny outfit), that you just don't care any more, and are essentially free to do whatever the hell occurs to you to be the best course of action at the time.
How utterly fan-fucking-tastic.
How utterly fan-fucking-tastic.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Crazy lady at the Chinese
Me and a friend decided to go out for dinner tonight since we were feeling too lazy to cook. After finding that the local pub wasn't serving food till 8, we made our way to this little Chinese restaurant in Jesmond.
The food was nice, the service good, blah blah blah, but I really wanted to tell you all about this crazy lady. I was kind of facing the wall, and my friend pointed out to me that there was a woman acting kind of strange at the table behind me. She was sat alone, at a table for six. I'm not sure if she was already there when we got there, but all we saw her order was several glasses of water (and no food). She seemed pretty agitated, holding her head in her hands, holding the menu weirdly against her head/face and generally fidgiting. She went to the bathroom a couple of times and at some point gained a potted plant. A potted plant. Yep, she had some kind of little cactus thing sitting on the table with her (which got a conversation about Leon going between me and my friend). At one point she balanced it on top of the water jug. Eventually, she disappered for quite a while leaving at least £60 in cash on the table, a set of keys and a pile of about 6 menus. The manager of the restaurant walked past a couple of times, and clearly saw the cash, but didn't pick it up. By this time we were theorizing about escape from a mental institution, bank robbery and the mafia.
We thought she'd gone but a while later I went to the bathroom, and found her in there. She was crying and washing her whole face and head with water. While in the stall, I weighed up the pros and cons of speaking to her. Pros being that I'd feel better having asked if she was okay plus i'm really nosy and wanted to know what was going on, cons being I wasn't sure if she would flip out and clock me one and then start screaming scriptures.
Well the bathroom was pretty small so I figured I couldn't really get away with pretending I didn't notice her, so I said, "uhm, are you okay?" to which she replied, in a completely normal voice, showing no signs of being drunk or high, that she was fine and thanks for asking. I asked if she wanted me to get her anything like a glass of water, and she said "no, i've had some water, thanks". I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I left. She just seemed mildly upset, grateful that someone had asked, but ultimately like she didn't want to talk to me.
A few minutes later she came back into the restaurant and started walking around it. As in, between the tables and in the main empty part of the floor. Then she sat down and we noticed she had *heaps* of cash, a whole wad in her hand, plus the stuff she'd left on the table before. Then, ruling out all theories that she was feeling ill from over eating chinese, she ordered food.
That was the last of it really, as we had to leave. Thing is, you could say that she was just upset about something, but then why stay and eat? And what was with the plant? And all the cash? And the set of keys she left on the table? And why would she leave that much cash on the table while going to the bathroom?
Bizarre. All theories gratefully received.
The food was nice, the service good, blah blah blah, but I really wanted to tell you all about this crazy lady. I was kind of facing the wall, and my friend pointed out to me that there was a woman acting kind of strange at the table behind me. She was sat alone, at a table for six. I'm not sure if she was already there when we got there, but all we saw her order was several glasses of water (and no food). She seemed pretty agitated, holding her head in her hands, holding the menu weirdly against her head/face and generally fidgiting. She went to the bathroom a couple of times and at some point gained a potted plant. A potted plant. Yep, she had some kind of little cactus thing sitting on the table with her (which got a conversation about Leon going between me and my friend). At one point she balanced it on top of the water jug. Eventually, she disappered for quite a while leaving at least £60 in cash on the table, a set of keys and a pile of about 6 menus. The manager of the restaurant walked past a couple of times, and clearly saw the cash, but didn't pick it up. By this time we were theorizing about escape from a mental institution, bank robbery and the mafia.
We thought she'd gone but a while later I went to the bathroom, and found her in there. She was crying and washing her whole face and head with water. While in the stall, I weighed up the pros and cons of speaking to her. Pros being that I'd feel better having asked if she was okay plus i'm really nosy and wanted to know what was going on, cons being I wasn't sure if she would flip out and clock me one and then start screaming scriptures.
Well the bathroom was pretty small so I figured I couldn't really get away with pretending I didn't notice her, so I said, "uhm, are you okay?" to which she replied, in a completely normal voice, showing no signs of being drunk or high, that she was fine and thanks for asking. I asked if she wanted me to get her anything like a glass of water, and she said "no, i've had some water, thanks". I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I left. She just seemed mildly upset, grateful that someone had asked, but ultimately like she didn't want to talk to me.
A few minutes later she came back into the restaurant and started walking around it. As in, between the tables and in the main empty part of the floor. Then she sat down and we noticed she had *heaps* of cash, a whole wad in her hand, plus the stuff she'd left on the table before. Then, ruling out all theories that she was feeling ill from over eating chinese, she ordered food.
That was the last of it really, as we had to leave. Thing is, you could say that she was just upset about something, but then why stay and eat? And what was with the plant? And all the cash? And the set of keys she left on the table? And why would she leave that much cash on the table while going to the bathroom?
Bizarre. All theories gratefully received.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Youth Hostel Photos
Well the guy who runs the youth hostel is a total sweetheart, just went down there and he told me he's told a bunch of people about it and if i go back at 5pmish there'll be more people milling around and I'm welcome to just grab randoms to take their photo.
I also took his picture since he seemed quite excited about the whole thing, and really quite wanted to be part of my project.
I can't decide if i should just ask people where they are from, or if I should ask something like "What's one reason you're travelling?" I'd rather do the latter but i'm worried people will give me crazed rambling boring responses about getting away from stuff and seeing the world when I want them to say things like "meeting people!" or "getting lost!" or "the food!" only more interesting.
I'm nervous.
I also took his picture since he seemed quite excited about the whole thing, and really quite wanted to be part of my project.
I can't decide if i should just ask people where they are from, or if I should ask something like "What's one reason you're travelling?" I'd rather do the latter but i'm worried people will give me crazed rambling boring responses about getting away from stuff and seeing the world when I want them to say things like "meeting people!" or "getting lost!" or "the food!" only more interesting.
I'm nervous.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Whoo
Hi,
I have kind of a strange request. : )
I'm a Photography student at Sunderland University. I was wondering if you have many people staying with you at the moment that are passing through Newcastle on travels around the world/europe/wherever, and whether it would be possible for me to come and ask a few people if they wouldn't mind having their photograph taken outside the hostel for a project.
Would this be possible/okay?
Thanks,
Amy
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Hi Amy,
Thanks for your e-mail, sounds like a bit of a fun project!!
I wouldn't have any problem with you taking photos, we do get people staying here from all over the world. I am not to sure what day or time you would want to pop around we are open all day so you can just turn up.
I am sure either myself or some of my staff would be able to help you if there are no hostellers available.
Please feel free to contact me if you wish to arrange a time to suit or just turn up.
Good luck with your studies,
Regards Jeff Austen (Senior Assistant YHA Newcastle)
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Finally decided what to do for the project. Also i'm gonna ask people something along the lines of what they think the point of travelling is, or one of their reasons for travelling, inspired by this http://www.photohype.com/HOE2.htm online exhibition. Saw a poster for that exhibition while in Barcelona but for some reason that i can't remember, couldn't go. It was something stupid like the poster didn't say the date or something. Also, i've stood on this balcony: http://www.photohype.com/HOEkabulsiestas.htm \o/
Oooh that reminds me, we're going to Edinburgh for fireworks night weekend, about 7 of us are gonna stay in a hostel for the weekend. We wanted to get a 7 seater hire car to drive up there, but turns out you have to be 23(!) to hire a car in england so train it is.
Okay i was gonna write more but have been conned into playing drinking monopoly
I have kind of a strange request. : )
I'm a Photography student at Sunderland University. I was wondering if you have many people staying with you at the moment that are passing through Newcastle on travels around the world/europe/wherever, and whether it would be possible for me to come and ask a few people if they wouldn't mind having their photograph taken outside the hostel for a project.
Would this be possible/okay?
Thanks,
Amy
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Hi Amy,
Thanks for your e-mail, sounds like a bit of a fun project!!
I wouldn't have any problem with you taking photos, we do get people staying here from all over the world. I am not to sure what day or time you would want to pop around we are open all day so you can just turn up.
I am sure either myself or some of my staff would be able to help you if there are no hostellers available.
Please feel free to contact me if you wish to arrange a time to suit or just turn up.
Good luck with your studies,
Regards Jeff Austen (Senior Assistant YHA Newcastle)
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Finally decided what to do for the project. Also i'm gonna ask people something along the lines of what they think the point of travelling is, or one of their reasons for travelling, inspired by this http://www.photohype.com/HOE2.htm online exhibition. Saw a poster for that exhibition while in Barcelona but for some reason that i can't remember, couldn't go. It was something stupid like the poster didn't say the date or something. Also, i've stood on this balcony: http://www.photohype.com/HOEkabulsiestas.htm \o/
Oooh that reminds me, we're going to Edinburgh for fireworks night weekend, about 7 of us are gonna stay in a hostel for the weekend. We wanted to get a 7 seater hire car to drive up there, but turns out you have to be 23(!) to hire a car in england so train it is.
Okay i was gonna write more but have been conned into playing drinking monopoly
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Urgh
I think i'm ill. My throat hurts and my neck is sore. I actaully really don't want to get sick at the moment because i don't want to miss any uni. And I'm supposed to do this project today centred around a street, and I really don't feel like going out in the freezing cold wind and occasional rain.
I haven't even decided exactly what i'm gonna do for it. We're supposed to photograph a street within a certain genre, so fine art, landscape, documentary, portrait, architecture. I could do landscape or architecture pretty easily but i want to do documentary. So i was gonna pick a place and stop people walking by and ask them to have their photo taken, and ask them a specific question and write their answer on the bottom of the prints. It's just a case of deciding where to do it, and what question.
Thought about going to the local Youth Hostel, and asking people where they're travelling to next.
Or unz suggested going to a record store and asking people what their favourite band is
Or I could wait till the evening and stop people on the Quayside between clubs and ask them something. Maybe, how much have you drunk, or are you having a good night, or something like that.
Wish i could get one of my flatmates to come with me but they're all working and anna is feeling ill too so the chances are slim, and maybe it'd be easier on my own anyway.
I haven't even decided exactly what i'm gonna do for it. We're supposed to photograph a street within a certain genre, so fine art, landscape, documentary, portrait, architecture. I could do landscape or architecture pretty easily but i want to do documentary. So i was gonna pick a place and stop people walking by and ask them to have their photo taken, and ask them a specific question and write their answer on the bottom of the prints. It's just a case of deciding where to do it, and what question.
Thought about going to the local Youth Hostel, and asking people where they're travelling to next.
Or unz suggested going to a record store and asking people what their favourite band is
Or I could wait till the evening and stop people on the Quayside between clubs and ask them something. Maybe, how much have you drunk, or are you having a good night, or something like that.
Wish i could get one of my flatmates to come with me but they're all working and anna is feeling ill too so the chances are slim, and maybe it'd be easier on my own anyway.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Politics and other things i know little about
Every now and then my flatmates and I end up having a conversation about politics. Lately this usually starts with Marc claiming he doesn't understand why we can't just blast the fuck out of Iraq and then "the whole thing will be over". All attempts to demonstrate why this is not a reasonable idea are pretty futile, he seems to agree and then says the exact same things 2 minutes later.
Last night we were watching the news about the American election and Anna suddenly said "yeah, come on Kerry!" and I asked her why she was a fan of Kerry. "Because I hate Bush." Further investigation revealed that Anna actually agress with Bush's policy on the war, but doesn't agree with him on other policies, "like the death penalty". This fell apart when we pointed out that Anna had been in favour of killing Sadam Hussain. Turns out anna doesn't really know what any of George Bush's (or Kerry's) policies are, yet she feels confident in her opinion that Bush is "an idiot", and Kerry has to be better.
I'm not saying that I know any more about American politics (or british politics for that matter) but it was pretty amusing nonetheless.
Last night we were watching the news about the American election and Anna suddenly said "yeah, come on Kerry!" and I asked her why she was a fan of Kerry. "Because I hate Bush." Further investigation revealed that Anna actually agress with Bush's policy on the war, but doesn't agree with him on other policies, "like the death penalty". This fell apart when we pointed out that Anna had been in favour of killing Sadam Hussain. Turns out anna doesn't really know what any of George Bush's (or Kerry's) policies are, yet she feels confident in her opinion that Bush is "an idiot", and Kerry has to be better.
I'm not saying that I know any more about American politics (or british politics for that matter) but it was pretty amusing nonetheless.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Sunday, September 19, 2004
uni tomorrow o_O ^_^ lol
Yeah, like the title eloquently says, uni/freshers' week starts for propers tomorrow.
Had a meet and greet thing today which was kinda random. Just turned up with a friend and walked round this hall, grabbed some leaflets, grabbed some sandwiches, left.
Am so looking forward tomorrow but kinda nervous. It's weird not being in halls so having not met anyone at all. Tomorrow I have Welcome and Introduction to the programme at 10, then Greet from the Dean at 2. There's stuff in the evening but like I say, haven't really met anyone so i guess it depends on how tomorrow pans out whether I will be freshering it or not. It's weird because if i do go I'll have to leave at like 11.30 to get the last metro back to Newc, or get a taxi for eleventy billion pounds, or drive and not drink.
Had a meet and greet thing today which was kinda random. Just turned up with a friend and walked round this hall, grabbed some leaflets, grabbed some sandwiches, left.
Am so looking forward tomorrow but kinda nervous. It's weird not being in halls so having not met anyone at all. Tomorrow I have Welcome and Introduction to the programme at 10, then Greet from the Dean at 2. There's stuff in the evening but like I say, haven't really met anyone so i guess it depends on how tomorrow pans out whether I will be freshering it or not. It's weird because if i do go I'll have to leave at like 11.30 to get the last metro back to Newc, or get a taxi for eleventy billion pounds, or drive and not drink.
my words
Heh, discovered that on my phone I can see the list of words I've added to predictive text. For anyone that doesn't know this is a thing that helps you write text messages faster by guessing at what word you're aiming at. If you want to use a word it doesn't know, you can add it.
Here's my list:
(I'm not sure why it's almost but not quite in alphabetical order)
cba
babbelfish
calamary
camden
camsingirlsdorms
bbq
carcasonne
barcelona
bastards
affleck
adsl
betide
a4
ahh
bitch
aix
almeria
cocks
colchester
annecy
conned
cordoba
anry
convent
coupland
bournemouth
crap
crapload
braunston
crepes
argh
brixton
arsed
arsi
cumbria
ayayayayayages
cyn
byron
aww
dali
damned
daventry
dido
fiesta
finnish
fleh
dodgiest
dodgy
donalds
erk
drunk
fuck
fucked
fucking
fucks
eurostar
euston
gah
haribo
heathrow
heh
geordie
hey
heyah
giggly
ikea
inadvertantly
god
goodchild
goya
hums
hyjinx
jackass
kensington
lille
lipliner
litchenstein
knackered
loch
logitech
lopez
m1
oban
mcds
nah
malarky
newcastle
newnet
omfg
omg
ooh
mojo
mooching
montpellier
moronic
nostradamus
mp3
muchedumbre
museo
scarily
paddington
random
papparazzi
redbull
seeyah
rembrant
renfe
pervy
piccadilly
siesta
shoulda
php
pissed
pissing
pleut
skiver
roach
prado
pram
spillage
prolly
provence
quartorze
sussex
stripper
pyjamas
pwned
uber
tbh
valencia
vegas
threesome
toulouse
urgh
tsk
tyne
zaragoza
zaps
wichita
westbourne
whatcha
whoring
woah
wolston
worthians
wtf
yum
Browse it, skip past the whole thing, i don't care. I just thought it was a kinda funny insight into the crap i talk about in text messages.
Here's my list:
(I'm not sure why it's almost but not quite in alphabetical order)
cba
babbelfish
calamary
camden
camsingirlsdorms
bbq
carcasonne
barcelona
bastards
affleck
adsl
betide
a4
ahh
bitch
aix
almeria
cocks
colchester
annecy
conned
cordoba
anry
convent
coupland
bournemouth
crap
crapload
braunston
crepes
argh
brixton
arsed
arsi
cumbria
ayayayayayages
cyn
byron
aww
dali
damned
daventry
dido
fiesta
finnish
fleh
dodgiest
dodgy
donalds
erk
drunk
fuck
fucked
fucking
fucks
eurostar
euston
gah
haribo
heathrow
heh
geordie
hey
heyah
giggly
ikea
inadvertantly
god
goodchild
goya
hums
hyjinx
jackass
kensington
lille
lipliner
litchenstein
knackered
loch
logitech
lopez
m1
oban
mcds
nah
malarky
newcastle
newnet
omfg
omg
ooh
mojo
mooching
montpellier
moronic
nostradamus
mp3
muchedumbre
museo
scarily
paddington
random
papparazzi
redbull
seeyah
rembrant
renfe
pervy
piccadilly
siesta
shoulda
php
pissed
pissing
pleut
skiver
roach
prado
pram
spillage
prolly
provence
quartorze
sussex
stripper
pyjamas
pwned
uber
tbh
valencia
vegas
threesome
toulouse
urgh
tsk
tyne
zaragoza
zaps
wichita
westbourne
whatcha
whoring
woah
wolston
worthians
wtf
yum
Browse it, skip past the whole thing, i don't care. I just thought it was a kinda funny insight into the crap i talk about in text messages.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Scotland, it's bloody wet.
Well I got out of bed at 6am but unfortunately the clouds never went to bed so sunrise was a bit of a bust.
Got some cool (I hope) night shots of rapids on a long exposure (cliche ahoy) though, (which I nearly missed youth hostel curfew for), and some other Scotlandish shots which i shall post tomorrow.
So tired my eyes may drop out of my head.
Got some cool (I hope) night shots of rapids on a long exposure (cliche ahoy) though, (which I nearly missed youth hostel curfew for), and some other Scotlandish shots which i shall post tomorrow.
So tired my eyes may drop out of my head.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Scotland!@
My job is so boring. I was going to have a rant about that but now i can't be bothered. You should be glad about that.
Anyway I kind of quit but got convinced into going in tomorrow.
But then as soon as I finish I'm gonna go to Scotland! I realised I need something to shake of the workiness before i start uni but booking easyjets last minute is expensive so i'm just gonna drive to scotland and stay in a hostel wednesday, thursday and maybe friday night.
Have decided on this place called Killin. It's only 4 hours drive and looks pretty nice with loch and some waterfall/rapids. Will be dragging myself out of bed at least once for a sunrise photoshoot (yes i *will* damnit)
Wish me luck on not getting lost trying to find scotland.
Anyway I kind of quit but got convinced into going in tomorrow.
But then as soon as I finish I'm gonna go to Scotland! I realised I need something to shake of the workiness before i start uni but booking easyjets last minute is expensive so i'm just gonna drive to scotland and stay in a hostel wednesday, thursday and maybe friday night.
Have decided on this place called Killin. It's only 4 hours drive and looks pretty nice with loch and some waterfall/rapids. Will be dragging myself out of bed at least once for a sunrise photoshoot (yes i *will* damnit)
Wish me luck on not getting lost trying to find scotland.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
While bored at work
There's been this thing printed out and stuck on the wall by my desk at work, obviously left by the last person to work there, and today while I was skiving I typed it out and printed out a copy to bring home as it's kinda inspiring in a cheesy way... and now I'm gonna type it out again.
Just for today
Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a life time.
Just for today I will be happy. Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Just for today I will adjust myself to what is and not try and adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my "luck" as it comes and fit myself to it.
Just for today I will try and strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.
Just for today I will exercise my soul in three ways. I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count. I will do at least two things I don't want to do - just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.
Just for today I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticise not one bit, not find fault with anything and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.
Just for today I will have a programme. I may not follow it exactly but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests; hurry and indecision.
Just for today I will have a quiet half-hour all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.
Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, the world will give to me.
Just for today
Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a life time.
Just for today I will be happy. Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Just for today I will adjust myself to what is and not try and adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my "luck" as it comes and fit myself to it.
Just for today I will try and strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.
Just for today I will exercise my soul in three ways. I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count. I will do at least two things I don't want to do - just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.
Just for today I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticise not one bit, not find fault with anything and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.
Just for today I will have a programme. I may not follow it exactly but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests; hurry and indecision.
Just for today I will have a quiet half-hour all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.
Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, the world will give to me.
Monday, August 30, 2004
adsl fucktards
If you received this email from your isp a couple of days after signing up, what would you assume?
"Dear Amy
Please find below following username and available ADSL date
Username : jaymeekae
Install date : 30/08/2004
Thanks"
If you're anything like me, you'd assume that this meant that the install date for your adsl would be 30.08.04... but you'd be wrong.
You'd probably try to connect to adsl a few times on that date, and wonder what time it was gonna happen. And then eventually get through on their phone number where the tech support lackey would tell you something along the lines of:
"Yeah, I don't really know, I can't find any information about your connection date, i don't know where that date came from, and I don't know when you'll be connected. Ring back tomorrow, Bye."
You would have paid £50 set up fee for this, and would probably be a bit pissed off.
"Dear Amy
Please find below following username and available ADSL date
Username : jaymeekae
Install date : 30/08/2004
Thanks"
If you're anything like me, you'd assume that this meant that the install date for your adsl would be 30.08.04... but you'd be wrong.
You'd probably try to connect to adsl a few times on that date, and wonder what time it was gonna happen. And then eventually get through on their phone number where the tech support lackey would tell you something along the lines of:
"Yeah, I don't really know, I can't find any information about your connection date, i don't know where that date came from, and I don't know when you'll be connected. Ring back tomorrow, Bye."
You would have paid £50 set up fee for this, and would probably be a bit pissed off.
Friday, August 27, 2004
just spilling time
You know things are boring when the most exciting thing you did all day was drop off some photos to be printed (not even collect them), and you're looking forward to starting an admin job.
Actually I have a pretty good feeling about this new job. It starts on Tuesday. It's at a Solicitors and is pretty well paid. It'll be the usual typing malarky, but, well like i say, I just have a good feeling about it. It's highly likely to be misplaced optimism but we'll see.
Ooh also, I bought a new pc, amd athlon xp3200, 120gb hard drive, 512mb ram, dvdrw, video card with tv out, £350($620) (including shipping). <3 Ebay. I'm thinking I'm going to upgrade to a 160gb hard drive which the guy says he'll do for £15 extra. But I don't want the stupid fancy pants case it comes with, so he's gonna email me some other plainer options tomorrow which will hopefully knock a bit off again.
Apart from that, all I have to say is that i can't *wait* for uni to start now. I'm a bit nervous about freshers week and stuff but i'm sure it'll be ok once things get going. On the first weekend we have a meet and greet thing which is for people to take their families too, and since I'm already up here and moved in, my parents aren't here and so I'll be going on my own. It'll just be that first 10 seconds after I walk in that will be bad, then hopefully I'll spot someone to start a conversation with.
Oh also, I'm away next week at a friend's wedding. A friend my age! It sounds nuts but they've been together forever and stuff. Anyway, that's pretty exciting. Need to buy a new outfit. Omg and a hat! Oh I'm oddly nervous about seeing friends again though since I missed the hen weekend and have kind of been bad about keeping in touch since Europe. Hopefully they won't be too pissed at me, and I know a few other people have gone awol too. Oh and I did send my high school best friend a post card for the first time ever in my life so hopefully that will have scored me some points. Anyway I think I might be needed to give people lifts so they can't stay mad at me.
Actually I have a pretty good feeling about this new job. It starts on Tuesday. It's at a Solicitors and is pretty well paid. It'll be the usual typing malarky, but, well like i say, I just have a good feeling about it. It's highly likely to be misplaced optimism but we'll see.
Ooh also, I bought a new pc, amd athlon xp3200, 120gb hard drive, 512mb ram, dvdrw, video card with tv out, £350($620) (including shipping). <3 Ebay. I'm thinking I'm going to upgrade to a 160gb hard drive which the guy says he'll do for £15 extra. But I don't want the stupid fancy pants case it comes with, so he's gonna email me some other plainer options tomorrow which will hopefully knock a bit off again.
Apart from that, all I have to say is that i can't *wait* for uni to start now. I'm a bit nervous about freshers week and stuff but i'm sure it'll be ok once things get going. On the first weekend we have a meet and greet thing which is for people to take their families too, and since I'm already up here and moved in, my parents aren't here and so I'll be going on my own. It'll just be that first 10 seconds after I walk in that will be bad, then hopefully I'll spot someone to start a conversation with.
Oh also, I'm away next week at a friend's wedding. A friend my age! It sounds nuts but they've been together forever and stuff. Anyway, that's pretty exciting. Need to buy a new outfit. Omg and a hat! Oh I'm oddly nervous about seeing friends again though since I missed the hen weekend and have kind of been bad about keeping in touch since Europe. Hopefully they won't be too pissed at me, and I know a few other people have gone awol too. Oh and I did send my high school best friend a post card for the first time ever in my life so hopefully that will have scored me some points. Anyway I think I might be needed to give people lifts so they can't stay mad at me.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
bad mood
deep sigh. I've had this rant building up for a while, and now i kind of feel like getting started on it, but now i'm listening to wheat - don't i hold you and feeling all apathetic and I think it might come out more like wistful, mildly angry, rambling.
I think it started to settle when i was in Spain, although there were inklings of the ideas before. Getting whistled and called at in the street daily for half a month for no crime other than just being there really got me annoyed.
It's not a compliment. I assure you. I stepped off a 5 hour train journey on an unconditioned train, was taken to the end of a bus route by a jackass bus driver who didn't have a decent cell in his body, and had to walk back into town in 100+ heat, was obviously looking like the back end of a lorry... and a guy in a cafe still found it necessary to yell something. It has nothing to do with how a girl actually looks as far as I can see. It's just that, to these guys, that's what you do with women.
To be honest, it's not even the yelling that annoyed me that much. I think it just subconsciously got me thinking and now I can't stop. I never thought I'd be bothered by things like this at all, but i kind of feel like I don't have a choice.
I was idly looking up things about storm chasing, and saw that just 2% of storm chasers are women. There was a link to a rant by a female storm chaser about it, and it seems like she's saying that even if you put yourself in the man's world, as she has done, she's never going to get treated the same. She asked why it was that there were so few women... less desire for danger/excitement, less competitiveness, more responsible... but I don't care about any of that. I'm more bothered by the fact that even though she's gone for it, ignored what her gender dictates and done something dominated by men, she feels that people don't value her opinions or work as much because she's a woman.
Like I say, I didn't think this would ever bother me, because it never occured to me really. I just didn't realise that there were such gender issues going on. I thought we were past that?
Another thing is, (I feel like I'm writing a debate speech, but i don't know who I'm trying to convince of what), that I was thinking about... well I don't know how to start. It just seems like women are much more expected to change themselves to be what a man wants, than the other way around. Men do whatever they want, and girly things are looked down on. Yet at the end of the day, on the whole, women are expected to be "feminine". I know guys are expected to be masculine and manly just as much... but no ones ever gone "urgh football, that's so guyish" in the same way that they've said "urgh shopping, that's so girly." It's a weird paradox (is that the right word?) of femininity being looked down on... but also required.
Oh god, this too. Yesterday due to speaker breakage, I was listening to local radio, this talk show that I hate, and the DJ was doing little clips of people phoning in over the past few days. So it was kind of an advert. They basically let any nutter on the air to blabber on about whatever for as long as they want. They have callers on for half an hour at a time, just talking about nothing. (kind of like a blog :)) Anyway, they were playing clips. One about a ghost story, one about some woman felt stabbing pains as her brother was being stabbed, then he said "ooh and we've also talked about sex"... and this is transcript (from memory but i have a pretty good memory with this kind of thing)
DJ: So you just kept on peeling the potatoes? (at this point I thought it was a story about a rape.)
Caller: Yeah.
DJ: woa..
Caller: Just kept on peeling.
DJ: (bursts out laughing incredulously)
Caller: (Laughs along)
DJ: so.. so what happened?
Caller: (at this point it becomes apparent that she's just talking about a normal encounter with her husband) I just kept on peeling...
DJ: Ha ha, good woman.
Caller: He... did what he had to do and went off to have a shower, and by the time he came back I had his dinner on the table.
DJ: (Laughs again) Ah brilliant, just like a woman should, after all, a womans' place is in the kitchen.
Now, I know that last bit is the DJ him deliberately being inflamatory but my god. I don't even know where to begin. It's utterly disgusting that a man could have such little respect for his wife, his wife could not care (because after all, what more can she expect?) and phone into a radio station about it, some fucktard DJ could *laugh* about it, and then they'd use it as an *advert* for the radio station. I hate people.
I think it started to settle when i was in Spain, although there were inklings of the ideas before. Getting whistled and called at in the street daily for half a month for no crime other than just being there really got me annoyed.
It's not a compliment. I assure you. I stepped off a 5 hour train journey on an unconditioned train, was taken to the end of a bus route by a jackass bus driver who didn't have a decent cell in his body, and had to walk back into town in 100+ heat, was obviously looking like the back end of a lorry... and a guy in a cafe still found it necessary to yell something. It has nothing to do with how a girl actually looks as far as I can see. It's just that, to these guys, that's what you do with women.
To be honest, it's not even the yelling that annoyed me that much. I think it just subconsciously got me thinking and now I can't stop. I never thought I'd be bothered by things like this at all, but i kind of feel like I don't have a choice.
I was idly looking up things about storm chasing, and saw that just 2% of storm chasers are women. There was a link to a rant by a female storm chaser about it, and it seems like she's saying that even if you put yourself in the man's world, as she has done, she's never going to get treated the same. She asked why it was that there were so few women... less desire for danger/excitement, less competitiveness, more responsible... but I don't care about any of that. I'm more bothered by the fact that even though she's gone for it, ignored what her gender dictates and done something dominated by men, she feels that people don't value her opinions or work as much because she's a woman.
Like I say, I didn't think this would ever bother me, because it never occured to me really. I just didn't realise that there were such gender issues going on. I thought we were past that?
Another thing is, (I feel like I'm writing a debate speech, but i don't know who I'm trying to convince of what), that I was thinking about... well I don't know how to start. It just seems like women are much more expected to change themselves to be what a man wants, than the other way around. Men do whatever they want, and girly things are looked down on. Yet at the end of the day, on the whole, women are expected to be "feminine". I know guys are expected to be masculine and manly just as much... but no ones ever gone "urgh football, that's so guyish" in the same way that they've said "urgh shopping, that's so girly." It's a weird paradox (is that the right word?) of femininity being looked down on... but also required.
Oh god, this too. Yesterday due to speaker breakage, I was listening to local radio, this talk show that I hate, and the DJ was doing little clips of people phoning in over the past few days. So it was kind of an advert. They basically let any nutter on the air to blabber on about whatever for as long as they want. They have callers on for half an hour at a time, just talking about nothing. (kind of like a blog :)) Anyway, they were playing clips. One about a ghost story, one about some woman felt stabbing pains as her brother was being stabbed, then he said "ooh and we've also talked about sex"... and this is transcript (from memory but i have a pretty good memory with this kind of thing)
DJ: So you just kept on peeling the potatoes? (at this point I thought it was a story about a rape.)
Caller: Yeah.
DJ: woa..
Caller: Just kept on peeling.
DJ: (bursts out laughing incredulously)
Caller: (Laughs along)
DJ: so.. so what happened?
Caller: (at this point it becomes apparent that she's just talking about a normal encounter with her husband) I just kept on peeling...
DJ: Ha ha, good woman.
Caller: He... did what he had to do and went off to have a shower, and by the time he came back I had his dinner on the table.
DJ: (Laughs again) Ah brilliant, just like a woman should, after all, a womans' place is in the kitchen.
Now, I know that last bit is the DJ him deliberately being inflamatory but my god. I don't even know where to begin. It's utterly disgusting that a man could have such little respect for his wife, his wife could not care (because after all, what more can she expect?) and phone into a radio station about it, some fucktard DJ could *laugh* about it, and then they'd use it as an *advert* for the radio station. I hate people.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Friday, August 20, 2004
U...p...loaa..dd..iin..gg
Uploading 14mb of images and stuff on 56k is slow.
I'm currently getting around 2kb/s with 10mbish to go.
I'm currently getting around 2kb/s with 10mbish to go.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Meatloaf...
Well I can't really give away my buglar alarm plans... but here's the meatloaf/don't touch my stuff page
http://img57.exs.cx/img57/653/notebook2.jpg
http://img57.exs.cx/img57/653/notebook2.jpg
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Awesome Finding
Photos taking a little longer than expected... sorry. It's really not that exciting sorting through, making minor level adjustments and adding borders to over 800 photos. Also I'm ill so you can't get mad.
Anyway, I just had to share this. I just found a notebook in my bedroom that I had when I was 10. I know the age exactly since I've written "My name is Amy. I am ten years old and I love Take That" on the first page.
Well flicking through it's mostly incomprehensible scribbles, plans for ingenious Home Alone style burglar alarms and short stories about nothing. One thing however, is utterly brilliant, in my humble opinion. It's a list of rules for some club or other. They're mostly average things, but nestled in among "No going over the top! (Being silly)" and "All rubbish in the bin!" I found, Rule Number Three;
"Don't Touch My Stuff"
Additionally, I have inexplicably drawn a picture of a man with no arms or feet wearing a top that says "Meat Loaf" just underneath the rules.
Ah to be ten.
Anyway, I just had to share this. I just found a notebook in my bedroom that I had when I was 10. I know the age exactly since I've written "My name is Amy. I am ten years old and I love Take That" on the first page.
Well flicking through it's mostly incomprehensible scribbles, plans for ingenious Home Alone style burglar alarms and short stories about nothing. One thing however, is utterly brilliant, in my humble opinion. It's a list of rules for some club or other. They're mostly average things, but nestled in among "No going over the top! (Being silly)" and "All rubbish in the bin!" I found, Rule Number Three;
"Don't Touch My Stuff"
Additionally, I have inexplicably drawn a picture of a man with no arms or feet wearing a top that says "Meat Loaf" just underneath the rules.
Ah to be ten.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Saturday, July 31, 2004
almost home time : /
Well im currently waiting for a train to Barcelona where I will spend three nights and then fly home on the 3rd. Reeeeeeeeally not looking forward to coming home. England is so lame.
The only good thing I can really think of about coming home is that I can finally look at my photos.
Hrmph.
I was in San Jose, on the Spanish south coast, a few days ago, one of the best places Ive been yet, I think. It´s a little sea side resort but its not covered in huge hotels or anything. I went for a walk along the coast line (so eager!!). It´s all desert-like landscape, mountains in the background and then crazy trees and things nearby. Walked right to the end of the next beach along and then up a hill so I could see out over the cliffs and sea. Sat there for ages listening to music and eating cake. Cake, music, sun and a view of the med. What more could you ask for, really? Wanted to walk on further and see if I could find a deserted beach but it was getting dark. It was maddening cause you could see the path disappear over the next bit of hill/cliff and I wanted to walk it and see where it went. Definitely on the list of places to go back to some day.
The only good thing I can really think of about coming home is that I can finally look at my photos.
Hrmph.
I was in San Jose, on the Spanish south coast, a few days ago, one of the best places Ive been yet, I think. It´s a little sea side resort but its not covered in huge hotels or anything. I went for a walk along the coast line (so eager!!). It´s all desert-like landscape, mountains in the background and then crazy trees and things nearby. Walked right to the end of the next beach along and then up a hill so I could see out over the cliffs and sea. Sat there for ages listening to music and eating cake. Cake, music, sun and a view of the med. What more could you ask for, really? Wanted to walk on further and see if I could find a deserted beach but it was getting dark. It was maddening cause you could see the path disappear over the next bit of hill/cliff and I wanted to walk it and see where it went. Definitely on the list of places to go back to some day.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
woah
Theyre playing Counting Crows cover of Big Yellow Taxi in this internet cafe. Which is weird because before that it was all boyzone and the like. Anyway thats pretty cool. Nothing like hearing an awesome song when youre miles from home and werent expecting it.
Anyway I just had to blog about this. About three days ago, while in a train station in Montpellier. I saw a guy wearing a bright red black and yellow sash. Across it, in bold letters, was written "Mister Belgium 1998".
What possible shade of madness could have created a situation where standing in a train station claiming you were the hottest man in belguim 6 years ago could have seemed like a good idea?
Anyway I just had to blog about this. About three days ago, while in a train station in Montpellier. I saw a guy wearing a bright red black and yellow sash. Across it, in bold letters, was written "Mister Belgium 1998".
What possible shade of madness could have created a situation where standing in a train station claiming you were the hottest man in belguim 6 years ago could have seemed like a good idea?
Sunday, July 18, 2004
omg medieval ness
Well after a brilliant time in montpellier, Im now in Carcasonne. Montpellier was really cool, met loads of people in the hostel so had a night in a dodgy "latino" bar; got to go out into the country and swim in a river miles from anywhere. Very pretty. Also Montpellier is one of those great European cities thats really alive at night. Saw breakdancers in the street one night, very amusing.
At Carcasonne the hostel is right inside the walled medieval part of the city. Its gorgeous from the outside and the little streets inside certainly have an appeal, even if they do come across as a bit disneyland-y sometimes due to being quite touristy. I think all the buildings are authentic though and Im hoping to get some good photos this evening when its lit by the setting sun.
Saw the tour de france today cause it set off from Carcasonne this morning. Didnt actually realise it was here till I arrived here last night and heard some people talking about it. Got talking to a few people in the common room in the youth hostel till about 2am and found out where to go and stuff. Stood around for about 2 hours, and then the cyclists shot past in about 12 seconds. Wild. Got some photos though. I just set the camera to continuous shooting, held down the shutter and pointed it at the road. They go by too fast to think about doing anything else. Was very jealous of the photographers going past on the back of motorbikes, keeping up with the cyclists.
Now im about to take a walk around the main part of Carcasonne, looking for somewhere that will sell a cheap sweater since I left mine in Montpellier :/
At Carcasonne the hostel is right inside the walled medieval part of the city. Its gorgeous from the outside and the little streets inside certainly have an appeal, even if they do come across as a bit disneyland-y sometimes due to being quite touristy. I think all the buildings are authentic though and Im hoping to get some good photos this evening when its lit by the setting sun.
Saw the tour de france today cause it set off from Carcasonne this morning. Didnt actually realise it was here till I arrived here last night and heard some people talking about it. Got talking to a few people in the common room in the youth hostel till about 2am and found out where to go and stuff. Stood around for about 2 hours, and then the cyclists shot past in about 12 seconds. Wild. Got some photos though. I just set the camera to continuous shooting, held down the shutter and pointed it at the road. They go by too fast to think about doing anything else. Was very jealous of the photographers going past on the back of motorbikes, keeping up with the cyclists.
Now im about to take a walk around the main part of Carcasonne, looking for somewhere that will sell a cheap sweater since I left mine in Montpellier :/
Thursday, July 15, 2004
omg sun!!!
Whoo, I dont even know where to begin with this post. ive been pretty good at keeping my diary on paper and ill update my blog with sections of it when i get home prolly. In the mean time Ill just ramble for a bit cause internet access is like 85p an hour here.
Uuuuuhm well last night was the quatorze and I went with a polish girl called paulina and a welsh girl also called amy to fireworks just outside montpellier (which is where im staying at the moment). Amazing display. Two things the french know how to do: make sandwiches, put on fireworks.
Today i took a quick trip on a tram and a bus to the beach and had a walk along, paddling in the water. Took some photos and tommorrow im gonna go back, sans camera and perhaps with some girls from the hostel to swim and properly do the beach thing.
Am really loving Montpellier,everyone here seems so much nicer and more willing to help than in some other places ive visited where theyve even been rude at tourist information offices. A swedish woman told me of this conversation at the tourist office in aix-en-provence
SW: Hey so are there any good art galleries here?
TO: Yes loads, what do you want?
SW: Um, well, Cezanne was born here wasnt he?
TO: ... He's dead you know.
say what now?
Anyway, as i was saying, people in montpellier are much nicer. Am staying here two more nights then heading to Carcassonne I think which is some kind of walled city I think. I never really know until I show up in these places since I dont have a Europe/France guide book aside from the hostel guide.
Well, Im off to see if anyone at the hostel feels like going for a wander round the town.
Uuuuuhm well last night was the quatorze and I went with a polish girl called paulina and a welsh girl also called amy to fireworks just outside montpellier (which is where im staying at the moment). Amazing display. Two things the french know how to do: make sandwiches, put on fireworks.
Today i took a quick trip on a tram and a bus to the beach and had a walk along, paddling in the water. Took some photos and tommorrow im gonna go back, sans camera and perhaps with some girls from the hostel to swim and properly do the beach thing.
Am really loving Montpellier,everyone here seems so much nicer and more willing to help than in some other places ive visited where theyve even been rude at tourist information offices. A swedish woman told me of this conversation at the tourist office in aix-en-provence
SW: Hey so are there any good art galleries here?
TO: Yes loads, what do you want?
SW: Um, well, Cezanne was born here wasnt he?
TO: ... He's dead you know.
say what now?
Anyway, as i was saying, people in montpellier are much nicer. Am staying here two more nights then heading to Carcassonne I think which is some kind of walled city I think. I never really know until I show up in these places since I dont have a Europe/France guide book aside from the hostel guide.
Well, Im off to see if anyone at the hostel feels like going for a wander round the town.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
omg mountains
ok this is gonna be a short post cause the net access is expensive but i had to come online to check hostel availability in nice, which is probably where im going next.
i'm currently in chamonix having just arrived from annecy which was gorgeous and this place is even more breath taking but its a bit cloudy.
was hoping to take a cable car half way up mont blanc tomorrow but apparently they had signs there today saying that the visibility is bad to 0.
anyway, annecy was definitely the best place ive stayed so far. stayed there two nights and met two other girls, one from south africa and one from austrailia. Cool to have people to hang out with. Went on a boat trip round annecy lake and took lots of photos, also swam in the lake. Was cold but ridiculously iddylic(which i cant spell), swimming in a lake at the foot of huge green mountains.
Weirdest thing to happen so far is that i arrived in lyon at about 11pm cause i coulddnt get an earlier train. Found the road the youth hostel was on on a map and figured out how the tram works. Very proud of myself. Reached the road and hostel is number 51, set of walking at number 157. Got to 53... then got to 45. Oh crap. Wandered around this slightly dodgy neighbourhood a while and decided to go back to a police station id seen a few blocks back. Fell through the door almost in tears and told them i was lost. Nicest police officers in teh world. Turned out there were two roads called teh same thing and id picked the wrong one. Ended up having three police officers drive me to the hostel, while they sang songs about the quartorze.
Anyway apart from that everythings totally awesome. Just hoping for better weather/visibility tomorrow!!
Au revoir!
i'm currently in chamonix having just arrived from annecy which was gorgeous and this place is even more breath taking but its a bit cloudy.
was hoping to take a cable car half way up mont blanc tomorrow but apparently they had signs there today saying that the visibility is bad to 0.
anyway, annecy was definitely the best place ive stayed so far. stayed there two nights and met two other girls, one from south africa and one from austrailia. Cool to have people to hang out with. Went on a boat trip round annecy lake and took lots of photos, also swam in the lake. Was cold but ridiculously iddylic(which i cant spell), swimming in a lake at the foot of huge green mountains.
Weirdest thing to happen so far is that i arrived in lyon at about 11pm cause i coulddnt get an earlier train. Found the road the youth hostel was on on a map and figured out how the tram works. Very proud of myself. Reached the road and hostel is number 51, set of walking at number 157. Got to 53... then got to 45. Oh crap. Wandered around this slightly dodgy neighbourhood a while and decided to go back to a police station id seen a few blocks back. Fell through the door almost in tears and told them i was lost. Nicest police officers in teh world. Turned out there were two roads called teh same thing and id picked the wrong one. Ended up having three police officers drive me to the hostel, while they sang songs about the quartorze.
Anyway apart from that everythings totally awesome. Just hoping for better weather/visibility tomorrow!!
Au revoir!
Monday, July 05, 2004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
London
Well there's about 6 days now till I go away (!!!!!), and I'm excited but also quite at a loss for things to fill that time as lots of my friends are still at uni due to exams and stuff.
Sooooo on Monday night I decided to take a trip to London. I searched on a 'whats on' website and found a few art galleries with photography exhibitions that looked worth a visit, booked a train ticket and went down there on Tuesday morning. I thought the train would be loads but it was only £17 return (with my young persons railcard that has the expiry date rubbed off)
On the train down I texted my best friend from high school who i've not spoken to in a good few months and it turned out that she was down in london for the week, visiting a friend of ours who is at university there! That was a pretty weird coincidence. So we arranged to meet for lunch after I'd been to one of the small galleries.
The first gallery I went to was one reccomended to me by one of my future lecturers at Sunderland when I was there for interview. Its just called "The Photographer's Gallery" and it's in Leicester Square. There were two exhibitions on, one of a guy who'd photographed an abandoned prison called the Maze. It did say that he'd tried to exentuate the repetition and boredom of the place... and this really came across in the photos. As a result, however, they were just pretty uninspiring.
The other exhibition was Portraits of South Africa, photos of people in South Africa, dealing with issues of how they've changed since the end of apartheid. These were much more compelling. Each photo had a little snippet of information, or a quote from the subject as the photographer had spent time getting to know his models. It was a really interesting collection.
Sooo, then I met up with Jemma and Phil, my friends, and we hung out in a cafe, then an ice cream bar, and then wandered around shops a bit. Just cool to hang out with people you've not seen in ages. Especially since we spent a bit of time in a travel books shop cause Phil was buying a map of Russia, so I had a perfect excuse to wax lyrical about my trip to europe (I'm getting in early on the repetitive "well on my gap year..." talks :D )
Well then we parted ways and I headed on the Tube to Brixton (a place I'd not really heard of but I discovered causes people to make faces at you when you say you're going there.)
I got there and sort of found out why, I suppose. I shuffled through a dodgy market, looking for Electric Lane, where this gallery was. I found it finally and had to press a buzzer to be allowed in. This was a collection of five female photographers works. One documented the death of her mother and her fight with alzheimers. Each photograph had scrawled sentences at the bottom, which I think were quotes from her mother. I enjoyed the works but wished that there were more. The gallery was just two very small rooms. I'm not entirely sure I didn't miss out some of it, but none of the people there seemed very helpful and I'd already messed up cause I pressed the buzzer on the door twice and didn't realise the door had been buzzed open; so I didn't feel I could ask.
After I left there I considered exploring Brixton a little more... but found myself gravitating towards the tube station and headed for Kensington. Pottered around the high street there... nothing very exciting.
Oh, one thing I've not mentioned, I picked the worst day to go to London cause the tube was striking from 6.30pm. This meant that after that time I'd have to stay within walking distance of Euston where I got my train back to Rugby. So I ended up looking at a map in Euston station at around 6pm. I saw Camden Town on the map and it didn't look far, so I thought I'd walk up there and get something to eat. Unfortunately I mentally had it mixed up with Covent Garden, which I love, so was disappointed when I remembered that I hate Camden. I wandered up and down a bit but, frankly, the place intimidates me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go into a chinese restaurant and embarrassed myself cause I had to say "table for one" about three times before the guy understood me :/
I will admit that I was a bit nervous about wandering into a random chinese in Camden but I had a really good meal and then wandered back towards Euston. Still had about 2 hours to kill so I walked in the other direction to Tottenham Court Road where I knew there was an internet cafe. Parked myself there for about an hour and a half : )
When I stepped out of the cafe it was dark and immediately opposite was a building lit all in purple, so I grabbed my camera, thinking of the "buildings at night" contest on worth. (I've decided not to enter that one so it's ok that I mention it :D)
This led to a really enjoyable walk back along Tottenham Court Road, taking photos and not being bothered if people were wondering "Why the hell is she taking a photo of that?"
Got back to Euston just as my train started boarding.
Sorry that this is the most ridiculously long blog entry. I think I describe stuff in too much detail.
Sooooo on Monday night I decided to take a trip to London. I searched on a 'whats on' website and found a few art galleries with photography exhibitions that looked worth a visit, booked a train ticket and went down there on Tuesday morning. I thought the train would be loads but it was only £17 return (with my young persons railcard that has the expiry date rubbed off)
On the train down I texted my best friend from high school who i've not spoken to in a good few months and it turned out that she was down in london for the week, visiting a friend of ours who is at university there! That was a pretty weird coincidence. So we arranged to meet for lunch after I'd been to one of the small galleries.
The first gallery I went to was one reccomended to me by one of my future lecturers at Sunderland when I was there for interview. Its just called "The Photographer's Gallery" and it's in Leicester Square. There were two exhibitions on, one of a guy who'd photographed an abandoned prison called the Maze. It did say that he'd tried to exentuate the repetition and boredom of the place... and this really came across in the photos. As a result, however, they were just pretty uninspiring.
The other exhibition was Portraits of South Africa, photos of people in South Africa, dealing with issues of how they've changed since the end of apartheid. These were much more compelling. Each photo had a little snippet of information, or a quote from the subject as the photographer had spent time getting to know his models. It was a really interesting collection.
Sooo, then I met up with Jemma and Phil, my friends, and we hung out in a cafe, then an ice cream bar, and then wandered around shops a bit. Just cool to hang out with people you've not seen in ages. Especially since we spent a bit of time in a travel books shop cause Phil was buying a map of Russia, so I had a perfect excuse to wax lyrical about my trip to europe (I'm getting in early on the repetitive "well on my gap year..." talks :D )
Well then we parted ways and I headed on the Tube to Brixton (a place I'd not really heard of but I discovered causes people to make faces at you when you say you're going there.)
I got there and sort of found out why, I suppose. I shuffled through a dodgy market, looking for Electric Lane, where this gallery was. I found it finally and had to press a buzzer to be allowed in. This was a collection of five female photographers works. One documented the death of her mother and her fight with alzheimers. Each photograph had scrawled sentences at the bottom, which I think were quotes from her mother. I enjoyed the works but wished that there were more. The gallery was just two very small rooms. I'm not entirely sure I didn't miss out some of it, but none of the people there seemed very helpful and I'd already messed up cause I pressed the buzzer on the door twice and didn't realise the door had been buzzed open; so I didn't feel I could ask.
After I left there I considered exploring Brixton a little more... but found myself gravitating towards the tube station and headed for Kensington. Pottered around the high street there... nothing very exciting.
Oh, one thing I've not mentioned, I picked the worst day to go to London cause the tube was striking from 6.30pm. This meant that after that time I'd have to stay within walking distance of Euston where I got my train back to Rugby. So I ended up looking at a map in Euston station at around 6pm. I saw Camden Town on the map and it didn't look far, so I thought I'd walk up there and get something to eat. Unfortunately I mentally had it mixed up with Covent Garden, which I love, so was disappointed when I remembered that I hate Camden. I wandered up and down a bit but, frankly, the place intimidates me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go into a chinese restaurant and embarrassed myself cause I had to say "table for one" about three times before the guy understood me :/
I will admit that I was a bit nervous about wandering into a random chinese in Camden but I had a really good meal and then wandered back towards Euston. Still had about 2 hours to kill so I walked in the other direction to Tottenham Court Road where I knew there was an internet cafe. Parked myself there for about an hour and a half : )
When I stepped out of the cafe it was dark and immediately opposite was a building lit all in purple, so I grabbed my camera, thinking of the "buildings at night" contest on worth. (I've decided not to enter that one so it's ok that I mention it :D)
This led to a really enjoyable walk back along Tottenham Court Road, taking photos and not being bothered if people were wondering "Why the hell is she taking a photo of that?"
Got back to Euston just as my train started boarding.
Sorry that this is the most ridiculously long blog entry. I think I describe stuff in too much detail.
Oh and
Here's the photos I took
www.jaymeekae.com/london
I don't think many people will like them but I was feeling self indulgent so screw you guys. :p
www.jaymeekae.com/london
I don't think many people will like them but I was feeling self indulgent so screw you guys. :p
Friday, June 25, 2004
Just in case...
Here's a funny thing that happened today. I was at the library looking for this book about backpacking around Europe, called "Europe on a shoe string". It didn't look like they had it so I went to speak to the helpful library lady to see if anywhere in the area could send it across.
After a bit of searching, she informs me that the only copy in the area, of a book about travelling in Europe, is in (wait for it) Onley Prison Library.
... just incase any inmates are planning cheap backpacking holidays and all.
After a bit of searching, she informs me that the only copy in the area, of a book about travelling in Europe, is in (wait for it) Onley Prison Library.
... just incase any inmates are planning cheap backpacking holidays and all.
tum te tum... 11 days!
Well i've not blogged in a while because i've not really done anything interesting. I moved out of my house in Newcastle and spent a lot of time cleaning and whining about all the cleaning in chat.
Howwwwwever, in 11 days I'll be off to Europe with my inter rail pass to travel down the east of france from lille, via Lyon and Annecy, probably Aix-en-Bains then along the south of france via Monte Carlo or Nice and Cannes, quick stop via Marseille, then onto Montpellier, then via Perpignan into Spain, down the east of Spain stopping certainly in Barcelona, but I haven't quite planned that far yet... :D
Soooo I may actually have something interesting to blog about.
I'm sure I'll be stopping off at net cafes and begging them to let me plug in a USB cable (does anyone know how to say "Is it possible to plug in a USB device here?" in french or spanish? - I will probably be posting a worth forums thread asking for this phrase and others like it to be translated :) ).
I'll be keeping a travel diary too and taking lotttttts of photos (my storage device can hold over 5000) so I can be one of those annoying "Well on my gap year..." people who just doesn't shut up for months to come.
Howwwwwever, in 11 days I'll be off to Europe with my inter rail pass to travel down the east of france from lille, via Lyon and Annecy, probably Aix-en-Bains then along the south of france via Monte Carlo or Nice and Cannes, quick stop via Marseille, then onto Montpellier, then via Perpignan into Spain, down the east of Spain stopping certainly in Barcelona, but I haven't quite planned that far yet... :D
Soooo I may actually have something interesting to blog about.
I'm sure I'll be stopping off at net cafes and begging them to let me plug in a USB cable (does anyone know how to say "Is it possible to plug in a USB device here?" in french or spanish? - I will probably be posting a worth forums thread asking for this phrase and others like it to be translated :) ).
I'll be keeping a travel diary too and taking lotttttts of photos (my storage device can hold over 5000) so I can be one of those annoying "Well on my gap year..." people who just doesn't shut up for months to come.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Women > Men Lol
Now this is something that's been annoying me for about four months.
In the girls bathrooms at work, on the inside of the door in one of the stalls, there's this poster with a list of "Reasons Women are Better than Men"
The list includes gems like "We can paint our nails", "We can judge a person just by looking at their shoes". Well, Thank God I'm a woman, eh! Nail painting! Shoe judging! What more could I possibly want?
See what I'm getting at here?
"We'll never regret piercing our ears"
Come on, is this really all they could think of?
I don't normally get annoyed about this kind of jokey stuff, it's just ironic that something that's supposed to be giving women a big up, is infact pigeon holing us as all wanting no more pleasure in our lives than nail painting and, in a round-about way, suggesting that there's nothing more to being a woman than this superficial crap.
I need to print out a big rolleyes and pin it over the top on my last day.
In the girls bathrooms at work, on the inside of the door in one of the stalls, there's this poster with a list of "Reasons Women are Better than Men"
The list includes gems like "We can paint our nails", "We can judge a person just by looking at their shoes". Well, Thank God I'm a woman, eh! Nail painting! Shoe judging! What more could I possibly want?
See what I'm getting at here?
"We'll never regret piercing our ears"
Come on, is this really all they could think of?
I don't normally get annoyed about this kind of jokey stuff, it's just ironic that something that's supposed to be giving women a big up, is infact pigeon holing us as all wanting no more pleasure in our lives than nail painting and, in a round-about way, suggesting that there's nothing more to being a woman than this superficial crap.
I need to print out a big rolleyes and pin it over the top on my last day.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Rargh
Today my boss managed to tell me he thought i was smart, and make it seem like an insult.
I can't even explain how he did it, but it was like he was accusing me. He made one of his endless comments about how I'm leaving and going back to uni (which is wasting my time in his opinion. He told me that I shouldn't bother because I'll hate my job anyway. "Look at us" he said "We all hate our jobs". Yes, but you sell WIRES for a living.)
Anyway, he said something about photography and not going off into war zones, and I said "well i might." He seemed shocked and he muttered something; then came out with "I think secretly you've got a voice in your tongue [sic], and a brain in your head but while you're here you just keep quiet and accept things."
Now I know that sounds like a compliment, but I already said I couldn't explain it. At the time it was like an accusation of weakness or something. I wanted to blog it straight away so that maybe I'd remember it better and explain it more clearly. But I can't really blog at work and now I've forgotten the essence of the moment.
I can't even explain how he did it, but it was like he was accusing me. He made one of his endless comments about how I'm leaving and going back to uni (which is wasting my time in his opinion. He told me that I shouldn't bother because I'll hate my job anyway. "Look at us" he said "We all hate our jobs". Yes, but you sell WIRES for a living.)
Anyway, he said something about photography and not going off into war zones, and I said "well i might." He seemed shocked and he muttered something; then came out with "I think secretly you've got a voice in your tongue [sic], and a brain in your head but while you're here you just keep quiet and accept things."
Now I know that sounds like a compliment, but I already said I couldn't explain it. At the time it was like an accusation of weakness or something. I wanted to blog it straight away so that maybe I'd remember it better and explain it more clearly. But I can't really blog at work and now I've forgotten the essence of the moment.
Monday, June 07, 2004
What the CRAP?
How the hell...?
I was just sitting at my desk, being amused by some newb at worth and resting one hand on my knee when i felt this little bump. I'm wearing these cropped trousers with the ends rolled up a little bit and i realised something musta fallen into the fold.
A short investigation later, and I found half a shell of a pistachio nut.
I've not had pistachio nuts for a good 5 months at least. And these trousers are new, I've had them about 2 months.
what what what what what.
I was just sitting at my desk, being amused by some newb at worth and resting one hand on my knee when i felt this little bump. I'm wearing these cropped trousers with the ends rolled up a little bit and i realised something musta fallen into the fold.
A short investigation later, and I found half a shell of a pistachio nut.
I've not had pistachio nuts for a good 5 months at least. And these trousers are new, I've had them about 2 months.
what what what what what.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Template
Okay well I've changed the template. I kind of like it but i'm not sure about all this pink so it might be changing slightly soon.
Does anyone know how to include titles with posts?
Does anyone know how to include titles with posts?
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Comments
Well I've removed the haloscan comments and switched over to blogger.com comments cause i thought that was what was causing me some problems.
Turns out I still have the problems and it's mozilla's fault. And blogger.com comments are pretty annoying.
Sigh.
Oh well. I went to the trouble of preserving old comments and have added them to old posts.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
Turns out I still have the problems and it's mozilla's fault. And blogger.com comments are pretty annoying.
Sigh.
Oh well. I went to the trouble of preserving old comments and have added them to old posts.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
Ill and at a loss
Well I'm ill. It's only a cold but it's enough to make me feel like i don't really want to go outside and do anything. But I don't want to lie in bed either. And i don't want to sit here all day. Eh. I don't know what i want to do.
Being ill sucks.
Being ill sucks.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Birthdays
People in chat were talking about birthdays that coincide with events like Christmas and I got to thinking about it. Most people will agree that it'd probably be a bit lame. They cite reasons like how you'll only get one present to cover both Christmas and your birthday from stingy relatives, and how you don't get one day that's *just* for you.
I've always agreed wholeheartedly that sharing a birthday with something like Christmas or New Year isn't something I'd like but I think I have a slightly different reason. I'd never thought it through all that much before but I realised that I consider it a disadvantage because you'd have less days to break up the rest of the year.
My birthday is in April, it makes a nice break, something to look forward to, between New Year and Summer Holidays. If you don't have a birthday to use up somewhere else in the year, then you miss out on a whole day of non-normalacy.
Perhaps I'm not explaining this very well. I realised I think of it the same way I think about work. There's certain things that can break up the work day. Escaping the office to cover reception, texting friends, browsing worth. Now if two of them coincide, like if I get a text when I'm down on reception, I almost feel like I've wasted a bit of non-work time.
It was just pretty striking to me that I was drawing some comparison with needing to break up the *year* in the same way that I need to break up the monotony of a day at work. Worrying. I don't want my life to be a heap of boring, broken up with dots of interesting things to keep me going. Luckily, I don't think it will be.
There you go, there's some of the angst that shiva doubted I was capable of :)
I've always agreed wholeheartedly that sharing a birthday with something like Christmas or New Year isn't something I'd like but I think I have a slightly different reason. I'd never thought it through all that much before but I realised that I consider it a disadvantage because you'd have less days to break up the rest of the year.
My birthday is in April, it makes a nice break, something to look forward to, between New Year and Summer Holidays. If you don't have a birthday to use up somewhere else in the year, then you miss out on a whole day of non-normalacy.
Perhaps I'm not explaining this very well. I realised I think of it the same way I think about work. There's certain things that can break up the work day. Escaping the office to cover reception, texting friends, browsing worth. Now if two of them coincide, like if I get a text when I'm down on reception, I almost feel like I've wasted a bit of non-work time.
It was just pretty striking to me that I was drawing some comparison with needing to break up the *year* in the same way that I need to break up the monotony of a day at work. Worrying. I don't want my life to be a heap of boring, broken up with dots of interesting things to keep me going. Luckily, I don't think it will be.
There you go, there's some of the angst that shiva doubted I was capable of :)
Friday, May 28, 2004
Sauce Stupidity
I noticed at the mcdonalds drive in window that they had signs that say "this restaurant operates a one sauce per meal policy" and i thought it was funny that they'd rather spend money printing up signs and looking like jackasses than give people extra sauce if they want.
Then i got home and see they've given me three pots of sauce, and i didn't even ask.
And the real kicker is that i ate all my fries on the way home before i even found the sauce.
Then i got home and see they've given me three pots of sauce, and i didn't even ask.
And the real kicker is that i ate all my fries on the way home before i even found the sauce.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Local Radio
While driving home from... well i'd like to say "while driving home from taking pictures of the sunset", but "while driving home from having my battery run out after 2 minutes" is a more accurate sentence. Anyway, while driving home, I was listening to the radio, and... you know what, there's just no way to introduce this.
"Tonight on metro radio our phone-in topic is shaving rash."
I need to fix my car cd player.
"Tonight on metro radio our phone-in topic is shaving rash."
I need to fix my car cd player.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Rambling
Some of us are cave-dwellers, some of us live in houses, some of us like to be loose footed
>_< it's looking like going away this summer isn't going to be as difficult financially as i'd thought... possibly.
The trouble is that as soon as i start browsing lonelyplanet.com or youthtravel.com i get urges to skip work tomorrow, buy a backpack, and make it to the airport by nightfall.
Unfortunately, the wait is a must. Or atleast, it's the sensible option.
It looks like the company i'm working for currently want to keep me till the end of June, and while i'm in no way oblidged to stay there, it is good money and it makes sense to keep them happy and keep the opportunity of part time work once i start university.
So, i'm planning to leave around early/mid July. I guess i'm planning to go for a month, but that does give me a buffer of a couple of extra weeks if.. well, if something comes up.
I have to be back by the beginning of September as one of my high school friends is getting married on the 4th.
And if nothing else atleast I'll be tanned on the wedding photos.
Now i just have to decide where I actually want to go. Interrailing in Europe is high on my options list now, and it seems like it's not that uncommon for women my age to do that alone and not run into too many problems as long as you're sensible. I'm just worried that maybe I'd be too shy to talk to people in hostels, and end up lonely and to scared to do stuff on my own. Honestly though, there has to be a point where you just give yourself a kick up the ass and say "hey" to a friendly looking fellow loner. I think i'd be okay... but it's just a risk to consider.
Then there's possibility of somewhere more far afield. I feel a bit silly considering more exotic places, as I have no idea what i'd actually do if i found myself in one of them. In europe i imagine i would be able to find my way around as it's much more culturally close to england than, say, Nepal (which is apparently too hot and dusty in July anyway - although you can survive on $15 a day, including accomodation)
I've considered more organised things, like "teach abroad" or group tours/bus tours that kind of thing but i'm not sure that's what i want to do really.
However, suggestions are greatfully received and I am open to all and any ideas. Really. I've got a month, some but not much cash, I want to see some stuff, and take some photos. Where should I go? : )
>_< it's looking like going away this summer isn't going to be as difficult financially as i'd thought... possibly.
The trouble is that as soon as i start browsing lonelyplanet.com or youthtravel.com i get urges to skip work tomorrow, buy a backpack, and make it to the airport by nightfall.
Unfortunately, the wait is a must. Or atleast, it's the sensible option.
It looks like the company i'm working for currently want to keep me till the end of June, and while i'm in no way oblidged to stay there, it is good money and it makes sense to keep them happy and keep the opportunity of part time work once i start university.
So, i'm planning to leave around early/mid July. I guess i'm planning to go for a month, but that does give me a buffer of a couple of extra weeks if.. well, if something comes up.
I have to be back by the beginning of September as one of my high school friends is getting married on the 4th.
And if nothing else atleast I'll be tanned on the wedding photos.
Now i just have to decide where I actually want to go. Interrailing in Europe is high on my options list now, and it seems like it's not that uncommon for women my age to do that alone and not run into too many problems as long as you're sensible. I'm just worried that maybe I'd be too shy to talk to people in hostels, and end up lonely and to scared to do stuff on my own. Honestly though, there has to be a point where you just give yourself a kick up the ass and say "hey" to a friendly looking fellow loner. I think i'd be okay... but it's just a risk to consider.
Then there's possibility of somewhere more far afield. I feel a bit silly considering more exotic places, as I have no idea what i'd actually do if i found myself in one of them. In europe i imagine i would be able to find my way around as it's much more culturally close to england than, say, Nepal (which is apparently too hot and dusty in July anyway - although you can survive on $15 a day, including accomodation)
I've considered more organised things, like "teach abroad" or group tours/bus tours that kind of thing but i'm not sure that's what i want to do really.
However, suggestions are greatfully received and I am open to all and any ideas. Really. I've got a month, some but not much cash, I want to see some stuff, and take some photos. Where should I go? : )
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Grab a book game
Grab A Book Game
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
"This might be a mixture of scrapbook and diary containing written or sketched ideas for future pictures, plus quotes and work by other photographers, writers or artists which you want to remember (add quotes of your own)."
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
"This might be a mixture of scrapbook and diary containing written or sketched ideas for future pictures, plus quotes and work by other photographers, writers or artists which you want to remember (add quotes of your own)."
Monday, May 03, 2004
Angst about art
oh geez. i feel so randomly upset or pissed off or something and i don't know why. hormones hitting me i guess.
i have this big frown on my face and no inclination to arrange my face any other way.
AND i lost all my bookmarks.
geez.
Now, i've been meaning to write about this for a while, and i'm in a particularly bitchy mood so it's probably gonna come out a lot horrible-er than i meant it to be really but screw it.
As some of you may know, I live in a house with six people (including myself) and four of us get along great. The other two... we don't really talk to. It's okay though, we just kinda ignore each other and quietly bitch about how they keep turning the heating down because they "can't afford it", but they can afford to get curry delivered four times a week.
Anyway, that's all just background, I wanted to bitch about something else. Now one of them is a guy who I will call G. And the other is a girl, H. They're both studying Art at university. G's actually a fully trained chef, but after getting that qualification, went back to uni to study Architechture, and then quit that after a year to study Art. I don't really think he has any idea of what he's gonna do with an art degree, but it's apparently fun.
Well, I'm just gonna come out and say it... any art i've ever seen either of these two create completely sucks. Now, I'm not usually one to mock the artistic endeavours of others, but seriously, you'll see where i'm coming from. You know in pre-school, when you used to do paintings like dump loads of paint on one half of a sheet of paper, then fold it over and smush it together, then unfold and it looks like a butterfly? That's the kind of thing G does.
He did that thing where you colour a sheet of paper all different colours, then draw over it with black wax crayon and scratch some of the wax crayon off so the colour shows through.
He's not shown us anything new for a while, as we've kind of all completely stopped talking to them, but last i heard... his art teachers fucking LOVED the crap he was coming out with!
I don't know, maybe I'm completely missing something incredibly insightful about his work, but to hear him talk about it he even admits himself that he's just fucking around.
It's really none of my business, but it pisses me off that he's fucking around in an art course and complaining about how his parents won't give him any money (big surprise when he's like 25 and they've already paid him through two courses). I'm all for modern art when it's genuine, but it's a little grating to watch this guy make crap and have his teachers fawn over him for it.
As for H, i can't really comment since i've never seen anything she's finished. All i know is that she knits a lot and there is currently a baking tray in our kitchen with a layer of tin foil, then a layer of cling film, then a sheet of pink knitting painted with furniture polish.
comments
What the hell is Curry?
Grimtooth | Email | 05.03.04 - 9:25 pm | #
what the hell??? You don't get CURRY in america???
Jaymee | 05.03.04 - 9:29 pm | #
We get curry in America. It's just that Grim doesn't get curry where he's at.
Art teachers do that kind of shit. Take it from someone with experience. You could take the time a paint the most beautiful portrait anyone has ever seen and just be ok to the art teachers but if you draw a doll's head impaled on a fork in feces, then you're fucking brilliant. On the whole, art teachers are douches.
MaestroCalhoun | Email | 05.04.04 - 7:20 am | #
Those who can't teach, so chances are good these art teachers are bad
dolly | 05.04.04 - 10:44 am | #
My wife taught her students to do that crayon thing. She teaches Grade 6. I bet next thing your roomy brings home is a paper snowflake.
Taz | Email | Homepage | 05.04.04 - 2:58 pm | #
mmmmm, curry, it's hard to get good curry here in the states, and even then it's scarce. Curry is about the best food you brits have. I had curry on the flight to london and it was the best thing I age the whole trip. Maybe I should have eaten at more pubs or something.
shiva | 05.04.04 - 6:59 pm | #
I spent a week working next door to an Indian restaurant once. They cooked Currie all day long. It was all you could smell, and it would coat your throat and tongue, so I spent the whole day thirsty as hell, no matter how much water I drank.
Scarlette | Email | 05.08.04 - 12:51 am | #
Well, NOW I know why you got all heated up with the 'What is art?' thread... :D
Kz | Email | Homepage | 05.08.04 - 4:12 pm | #
i have this big frown on my face and no inclination to arrange my face any other way.
AND i lost all my bookmarks.
geez.
Now, i've been meaning to write about this for a while, and i'm in a particularly bitchy mood so it's probably gonna come out a lot horrible-er than i meant it to be really but screw it.
As some of you may know, I live in a house with six people (including myself) and four of us get along great. The other two... we don't really talk to. It's okay though, we just kinda ignore each other and quietly bitch about how they keep turning the heating down because they "can't afford it", but they can afford to get curry delivered four times a week.
Anyway, that's all just background, I wanted to bitch about something else. Now one of them is a guy who I will call G. And the other is a girl, H. They're both studying Art at university. G's actually a fully trained chef, but after getting that qualification, went back to uni to study Architechture, and then quit that after a year to study Art. I don't really think he has any idea of what he's gonna do with an art degree, but it's apparently fun.
Well, I'm just gonna come out and say it... any art i've ever seen either of these two create completely sucks. Now, I'm not usually one to mock the artistic endeavours of others, but seriously, you'll see where i'm coming from. You know in pre-school, when you used to do paintings like dump loads of paint on one half of a sheet of paper, then fold it over and smush it together, then unfold and it looks like a butterfly? That's the kind of thing G does.
He did that thing where you colour a sheet of paper all different colours, then draw over it with black wax crayon and scratch some of the wax crayon off so the colour shows through.
He's not shown us anything new for a while, as we've kind of all completely stopped talking to them, but last i heard... his art teachers fucking LOVED the crap he was coming out with!
I don't know, maybe I'm completely missing something incredibly insightful about his work, but to hear him talk about it he even admits himself that he's just fucking around.
It's really none of my business, but it pisses me off that he's fucking around in an art course and complaining about how his parents won't give him any money (big surprise when he's like 25 and they've already paid him through two courses). I'm all for modern art when it's genuine, but it's a little grating to watch this guy make crap and have his teachers fawn over him for it.
As for H, i can't really comment since i've never seen anything she's finished. All i know is that she knits a lot and there is currently a baking tray in our kitchen with a layer of tin foil, then a layer of cling film, then a sheet of pink knitting painted with furniture polish.
comments
What the hell is Curry?
Grimtooth | Email | 05.03.04 - 9:25 pm | #
what the hell??? You don't get CURRY in america???
Jaymee | 05.03.04 - 9:29 pm | #
We get curry in America. It's just that Grim doesn't get curry where he's at.
Art teachers do that kind of shit. Take it from someone with experience. You could take the time a paint the most beautiful portrait anyone has ever seen and just be ok to the art teachers but if you draw a doll's head impaled on a fork in feces, then you're fucking brilliant. On the whole, art teachers are douches.
MaestroCalhoun | Email | 05.04.04 - 7:20 am | #
Those who can't teach, so chances are good these art teachers are bad
dolly | 05.04.04 - 10:44 am | #
My wife taught her students to do that crayon thing. She teaches Grade 6. I bet next thing your roomy brings home is a paper snowflake.
Taz | Email | Homepage | 05.04.04 - 2:58 pm | #
mmmmm, curry, it's hard to get good curry here in the states, and even then it's scarce. Curry is about the best food you brits have. I had curry on the flight to london and it was the best thing I age the whole trip. Maybe I should have eaten at more pubs or something.
shiva | 05.04.04 - 6:59 pm | #
I spent a week working next door to an Indian restaurant once. They cooked Currie all day long. It was all you could smell, and it would coat your throat and tongue, so I spent the whole day thirsty as hell, no matter how much water I drank.
Scarlette | Email | 05.08.04 - 12:51 am | #
Well, NOW I know why you got all heated up with the 'What is art?' thread... :D
Kz | Email | Homepage | 05.08.04 - 4:12 pm | #
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Blog Links
just alphabetised all my blog links
am i missing anyone?
comments
You're missing Puff but his isn't really working yet.
dolly | 05.02.04 - 10:15 am | #
no...
heather | Homepage | 05.02.04 - 5:40 pm | #
meee
Sliq has me linked though, and you linked him so I guess its all good.
Scarlette | Email | 05.08.04 - 12:53 am | #
am i missing anyone?
comments
You're missing Puff but his isn't really working yet.
dolly | 05.02.04 - 10:15 am | #
no...
heather | Homepage | 05.02.04 - 5:40 pm | #
meee
Sliq has me linked though, and you linked him so I guess its all good.
Scarlette | Email | 05.08.04 - 12:53 am | #
Birthday Photos
Photos from my birthday, they're in a funny number order cause that's just the way i scanned them, but i tried to link them kind of in cronological order
Two
Becca, me and Marc at the restaurant
One
Nice and sober, think this is while we were still at the restaurant
Eight
Marc and Christine
Four
Anna and me
Five
Marc and Christine
Six
Christine, me and Anna's head :D
Nine
Anna doing some sort of bunny rabbit impression
Seven
Me doing the bunny rabbit thing, no idea who that guy is, didn't know he was there at the time
Ten
Random oh so crappy disposible camera quality photo of me
Three
Photo taken to finish off the film, sitting on this couch in a club at about 2 am. I forgot to smile cause i was concentrating on trying not to shoot straight over our heads or down our tops or something
Comments
Number five is just screaming for a photoshopping. Looks like it was a lot of fun, see turning ** isn't so bad
dolly | 05.02.04 - 10:17 am | #
Such pretty little english roses! How do you guys manage that while drunk off your asses? Happy b-day, jae!
Cyn | Homepage | 05.02.04 - 10:25 am | #
It's that tongue again!
PC / CP | 05.03.04 - 8:28 am | #
yeah but it looks like it's coming out of my nose.
Jaymee | 05.03.04 - 1:12 pm | #
Two
Becca, me and Marc at the restaurant
One
Nice and sober, think this is while we were still at the restaurant
Eight
Marc and Christine
Four
Anna and me
Five
Marc and Christine
Six
Christine, me and Anna's head :D
Nine
Anna doing some sort of bunny rabbit impression
Seven
Me doing the bunny rabbit thing, no idea who that guy is, didn't know he was there at the time
Ten
Random oh so crappy disposible camera quality photo of me
Three
Photo taken to finish off the film, sitting on this couch in a club at about 2 am. I forgot to smile cause i was concentrating on trying not to shoot straight over our heads or down our tops or something
Comments
Number five is just screaming for a photoshopping. Looks like it was a lot of fun, see turning ** isn't so bad
dolly | 05.02.04 - 10:17 am | #
Such pretty little english roses! How do you guys manage that while drunk off your asses? Happy b-day, jae!
Cyn | Homepage | 05.02.04 - 10:25 am | #
It's that tongue again!
PC / CP | 05.03.04 - 8:28 am | #
yeah but it looks like it's coming out of my nose.
Jaymee | 05.03.04 - 1:12 pm | #
Thursday, April 29, 2004
I always think of interesting things to blog about when I'm driving or in the shower and then by the time I get back to the computer i've either lost the inclination or decided that the rambling in my head wouldn't sound quite so interesting all written out.
And I just blow dried my hair with the parting all wrong.
And I just blow dried my hair with the parting all wrong.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Whoop, I am a fully signed up member of Spanish for Beginners and Drawing and Painting for Beginners. I feel thouroughly adult-educated. Or prepared to be, or something.
I am kind of wondering if i will get bored in the Spanish Class. I'm pretty sure I won't in the Drawing and Painting. It's just that I know that if I'd taken Spanish in high school, I would have been bored the whole time and done my best not to do any of the work. There's something about deciding to do things for yourself that makes the difference. Or maybe it's just that I actually *want* to learn this and put the effort in. That's almost the same thing but i think there's a subtle difference.
No reply as yet on the current possible solution to my "what to do this summer" dilemma. :/
I am kind of wondering if i will get bored in the Spanish Class. I'm pretty sure I won't in the Drawing and Painting. It's just that I know that if I'd taken Spanish in high school, I would have been bored the whole time and done my best not to do any of the work. There's something about deciding to do things for yourself that makes the difference. Or maybe it's just that I actually *want* to learn this and put the effort in. That's almost the same thing but i think there's a subtle difference.
No reply as yet on the current possible solution to my "what to do this summer" dilemma. :/
Sunday, April 18, 2004
Well, today's been a bit of a non starter.
I did some laundry and some washing up, that was about as productive as it got.
I found out that students can bowl for £2 at Megabowl so we were gonna go and do that but we decided we couldn't be bothered. So all I have scheduled for this evening now is dreading work tomorrow.
I'm so bored of wasting my time with this crap.
And no, I'm not just randomly whining, I have actually attempted to do something about it this weekend, but I don't know if it's gonna work out, so I don't wanna talk about it yet.
comments
"So all I have scheduled for this evening now is dreading work tomorrow."
I SO thought you were going to say dreading your hair.
You have disappointed me again, Jaym.
Grimtooth | Email | 04.18.04 - 3:58 pm | #
oddly enough, you are like the 4th person ever to try and convince me to go dreaded. maybe you people are on to something.
jaymee | 04.18.04 - 4:21 pm | #
I did some laundry and some washing up, that was about as productive as it got.
I found out that students can bowl for £2 at Megabowl so we were gonna go and do that but we decided we couldn't be bothered. So all I have scheduled for this evening now is dreading work tomorrow.
I'm so bored of wasting my time with this crap.
And no, I'm not just randomly whining, I have actually attempted to do something about it this weekend, but I don't know if it's gonna work out, so I don't wanna talk about it yet.
comments
"So all I have scheduled for this evening now is dreading work tomorrow."
I SO thought you were going to say dreading your hair.
You have disappointed me again, Jaym.
Grimtooth | Email | 04.18.04 - 3:58 pm | #
oddly enough, you are like the 4th person ever to try and convince me to go dreaded. maybe you people are on to something.
jaymee | 04.18.04 - 4:21 pm | #
Well, finally, most of my friends are back in Newcastle. This has been quite a random week consisting literally entirely of work, sit in bedroom, sleep, work, sit in bedroom...
That schedule is preferable to sitting in the cold living room on my own, or hanging out with the two weird flatmates who were also here.
Anyway, the girls got back today, which was nice. We went to see gothika, which wasn't nice at all.
Oh, this is quite interesting. I read on bbc news that german scientists have been doing their scientist thing, and they've decided that the universe is trumpet shaped. I'd like to think they mean with buttons and mouth piece and all, but I think they just mean the end bit. Anyway, this means that in some places, time and space are so curved that you can see the back of your head. You can see the back of your head! How random is that? I'm not sure i've fully got my brain around the concept of space and time being "curved"... but bbc news, in it's infinite wisdom, has posted this story just as a "snippet" and I can't find more information on it anywhere.
Carl asked how long it would take to get to the places where this happens, which made me realise that, infact, if people could get there, it would just be full of women exclaiming "wow, my bum *does* look big in this!"
Comments
You crazy Brits probably used some wacky telescope made of teacups or something. Here in America, you can't see the back of your head, no matter how hard you try.
Grimtooth | Email | Homepage | 04.17.04 - 10:23 pm | #
"I read on bbc news that *german* scientists"
geez, you're an idiot.
jaymee | 04.17.04 - 10:28 pm | #
I'd really like to know how to find this spot in the universe for the next time I highlight my hair.
dolly | 04.17.04 - 11:53 pm | #
That schedule is preferable to sitting in the cold living room on my own, or hanging out with the two weird flatmates who were also here.
Anyway, the girls got back today, which was nice. We went to see gothika, which wasn't nice at all.
Oh, this is quite interesting. I read on bbc news that german scientists have been doing their scientist thing, and they've decided that the universe is trumpet shaped. I'd like to think they mean with buttons and mouth piece and all, but I think they just mean the end bit. Anyway, this means that in some places, time and space are so curved that you can see the back of your head. You can see the back of your head! How random is that? I'm not sure i've fully got my brain around the concept of space and time being "curved"... but bbc news, in it's infinite wisdom, has posted this story just as a "snippet" and I can't find more information on it anywhere.
Carl asked how long it would take to get to the places where this happens, which made me realise that, infact, if people could get there, it would just be full of women exclaiming "wow, my bum *does* look big in this!"
Comments
You crazy Brits probably used some wacky telescope made of teacups or something. Here in America, you can't see the back of your head, no matter how hard you try.
Grimtooth | Email | Homepage | 04.17.04 - 10:23 pm | #
"I read on bbc news that *german* scientists"
geez, you're an idiot.
jaymee | 04.17.04 - 10:28 pm | #
I'd really like to know how to find this spot in the universe for the next time I highlight my hair.
dolly | 04.17.04 - 11:53 pm | #
Friday, April 16, 2004
I spent much of my (extensive) skiving time at work today reading bbc news. That was depressing.
I don't read the news enough though. I must make an effort to do it more.
Woah what the hell, I've just checked my email... how fucking ridiculous is this?
I emailed tabletofdeath company saying:
"I've given up trying to get my tablet to work well or get any
helpful answer from you on the subject, and I've purchased a wacom.
However, I can't install the wacom drivers as the nisis drivers are
refusing to uninstall. It tells me that a file is corrupt and
installation quits. I've tried reinstalling from scratch but the
program crashes."
That might seem quite snappy but i did refrain from including ".. have tried installing from scratch but the crappy installation program that looks like it belongs in windows 3.1 crashes" so I've been quite good really.
Anyway, I got this back:
Amy
To remove all traces of the original installation, you need to go back
to the System Restore point you created before you originally installed
the Nisis Graphics Tablet.
Nisis UK Technical Support Centre
...?????????
Comments
worst. company. ever.
d1j | 04.17.04 - 4:41 pm | #
Wow they suck but they have a sense of humor. Not very funny when your frustrated with their product.
dolly | 04.17.04 - 5:09 pm | #
they have a sense of humour?
The stars before were just cause i didn't wanna put the company name. but screw them. it's nisis.
jaymee | 04.17.04 - 8:19 pm | #
I don't read the news enough though. I must make an effort to do it more.
Woah what the hell, I've just checked my email... how fucking ridiculous is this?
I emailed tabletofdeath company saying:
"I've given up trying to get my tablet to work well or get any
helpful answer from you on the subject, and I've purchased a wacom.
However, I can't install the wacom drivers as the nisis drivers are
refusing to uninstall. It tells me that a file is corrupt and
installation quits. I've tried reinstalling from scratch but the
program crashes."
That might seem quite snappy but i did refrain from including ".. have tried installing from scratch but the crappy installation program that looks like it belongs in windows 3.1 crashes" so I've been quite good really.
Anyway, I got this back:
Amy
To remove all traces of the original installation, you need to go back
to the System Restore point you created before you originally installed
the Nisis Graphics Tablet.
Nisis UK Technical Support Centre
...?????????
Comments
worst. company. ever.
d1j | 04.17.04 - 4:41 pm | #
Wow they suck but they have a sense of humor. Not very funny when your frustrated with their product.
dolly | 04.17.04 - 5:09 pm | #
they have a sense of humour?
The stars before were just cause i didn't wanna put the company name. but screw them. it's nisis.
jaymee | 04.17.04 - 8:19 pm | #
Thursday, April 15, 2004
I didn't finish work till 8.30 tonight. That was pretty cool. 4 hours over time :D
It will have just about paid for my wacom which was waiting for me when I collapsed through my front door.
However, all is not happy in wacomland. It's working, but I can't install the drivers. When I try, it says that I can't have more than one tablet driver installed at once. So i go to uninstall the old crappytabletofdeath drivers and it says that this file is corrupted and uninstallation will quit. So I deleted that file manually and tried again, and it says that it can't locate that file... well d'uh.
So i restored that file and went for a trip to my favourite phone-number-less website, www.nisis.com. I dutifully downloaded drivers and planned to install and then try uninstalling. However, as soon as i run the installer, it warns me that "uninstall has failed to initialise and may be unable to uninstall this item"... then promptly crashes. Excellent.
Crappytabletofdeath is on my hard drive like white on rice.
Any ideas?
It will have just about paid for my wacom which was waiting for me when I collapsed through my front door.
However, all is not happy in wacomland. It's working, but I can't install the drivers. When I try, it says that I can't have more than one tablet driver installed at once. So i go to uninstall the old crappytabletofdeath drivers and it says that this file is corrupted and uninstallation will quit. So I deleted that file manually and tried again, and it says that it can't locate that file... well d'uh.
So i restored that file and went for a trip to my favourite phone-number-less website, www.nisis.com. I dutifully downloaded drivers and planned to install and then try uninstalling. However, as soon as i run the installer, it warns me that "uninstall has failed to initialise and may be unable to uninstall this item"... then promptly crashes. Excellent.
Crappytabletofdeath is on my hard drive like white on rice.
Any ideas?
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
I was alone in my office today when one of the engineers, Andrew, walked in and started looking in the stationary cupboard. He said something like "Going okay?" so i said "yeah, not bad" and he said "good". All very usual. Then there was a pause before he came out with; "Mind you, I don't really know what i would have done if you'd said no." Which was odd.
I think he was kind of pointing out how silly it is to ask someone if they're okay because "yes" is the only answer you expect.
Only, I didn't quite know what to say to that so i said "ah yes, if i'd started crying or something. ha". Then I realised that really was quite an odd thing for me to say and everything went a bit awkward while i muttered something about how it "...would have.. uh.. freaked you out". It was all quite traumatising.
And that, readers, is why you shouldn't question social rituals like just saying "yeah not bad" when someone asks you how you are.
Comments
1st comment!
arsifoofoo | 04.15.04 - 5:53 pm | #
I pity you.
Grimtooth | Email | Homepage | 04.15.04 - 6:05 pm | #
I think he was kind of pointing out how silly it is to ask someone if they're okay because "yes" is the only answer you expect.
Only, I didn't quite know what to say to that so i said "ah yes, if i'd started crying or something. ha". Then I realised that really was quite an odd thing for me to say and everything went a bit awkward while i muttered something about how it "...would have.. uh.. freaked you out". It was all quite traumatising.
And that, readers, is why you shouldn't question social rituals like just saying "yeah not bad" when someone asks you how you are.
Comments
1st comment!
arsifoofoo | 04.15.04 - 5:53 pm | #
I pity you.
Grimtooth | Email | Homepage | 04.15.04 - 6:05 pm | #
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Wow. Well I actually felt quite positive about work today. Which is odd. It's extremely nice starting the week on a Tuesday. It's like getting a freebie.
Tuesdays are also slightly better than any other day in general cause it's my day to cover reception which means I get a couple of 15 minute breaks chucked in where I just sit around and read whatever magazine of debauchery is laying around and vaguely attempt to answer the phones.
I think it was cause work was pretty busy today and I was pretty much getting on with my own thing rather than working for 5 minutes then asking my boss type person what to do next. I really hate that. Working independantly is much better. It still requires zero thought though :/
I even stayed after for overtime. Time and a half baby, won't say no to that. However, they tend to not actually pay me time and a half since i'm always late in, so they just count my overtime as making up for that... but still, I shall make a real effort this week and hopefully notch up a few hours of proper overtime. I've been spurred on by not having to pay rent on this house any more. For some reason, we've been paying slightly extra for the last 10 months, so we don't have to pay for the last two of the year. I have no idea, but it's pretty cool.
Well, all I've done today is go to work and there's only so much I can say about that.
Tuesdays are also slightly better than any other day in general cause it's my day to cover reception which means I get a couple of 15 minute breaks chucked in where I just sit around and read whatever magazine of debauchery is laying around and vaguely attempt to answer the phones.
I think it was cause work was pretty busy today and I was pretty much getting on with my own thing rather than working for 5 minutes then asking my boss type person what to do next. I really hate that. Working independantly is much better. It still requires zero thought though :/
I even stayed after for overtime. Time and a half baby, won't say no to that. However, they tend to not actually pay me time and a half since i'm always late in, so they just count my overtime as making up for that... but still, I shall make a real effort this week and hopefully notch up a few hours of proper overtime. I've been spurred on by not having to pay rent on this house any more. For some reason, we've been paying slightly extra for the last 10 months, so we don't have to pay for the last two of the year. I have no idea, but it's pretty cool.
Well, all I've done today is go to work and there's only so much I can say about that.
I went for a random drive today. I like driving these days. However, I apparently have chosen to reside in the one area of England that wasn't bathed in glorious sunshine today :/. I've spoken to people in three completely different parts of england and they've all told me that it was sunny where they were; but Northumberland today was cloudy with occasional rain.
I'm loathe to talk about the weather, and I apologise for doing so, except to explain why I took almost no photographs of the Northumbrian countryside. It wasn't my fault, it was the light.
Anyway I set myself a challenge of seeing how far away from civilisation I could get. Now you'd think, driving around the Pennines on a monday afternoon it wouldn't be that hard to find yourself alone. Or at least, that's what I thought. But i was wrong, almost all day I went no longer than about 5 minutes between seeing other cars, and that's at the very least. Maybe it was busier because of the bank holiday, but seriously; the middle of nowhere is packed with people.
Oh, here's something weird... while driving around some place called... something beginning with W, i forget what... I stopped in a carpark to quickly look at a map and work out vaguely where i was. As i drove into the carpark there was a guy sitting in a kind of crappy car. With his face smushed up against the steering wheel. I mean, the side of his face was against the steering wheel, and he had a totally vacant look in his eyes. Anyway I can only assume he was wasted. He'd sat up by the time I left.
So i'd seen this sort of building on the top of a hill on the horizon and I thought it looked pretty cool. It was kind of the shape of one of those columned buildings in, say, Ancient Rome or Greece. So I figured I'd head for that. Well, I'll tell you now that didn't find it. But I was driving along and saw a sign for "something (i forget what) hall" and i thought that might be it so I turned off and ended up on the narrowest road in England just passing through farm after farm, never entirely sure if I was on private property or not. Anyway I didn't feel very alone the whole time, but rather uncomfortably watched by farmers and a bit lost. Heh. At one point I crossed a cattle grid with a sign that said "PRIVATE CATTLEGRID" which I kind of thought might mean I was supposed to get out and open the gate, but that seemed stupid, and something i had no intention of doing. And I never even found the signposted hall place, which probably wasn't the column thing, since in restrospect i was probably miles from there.
So I failed in my mission to plunge myself into the barren depths of Northumberland this afternoon. I guess my real failing was my unwillingness to leave my car. And if there's a road, there's going to be other people. But perhaps I will venture futher another time when the weather is better as the landscapes I went through are freaking amazing, just very unphotogenic in overcast drizzle.
However, I did manage to take a photo that is just, very very English. There's no other word to describe it, imo. I called the file "how fucking british", but on second thought, it's just very very English. There's wind blown trees, everso wholesome green rolling hills, grey sky, and a stone wall covered in moss. England england england.
England
Comments
That is the England I wanna see someday.
(...well, that and the inside of ARR's bedroom)
arsifoofoo | 04.16.04 - 1:25 am | #
are you sure? You will have to travel more than 5 minutes out of london to see countryside
like that you know, something that apparently sends waves of fear through many americans. :D
Infact, that picture was taken about 6 hours north of london, and about 5 minutes south of
scotland : )
jaym | 04.16.04 - 10:08 am | #
Waves of fear?
What could there possibly be to fear over there?
I WILL see that someday. It's beautiful.
Anonymous | 04.16.04 - 12:50 pm | #
I wrote the above and submitted before I entered my name.
me=duh
arsifoofoo | 04.16.04 - 12:51 pm | #
it'd look beautifuller if it wasn't raining ¬_¬
jaymee | 04.16.04 - 6:08 pm | #
I'm loathe to talk about the weather, and I apologise for doing so, except to explain why I took almost no photographs of the Northumbrian countryside. It wasn't my fault, it was the light.
Anyway I set myself a challenge of seeing how far away from civilisation I could get. Now you'd think, driving around the Pennines on a monday afternoon it wouldn't be that hard to find yourself alone. Or at least, that's what I thought. But i was wrong, almost all day I went no longer than about 5 minutes between seeing other cars, and that's at the very least. Maybe it was busier because of the bank holiday, but seriously; the middle of nowhere is packed with people.
Oh, here's something weird... while driving around some place called... something beginning with W, i forget what... I stopped in a carpark to quickly look at a map and work out vaguely where i was. As i drove into the carpark there was a guy sitting in a kind of crappy car. With his face smushed up against the steering wheel. I mean, the side of his face was against the steering wheel, and he had a totally vacant look in his eyes. Anyway I can only assume he was wasted. He'd sat up by the time I left.
So i'd seen this sort of building on the top of a hill on the horizon and I thought it looked pretty cool. It was kind of the shape of one of those columned buildings in, say, Ancient Rome or Greece. So I figured I'd head for that. Well, I'll tell you now that didn't find it. But I was driving along and saw a sign for "something (i forget what) hall" and i thought that might be it so I turned off and ended up on the narrowest road in England just passing through farm after farm, never entirely sure if I was on private property or not. Anyway I didn't feel very alone the whole time, but rather uncomfortably watched by farmers and a bit lost. Heh. At one point I crossed a cattle grid with a sign that said "PRIVATE CATTLEGRID" which I kind of thought might mean I was supposed to get out and open the gate, but that seemed stupid, and something i had no intention of doing. And I never even found the signposted hall place, which probably wasn't the column thing, since in restrospect i was probably miles from there.
So I failed in my mission to plunge myself into the barren depths of Northumberland this afternoon. I guess my real failing was my unwillingness to leave my car. And if there's a road, there's going to be other people. But perhaps I will venture futher another time when the weather is better as the landscapes I went through are freaking amazing, just very unphotogenic in overcast drizzle.
However, I did manage to take a photo that is just, very very English. There's no other word to describe it, imo. I called the file "how fucking british", but on second thought, it's just very very English. There's wind blown trees, everso wholesome green rolling hills, grey sky, and a stone wall covered in moss. England england england.
England
Comments
That is the England I wanna see someday.
(...well, that and the inside of ARR's bedroom)
arsifoofoo | 04.16.04 - 1:25 am | #
are you sure? You will have to travel more than 5 minutes out of london to see countryside
like that you know, something that apparently sends waves of fear through many americans. :D
Infact, that picture was taken about 6 hours north of london, and about 5 minutes south of
scotland : )
jaym | 04.16.04 - 10:08 am | #
Waves of fear?
What could there possibly be to fear over there?
I WILL see that someday. It's beautiful.
Anonymous | 04.16.04 - 12:50 pm | #
I wrote the above and submitted before I entered my name.
me=duh
arsifoofoo | 04.16.04 - 12:51 pm | #
it'd look beautifuller if it wasn't raining ¬_¬
jaymee | 04.16.04 - 6:08 pm | #
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