thom yorke – hearing damage

enjoyed new moon here and there. and i’m not talking about the vampire thing. not into that.

some scenes worked for me. most of them were still pathetic and exaggerated. but then again, i’m not the regular audience for this kind.

then, in the middle of movie. ”that’s radiohead! that must be radiohead!’.

it was. it was thom yorke.

Pure Evil

from the bouquet.

went to a spanish restaurant on wednesday to celebrate my birthday. cozy, not classy. the friend who suggested the place ordered. for drink, she said sangria. not sure if i wrote it correctly. wine+ice+fruits. it’s nice and refreshing, but it’s no more than a sweet juice. so i ordered for myself wine. red wine. i believe something in the lines of ‘the blood of the toreador’.  don’t remember, but decent wine, not like the ‘juice’.

the food was nothing special, even though traditional. and, like in other places i have been with this friend, places famous around mid-class persons, the food is overcooked and presented in a negligent manner.

gifts to add my my collection: a jewelry box and a hand-made, silver bracelet.

THE caturday

things happen to me. gifts happen to me. left work at lunchtime, cat napped, afternoon coffee then here i go in the park. collected one of the gifts from the mailbox, a photography  book and a rusty-autumn leaf from my sister. the bracelet was, sadly, broken on the way. took photos and spent time alone. the park is a forest park.completely alone enjoying spring wether.

fun at work (received way too many good wishes), as people were posting bets on my age. i won.

then there are these 2 guys that i believe are gay but don’t tell. and it was really amazing how they came together (they always stick together, quite a lovely image i must say, as they do resemble that sort of couple that are very intimate and only interact with the outside world out of pure necessity; well off only one with each other) and, not like the other people who shake hands, kissed me the way girls do. on the cheeks. and i choke (no, not of disgust, cause there is nothing like that), but because i could not stop my laughter. i mean, they are not out of the closet, as the say goes, but i feel they are on that side with each of their moves.

other memorable gifts: a pentax camera bag. iiiihhhmmmmhhhh. lovely. and i don’t fancy camera bags (this is why i never bought one). but this one is quite the one i want.

a voucher from my dear friend, with a string attached: use it in the snowboard store. oh, of course i will. i will!

adopted the toy in the image (found in the park). i must look quite crazy with my camera at grass level, searching for subjects.

flowers. a white bouquet called ‘purity’. yeah right. ‘pure evil’, better.

should listen to russian red

Now tell me what it is, it isnt fair
cause Im wasting time, but it isnt my heart
it isnt my fault.
And every situation understands, well
The anecdote of chasing the location to your door,
Yeah yeah? da da?

cause Im wasting time, now Im wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked.
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da?

And he was sitting by the swimming pool
But he was scared, cause it wasnt his time, it wasnt his chance.
Getting olders not been on my plans
But its never late, its never late enough for me to stay, da da?

cause Im wasting time, now Im wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked.
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da?

suddenly, a flash of light

a phrase, or should i say an exclamation keeps coming back to mind every time a trigger actions it. it’s dark funny, acquired from an episode of two and a half men and remarkably reprsentative for the lack of inspiration that seem to be symptomatic for an entire generation of young writers / screen play creators.

there is this young, boring fellow who decides that he wants to break through as an artist in the movie industry. how he aims to reach his goal? by writing a play.

he starts the play many times, seems to set distinctive places and intrigues, with enthusiasm, in a pompous, but rather pathetic style. after the atmosphere has been briefly introduced, inevitably the following phrase follows with the mimic of an epiphany:

’suddenly, a flash of light … ‘

all the plays seem to mold into superman.

all i need is a lightning (every few minutes today) or just a vague resemblance of the word: sudden.

in the wineyard

a new favorite: merlot.

striking similar to a village wine from the country side. my country side, not the adopting country side.

i’m in love with it. and slightly drunk.

the drawbacks of modern life

but not modern enough: cables.

internet cable, mouse cable, 5+1 cables, printer cable.

i know wireless was invented.