Tuesday, August 22, 2006

there is no satisfying greed.

Work is going slowly, but there is a slight improvement. I'm somewhat on the right track for my dissertation (even though the 2200 words I'd written has to be scraped), I've chosen my topics for the Enlightenment and Mozart courses, and I'm actually quite keen to start working on them - woke up at half nine this morning to go to the library with Dominic! I even paid my library fines (very, VERY reluctantly), and got out three books and an opera score. (Jo was incredulous when I told her about my field-trip to the library, lol.) But Chris wants my 10,000 word dissertation in by Thursday, so really, I don't have a choice.

Anyway. I suspect the vinyl shop at Notting Hill Gate (only 5 min walk from the Caffe Nero near mine) has these invisible wraiths with Medusa hands standing at their door, ready to kidnap unsuspecting pedestrians, and silently coerce them into buying too many records which they don't really need. Either that, or they must have secretly spray the exterior of the shop with some form of highly-addictive pheromones. That must be the reason why I go there once a week to spend money on vinyls - money which I do not have! I think I've accumulated 90 vinyls in the span of a month - and counting. There's just too much good music to listen to.

But listening to these gorgeous performances on vinyls (I always make sure I don't spend more than 5quid on any record) make me incredibly happy - they really do. I've just put on Brahms on the player, and I feel like I'm at the top of the world, spinning around in dizzy circles and I can barely catch my breath. These delightful gray stars I see before my eyes! It makes me feel as if I want to practise piano NOW and never stop playing for the rest of my life.

You might not understand where I'm coming from, I'm making a distinct leap here - but imagined grief has never seemed so sweet.

Whoever said that money can't buy you happiness?

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

fuming at myself; gripe alert!
panicking.
lunch.
three unrelated photos.
quattro formaggi, cover my eyes.
do not wake me up when September ends.
vell, the point i vonted to make woz J L J L J L J.
feeling pained.
oversleeping.
one thing at a time.

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.