quoted: "i don't think there's anything i can't drink" -dottie
i felt like i had stretched my josh ritter station on pandora.
so i added tracy chapman as a seed. some of the things it's added have been great. others
less so, but i feel like i'm appreciating pandora's functionality in new ways. and liking
it more and more.
pandora has developed a facebook gadget, btw. you can read about it here.
ok. quitting time. sorry i'm boring. the burn from my pancake run on sunday has started to
peel off, and there's pink oozy skin underneath. it's pretty cool.
quoted: "any sport where you piss yourself is not for me" -dottie, on triathlons
first things first: my sister becky starts medical school today. or, um, orientation for
medical school. but still. well done, sister, on organizing your beginning-of-term drinks.
she's started a new blog called adventures
and scars, which is shaping up to be daily reading for me. much like my little bro's
blog. gosh it's nice to stalk one's siblings.
in other news, i'm going to the north face store this afternoon to meet this
guy as a favor to brandon. you all should know how i feel about running by now,
so that's all i'll say about that.
went for a beer with mikes and his friend elan last night at the old red lion.
brilliant. and not at all drunken. just a few beers. this smoke free pubs thing
is the best.
quoted: "where are we going now?" -pete. i'm going to be sick." -dottie
what a weekend. the first weekend of summer. exquisite. and so depressing that it's taken
until august to have one. the days are getting depressingly short. sigh. but the weekend
was amazing, so we'll set all that aside for now.
on friday andrew and i headed down to clapham, where we met dots & pops for some dinner
and cocktails. but all were quite exhausted, so we made an early night of it. saturday morning
included the obligatory laundry and gym, which were followed by a trip to the hampstead
bathing ponds with mike. i love swimming. love. swimming. it's on my top 4 list of non-people
loves of my life: swimming, pancakes, and ice cream sandwiches.
speaking of pancakes, actually, i made some for breakfast on sunday, and managed to
get a nasty burn on my right index finger. it hurt all day, and it looks pretty gross
now, but it hasn't blistered. so i win? maybe?
back to saturday: after swimming, we went to meet roisin for a LOVELY dinner at clem's.
none of you will believe me when i tell you that the eggplant she made was one of the
best things i've ever eaten. i KNOW. dinner managed to run from 7.30 to midnight, at which
point andrew and i headed to the pimms party at ryan's flat in mayfair. that was very good
sunday was triathlon and royal china. it was great to see roisin (as always), but it's
weird to think i won't see her for 9 months now. SIGH.
making my first ever trip to brixton tonight to eat mexican food and go to a concert. hopefully
won't get stabbed or mugged. or both. will report tomorrow.
quoted: "touch it like you're straight, motherf---er" -ellis at the wandon party
i think i may have stumbled across the source of my writer's block: my life is boring.
i go to work, where i mostly deal with things i can't write about publicly. then i go to the
gym, the details of which i won't bore you with. then i eat something (last night: wagamama,
even though i give them a 5/10), and then i do some reading slash watch some sort of
bit-torrented television show. and then i go to bed. none of this offers particular
interest or wisdom. which is pretty sad.
that said, i'm not in a rut. i'm pretty darn excited for this weekend, for example.
i'm going to try to trick some folks into going to to the bar at the roof garden of
the trafalgar hotel. we'll see how that works out. tomorrow i have grand plans on the
swimming ponds at hampstead heath with andrew and carl and maybe mikes. and then
ryan is having a pimms houseparty at his flat in mayfair. so that's that. plus,
roisin is in town for a triathlon. hurrah!
quoted: "i did not say that about bullimia. i was talking about rape." -james r
we had a bbq for tech journalists at work yesterday evening. the weather held (against
all probability, considering its propensities in the past two months). perhaps summer
will actually make an appearance this month after all. i'm not holding my breath. in
any case, it turns out that having 3 or 4 beers makes it a lot easier to stay late at
work. go figure.
robin came around for dinner at the flat after he and andrew went to the gym. they were
clearly on the lash, and hilarity ensued at 4 am, after they'd been to cheapskates. i won't
give away the whole story, but it involved slipping on wet concrete and passing out mid-SMS.
so there you go. school night drinking IS a good idea...or not.
i went to the gym this morning, where i had my most satisfying swim yet. normally, if
i don't make it to the gym right when it opens, because otherwise the pool gets too crowded.
and i hate sharing a lane with some jerk who swims a bad breaststroke that takes up the whole
lane. a lot. so today i just got in the fast lane and front crawled to my heart's content.
and all the slow people in the fast lane changed lanes. as they should do. and i had a great
swim. except cleaning my ears out turned the towel green, which makes me suspect that
i might be made of copper.
there's not all that much more going on. i had grapes for breakfast today. and
if that's not the most useless information on the interweb, it's got to be close.
quoted: "it's like pussy bat wings" -fulham broadway.
don't ask. i have no more idea what that means than you do. and i was there.
we can all agree that the past few months haven't been the most consistent or profound
in the history of my daily updates. i wish it weren't all my fault. in the end, it is.
summer finally seems to have begun here. i know i should be grateful that the rains
have stopped and the floods that plagued this island have subsided. mostly, though,
i feel as if we've been cheated out of 6 or 8 weeks of summer. people are talking
about climate change and all that. i'm not saying i don't believe that, but i'm
reading a book right now called the worst hard time, about the dust bowl on
the great plains in the 1930s.
as an historian, i have some weird hangups about
creative nonfiction. or historical reportage. or whatever this genre is called. but
it's pretty clear that extreme weather conditions aren't restricted to the recent
past. it's also clear that we've had some screwed up ideas about our place vis-a-vis
the earth. do we still? perhaps. but i hope not. i hope, if nothing else, we realise
that even if we can mitigate some of nature's extremes--we can protect ourselves
from acute floods or droughts--we are powerless to fight nature in the longer term.
being an "adult" (as i'm told i am these days) has given me a much deeper appreciation
for my parents. yeah yeah. we've all heard this before. but i'm serious. andrew and i have
enough trouble cooking and eating at home every night, let alone keeping the flat
as clean as i'd like it. add in gardening, dogs, the junior league, and (ack!) carpools
for all the kids' after school activities, and i'm amazed that my parents managed it all.
which is to say that i'm going to find a cleaner for my flat. because, well, at this
point in my life, i think it will keep me sane.