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03 June 2013 @ 06:33 pm

I went to Spain this year, during the Easter holidays in fact, and at 32 it's probably the most adventurous thing I've ever done. Which is odd, I know, but still... Before I left, I was completely lost in all the details of all the things I would have to overcome: flying for the first time, the procedure of going through the airport, a country where they don't speak my language (and I don't speak theirs) and living with two people I love dearly but don't know very well for twelve whole days in a small cottage away from civilization.

Looking back on it though, I don't remember much about the things I was so scared of at first. I mostly remember chatting with one of my friends in the airpoirt, watching the other one sleep. I remember the incredible thrill of going up above the clouds for the first time, and being unable to tear my eyes away from the sight below me for any length of time. I remember the scent of orange trees and the colour of the sky - this miraculous deep blue, encompassing every other sensation. I remember going out in the grey drizzle to fetch wood for the fireplace, and mocking the daring presenters of some nature documentary long after dark. I remember the divine silence of the finca, and the incredible echo of ancient pilgrims in a tiny mezquita.

But most of all I remember with fondness the kindness and care of my companions, coaching, guiding and goading me through this experience. If I'm trying to pick up writing again now, it's in part because they've showed me that the biggest obstacle in my path is me. It's something I've always known, but never saw so clearly as when standing on a small courtyard in Sevilla, ordering biscuits from a nun.

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01 June 2013 @ 08:07 pm

He stood slightly to the left of her, seemingly occupied with memorizing the floor numbers. Nothing about him was particularly exciting or noteworthy: his clothes were unremarkable, the strong line of his jaw hidden by unapologetically bland scruff, his shoes were worn but clean. In fact, she couldn't think of a word more apt to describe him than average.

A thoroughly average man.

Yet she couldn't look away. She felt herself stare, in a most indelicate way. She could almost envision her face, greedily scanning the details of him, soaking them up like so many clues to a mystery.

He had an air about him, like the soft hum of a lightbulb at bursting point or the inaudibly pitched drone of a television screen. The kind of sound one sensed rather than heared. Her body seemed attuned to it in the most remarkable way, humming along, shivering.

The artificial bell chimed from somewhere inside the lift's speakers, and the wooden panels slid open to make way for more commuters hopping and shuffling inside. A tall thin woman with the sort of smile that seemed to have been created by a botox mishap crammed herself inbetween her and the stranger, and she immediately felt disconnected.

And finally able to tear her eyes away from him. As she did, she noticed other people in the elevator with her: the fat man from the accountancy agency on the third floor, well above his own level; and a young girl with a dress seemingly made out of candy wrappers. She smiled at the girl, but the girl only started past her, lost in thought.

When the elevator bell chimed again, and more people made their way into the overcrowded box, she noticed he was gone.

The shiver returned, like a pinprick in her neck. He was gone - so how could it be she still sensed him?

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11 February 2013 @ 01:21 pm
The second lesson at JustBento was about content. We had to make a picture of our plate, and then try to stuff it in a box. Because I've been bento'ing for half a year already, I switched it around.

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talking rock'n'roll: busybusy
karaoke soul: Bones Season 8 Episode 8
08 February 2013 @ 09:17 pm
Although I've been bentoing since the end of June 2012, I'm still going to follow Maki's course on JustBento.

The first lesson is about what foods you can use, and we had to list our favourite bentoable foodstuffs. I just noticed I forgot to add dragonfruit to the list! And nuts!

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karaoke soul: QI XL Series 10 Episode 12 - Justice
29 December 2012 @ 04:16 pm

The Counsellor
Les Miserables
The Wolf of Wall Street
Saving Mr. Banks
Cloud Atlas
The Great Gatsby
Jiro Dreams Of Sushi

A Liar's Autobiography - The Untrue Story Of Monty Python's Graham Chapman
Song For Marion
The Odd Life of Timothy Green
Last Days On Mars
Dark Skie

Hyde Park On Hudson
To the Wonder
Side Effects
Promised Land
Broken City
Movie 43
The Alan Partridge Movie
The Heat
Identity Thief
Last Vegas
Warm Bodies
Romeo and Juliet
Despicable Me 2
Monsters University
Oz The Great and Powerful
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For
Star Trek Into Darkness
World War Z
This Is The End
After Earth
Ender’s Game
John Dies At the End
Pacific Rim

talking rock'n'roll: curiouscurious
karaoke soul: Bloc Party - Banquet (Live @ Jools Holland)
11 November 2012 @ 11:13 am
I was watching the latest episode of my favourite informative quiz show QI, and at 07:55 I'm suddenly informed of the fact that the Portuguese Man 'o War is not actually an animal, but rather a conglomorate of animals called a cnidaria. It consists of thousands of little animals called zooids, who live and work together in such a closenit way that they seem to form one animal.

04 September 2012 @ 08:03 pm
Or, to be more precise: The Rise and Death and GG Allin.

Quite fascinating, I have to say.
29 July 2012 @ 07:12 pm
talking rock'n'roll: nerdynerdy

Khuzdul, definitely. Do I really need to explain this one?

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28 July 2012 @ 05:02 pm

Required items:

- toiletpaper

- a map of the town I'm in

- Dafalgan Codeïne (which are prescription in most parts of the world, so whomever is saddled with this job, will have to run to some creepy corners to barter it off someone shady)

- really big, really fluffy and warm and freshly washed and dried and warm and fluffy and huge towels

- a local pastry (not a local delicacies, because I won't want to be stuck with rotten eggs, or rotten tinned fish, or - worst of all - rotten whole bird) (Seriously: a whole bloody bird? Who invents these things?)

- a comfy chair to lounge in

Also, if it were like a trailer, I'd like one with windows that can actually open properly, to the outside. Not those creepy things you can only tilt a couple of inches or the sliding versions a badger couldn't dig its way through.

Did I mention the towels?

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