Drawing Hands- M.C. Escher
Drawing Hands- M.C. Escher
I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN
Heading into an internet blackout for the next month. Tumblr is too filled with SEX and VIOLENCE to escape the security firewalls this school has set up.
Enjoy all the SEX and VIOLENCE without me.
Adios, Auf Wiedersehen and goodnight.
Here’s a depressing thought:
Since graduating in November 2009, I’ve been gainfully employed for 18 months.
18 out of 55.This summer will bring it up to 20.
30 months if you count unpaid volunteer work. But still. 20 months of pay out of a potential 55…
I’m looking at the events guide and getting excited, circling all the things I want to see and two things strike me:
1) I’ll be working there, I might get to see them for free.
2) I’ll be working there, I might be forced to see something else for free.
I acknowledge as complaints go, that’s a pretty ungrateful one. There are just so many interesting things. I started making a list and had to stop myself- too much like itemizing my potential disappointment. Once it’s on paper it’ll be jinxed; just asking for my shifts to coincide with all the events I want to go to.
You almost got me, Sod’s Law. Not this time.
Here’s a food memory from Hong Kong:
The First Flatmate and I would cook these up on Sunday mornings. We had a nice system going in our tiny kitchen, taking turns to mix and flip. Occasionally she’d add bananas to hers and I’d add honey to mine.
One morning we popped open some cava to celebrate our first paychecks which arrived just in time for our first public holiday. It was incredibly decadent and delightful.
Went for a stroll around Portobello earlier this year and came across this work in progress. A garden within a garden. It wasn’t yet spring so this painting had an aspirational feel- looking ahead to warmer weather and greener trees.
One of those songs I listened to once or twice without really listening to the lyrics. But now I appreciate how cheeky this song is. An anthem for the sexually dissatisfied.
Oh my! Miss Allen, you’re making me blush.
It’s been a mental week: busy with seeing a few people in London before leaving, the people I was staying with moved house the same day I finished my internship, big Pakistani/Egyptian wedding followed by a very long trip up to Scotland.
Last few days I’ve been catching up with TV and being lazy. Enjoying having my own space back with the Boy, enjoying being surrounded by Nature and quiet. I can indulge because the next two months are going to be hectic. I’ll be going non stop and working 6 days a week for the next 8 weeks.
I need to stock up on my sleeping in time.
Lost my “leather” jacket at some point yesterday. Somewhere between Leeds and Edinburgh. I feel really cut up about it. I know it’s silly. It doesn’t mean anything, far more important things in life etc.
The Boy has a genuine leather jacket in black. It was mighty pricey, but he looked so good in it, we each paid for half. I found mine in a sale, spur of the moment HK purchase. Synthetic leather in white. Cost all of HK$300. I liked the symmetry of his and mine- it what convinced me to buy it in the end. That and I looked great in it.
It was more than comfortable though. It felt comforting.
I just had to vent frustration- I’ve called all the rail lost property folk, filled in forms for # stations (covering all my bases). I’m resigned to the idea I’m not going to see it again, and I get the impression the Boy figures it’s time I get over it already., but I feel really bummed.
Hoping, hoping, hoping some good Samaritan finds it soon.
This is for you, B.
I’m getting some time in with editorial for my last week at the publishing house. Had some thrillers, some literary novels, some murder mysteries.
Yes, it made for slightly awkward reading- never realized how tricky fielding emails would be as a nubile pair of Swedish millionaires get down and dirty on my desk.
Heyyyyy Creepy Contract That Wants to Use My Eye Colour in Place of a Signature.
At least buy me dinner first.