bermudian abroad

"Oh my love! We are all so full of interior portraits, so full of unlived landscapes." -Elena Poniatowska

jugs-and replied to your post:Aminals!
you forgot this one: ゴジラ →Gojira

RAWR!

Aminals!

かば→hippo
くま→bear
いぬ→犬→dog
ねこ→猫→cat
さかな→fish
いか→squid

A pretty pathetic zoo at the moment. Squid was the first animal word I learned, quickly followed by hippo. You know, for practical reasons.

The Boy and I have put in offers for three different flats and got beaten to the punch by others willing to pay premium for a shoebox space. We’ve been asked to go to the latest flat to meet the landlord so he can make ‘the final decision’. A little nerve wracking. I feel I ought to have a routine planned; tell him what my hopes and dreams are and if elected to live in his property, how I’ll go about making it a better place.

I should have developed a talent for juggling.

Am I awful for saying the way people talk to young children bugs me? I’m okay with being silly and repeating things ad nauseum; I’m totally cool with goofy noises, but why do people’s voices go up an octave? It seems to be the preserve of talking to children and pets and it really grates. I feel like an asshole, but I find myself making a point of talking to the Boy’s nephew…. normally.
If anything, I’ve been making my voice deeper and my sentences more complex.

Only a matter of time before I start greeting the poor kid with a formal handshake.

There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.

"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.

It’s Frustratingly Rare to Find a Novel About Women That’s Not About Love - Kelsey McKinney - The Atlantic (via davidlynchshair)

(Source: oditor, via stafeminists)

Sea crud and a damaged tree. We got off lightly. Lost two coconut trees, one of which was my favourite*, but the cedar I used as my climbing-tree/reading-tree survived by the look of it.

*here’s a story. During the last BIG hurricane, we had some guys over to repair the roof and one man wanted to know if he could have some our coconuts- it was a twenty foot tree, so my dad said if he could get to the coconuts, he was welcome to them. The guy climbed up there without too much hassle, but it was the reaction of my cat that I remember best. His little cat mind was totally blown. His fur fluffed up and he was utterly spell bound by the sight of this man climbing the tree. Just stared at him with great intensity for ten minutes or so. And spent the next few days inspecting the trunk and looking up as though he expected the guy to still be up there.

Seascape with bouy
Joseph Mallord William Turner
c. 1840

Seascape with bouy
Joseph Mallord William Turner
c. 1840

Gonzalo is actually enormous. Bermuda is going to be in for a rough one. We lost a tree in Fay earlier this week and that was just a tropical storm. Gonzalo is a category 4 which means big surge. I won’t be surprised if we lost some coastline. I REALLY hope we don’t, but it’s a realistic possibility.
Luckily our house is fairly sheltered, but thhinking back to the last ‘Big One’, Fabian, in 2003, was a direct hit cat 3 and we lost our roof.

So yeah.

I’m officially worried.

Another morning in someone else’s flat. Same one as the night before, but along with the view, I’m coveting this Kraken plate. 
  I wants it.

Another morning in someone else’s flat. Same one as the night before, but along with the view, I’m coveting this Kraken plate.
I wants it.

everydayhybridity:

Occupy Art. These photos come from @penguinesix and document some of the art that has been produced and posted at protest sites.

jugs-and said: We had this exact clock in my house growing up. Everything in German and everything. What on earth. :3

Yeah, it was an awesome clock. I was staying in a friend’s boyfriend’s friend’s (just had to write that out) flat. He is German and everything was very minimalist, architectural drawings on the wall, and then this slightly wacky clock. Wacky in an educational Teutonic way.
He also had framed dried flower pressings, like from The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and I had a seriously dumb moment asking if they were actual props from the film….

They weren’t.

London Calling

Another recommendation from the Polyglot- I can’t believe I’m 27 and yet have never listened to the Clash before. That one somehow escaped me. Of course I’ve heard songs by them, but never a full album and not the album they are best known for.

I wasn’t expecting such a variety of sound; rather than just straight up punk, London Calling has elements of ska, reggae, pop…nor was I expecting it to be such a long album, or relatively young. In my head it came out in the early ’70s, not 1979.

This just goes to show how ignorant I am when it comes to music, and how my own tastes have evolved over the years. I probably would have enjoyed this album more if I had come across it as a teenager- a cliche no doubt, but this didn’t manage to hold my interest; rather than actively listening out for what would come next, it melded into the background. There weren’t any songs which stood out for me, or that I found myself hitting repeat for.

Guess this makes me an official old person.

Waking up in other people’s flats III. 
  This time, North London. No curtains here so I was able to catch all of this sunrise.

Waking up in other people’s flats III.
This time, North London. No curtains here so I was able to catch all of this sunrise.

:/ 
  My dad flew back from France today- our tenants have left the island and he’s going to batten down hatches as it were. I can’t remember the name of the last hurricane I was in, but I remember we got a day off school. I still had to do my homework by candle light. Must have been at least ten years ago though. I’ve missed some big ones. Hopefully it will decrease in strength as it draws near.

:/
My dad flew back from France today- our tenants have left the island and he’s going to batten down hatches as it were. I can’t remember the name of the last hurricane I was in, but I remember we got a day off school. I still had to do my homework by candle light. Must have been at least ten years ago though. I’ve missed some big ones. Hopefully it will decrease in strength as it draws near.

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