| It's Weird Movies Week, apparently. |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|02:55 pm] |
On Saturday evening, I saw Men Who Stare At Owls The Fourth Kind. It wasn't spectacular, but it didn't completely suck, either. In fact, I think it's curiously effective in making you second-guess your perception of the story even though you know that the "true" framework on which it claims to be based is equally as fabricated as the "dramatization."
Yesterday, on DVD: What the Bleep Do We Know? Dodgy Quantum Physics, annoying animation, and actually very good explanation of how the human brain works with respect to addictions and emotions. Also, it's not often that you see a deaf protagonist! Overall, this one's odd. |
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| This is incredibly awesome: |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:26 pm] |
Purple Patch Small Press Best-Of Lists 2009
If you scroll down to Best Anthologies of 2009, you'll see one called The Exhibitionists from Stairwell Books. It was published by my colleages, Rose and Alan, as an anthology of those of us who read regularly at the Exhibition Hotel event in York (Spoken Word, not to be confused with the one of which I'm co-host, which is Speakers' Corner at the Yorkshire Terrier). A lovely little honor for us all! |
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| Poetry Sale & Flat-Finding News |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|05:39 pm] |
I've sold my creepy fairytale-centric ghazal, "What They Know," to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) time_shark's guest-edited issue of Goblin Fruit. I am especially pleased about this, as the whole swap venture is awesome!
We've found a flat in Leeds. Or, rather, we've applied for one we saw today! Here's hoping we get it. I think it's perfect. |
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| House Hunting |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|11:09 am] |
(Well, flat hunting. But it doesn't alliterate as nicely.)
We're off within the next half an hour or so to Leeds for the purpose of looking at four potential flats. I haven't really discussed this here on LJ, but what's happening is, our lease here in York is up on 17 January, and our flatmate, elrice79, will be staying on in this house by herself. James and I spent a few weeks looking at flat listings in York, but to no avail: there's nothing in our price range. However, Leeds, which is where James works, is a different story: there are plenty of flats in our price range, many of them literally within sight of where he works. And given he's shelling out almost a couple of hundred quid for commuting costs per month...
Yeah. I'll keep you all posted. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
Date tomorrow. Wicked nervous.
Got my hair done.
Bought some cute clothes.
Done training in Framingham.
Not closing for Black Friday.
Rock on, let's do this. |
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| 070✯That CFUD-y Questions Meme |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|11:56 am] |
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QUESTIONS MEEEEME! Comment to this entry with 'GET OUT OF BED ALREADY, LAZY ASS' and I'll ask you five questions, then you make a post answering them with this bit over them or a phrase of your choice.
I'll keep adding people's questions here as I get more.
ETA: Added synergic's questions!
( QUESTIONSSSS ) |
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| I think I just found my perfect BPAL scent. |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|05:57 pm] |
Under the Harvest Moon from the Summer's End 2009 series is just breathtaking! Normally, rose and vanilla don't play nicely on me, but I think the blue and white musks act as miraculous mediators... |
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| When poetry goes bad? |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|12:03 pm] |
I just discovered a mold colony growing on the upper spine of my first-edition, hardcover, cloth-bound copy of Carol Ann Duffy's Rapture. Either the little buggers were enjoying it, or had decided consumption was the best way to express their displeasure.
I don't think it's as good as the rest of her work, so maybe they were agreeing. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|12:21 am] |
So I can get dental and vision insurance from work for approximately $7.60 a week. I may even switch over to their health insurance because Harvard Pilgrim charges me $278 a month and Price Chopper's is $160. I don't know, I have to talk to HR about it, figure out how good the insurance is and shit. But that's cool. Also my car insurance went down $70 fucking bucks. Cool.
I'm itching for a new tattoo, but I need to stop spending all of my money. I'm not making shit because Lavazza cut me to three days a week totaling 12 hours of work. Bullshit. And I've been shopping so much lately. it's bad, I'm going broke. I've got to get my shit together.
I'm in a good mood. :) But I do wish this cough would go away. My father makes a point of it to get up and knock on my door whenever I have a coughing fit and say "why don't you smoke another cigarette?" And it's bad because it's true, since I've been sick I've been smoking like a pack every 20 hours. I'm a chain smoker. ew. |
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| 069✯Tot is my favourite |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
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oh god of course this is post #69
GRATUITOUS ICON POST, BITCHES
because thesaurus.com is magical and so is ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) totling
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| Long time no exist. |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|07:53 pm] |
Wow, it's been a while. Things are going well. I graduate in a month, which is pretty darn exciting. I'm starting to look into applying for jobs. I want to do graphic- or web-design. We'll see how things go. I also recently started dating a good friend of mine, which is fun. That's about all I have to report. Life is good. So good.
And how are you? |
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| Tonight's event at Lumen was, I'd say, quite a success. |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|01:04 am] |
There were almost 30 people in the audience - one of whom was, much to my delight, concernedlily! Camilla and Paul, the other two Flipped Eye poets I read with, were delightful. I'm convinced more and more that our editor, Nii, has the best taste around.
highlyeccentric, your postcards arrived while I was out! If you want it to count as fan-mail, I certainly won't object. It's gorgeous fan-mail, for starters, and it's going on my bulletin board.
I sold a copy of Devil's Road Down, gave one away, and traded one for a copy of Camilla's book. Also, I took along one of my two remaining copies of Mythic Delirium #20, from which I read "Journeying" as my closing. A gentleman in the audience liked it so much that I consented to sell him the magazine. Then, no fewer than two other people came up and asked to buy the magazine containing my final poem. Screw my collections and everything else; I'm going to be remembered for a single piece of work that was published in a quirky American poetry magazine. Credit where credit is due: time_shark. |
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| 068✯somethingsomething CATCHY LYRICS somethingsomething |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
ANON MEME
As people on twitter may have noticed, I've sort of become smitten with mash-ups recently. Which is sort of unfortunate for my taste in music, as most of the really good ones are obnoxious pop songs. Have downloaded software to attempt to make my own, but sort of suck and have no idea what to do. Instead, I think I'll work on an 8tracks mix of my favourite mash-ups.
Also, I need music recs again. I find myself skipping half of the songs on my iPod lately, and that's sad.
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| TXTMSG MEME |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|06:58 pm] |
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via flauta_de_pollo
1. Pick up your cell phone.
2. Browse through your inbox.
3. Count to 10, stop, read the first sentence of your sent message and write it down.
4. Repeat this on every question. (No cheating!)
...yeah okay i just hit the down button in my inbox a bunch of times while i slowly counted to ten, and used whatever message i landed on, otherwise I would've had the same one every time.
1. What would you say if your partner cheated on you? Indeed.
2. What would you like to tell to your best friend? ...good job
3. What would you say if you won one million dollars? Shocked but well at the time.
4. What would you like to tell God? Welcome to Chase Mobile msging!
5. What do you want to hear most of all? I told all of twitter
6. Your favorite pick-up line? [picture of a piece of chicken that looks like a dong]
7. What would you say if someone robbed you? Thanks, I don't mind
8. What would you tell the one you love? Meh, not a big deal |
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| Writer's Block: Just another manic Monday |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|09:25 pm] |
Really, who would look forward to going back to work? Don't get me wrong I'm sure there's people out there who love their jobs (heck, even I like my job a good deal), but really most people are probably looking forward to the weekends. |
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| On Skincare |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|09:44 pm] |
What got me thinking about this, believe it or not, was the University of York immigration officer who went through my visa-renewal paperwork this past week. As it turns out, our applications were fine except for our photographs. When she told me that if she were to submit them with the photos we'd included, they'd be rejected.
"You're joking," I said. "Why?"
She grimaced. "You're both smiling too much. Believe me, you want to look miserable. As miserable as this lady right here on the guidance sheet!"
Apparently, the Home Office has been rejecting loads of visa renewal applications lately on the grounds that people are smiling too much in their photos, even in cases where the supposed "smile" is little more than a natural or involuntary quirk of the mouth. So, before the applications are submitted in earnest about a week from now, James and I had to go to the photo booth at the train station and get new photos taken. Ones where we're totally deadpan, neutral, and look sort of pissed off. Well, I was.
But the second thing I thought looking at the photos was, wow, I'm gray-pale right now. Sure, I may be generally lucky and not suffer frequent break-outs or spots, but damn, my skin looks dead and dull. Either that or it was the awful lighting. But I swear to you, in those old photos where I was smiling too much? My skin looked healthy. I had something resembling color. Ph.D. stress is apparently bad for the complexion.
By most people's standards, though, I've been told I'm obsessive. It bothers me if I can't wash my face both morning and night, and it's absolutely got to be with a proper facial care product that I know works well with my skin (something from LUSH or Simple is usually on hand). Beyond that, though, I don't use toner and I'm bad about remembering moisturizer. I've been astonished lately to notice some very fine lines forming on my forehead. Not something I obsess over on the basis of looks, but on the grounds of, huh, maybe I do abuse my skin a bit by skipping out on the other steps.
I've only had a few spa facials in my lifetime. In fact, I think I've only had two. The first one was really posh, back in the summer of 2001. I was visiting a friend in Texas, and she took me here. I mean, the facials we got were the expensive ones, and I have to admit, the results were astonishing. My skin looked fantastic for at least 2-3 weeks afterward. The second facial I had was very early this year in York, in the back room of the not-so-posh salon that's in the department store I was working for until February. What can I say: they were giving me a generous discount. It wasn't so much a facial as somebody else doing for me what I could easily have done at home with cleanser and an exfoliator, plus an upper-body massage. It was relaxing, but the result was not revolutionary.
I admit, I'd love to relive the experience I had in Austin. While babysitting last night, I chanced upon the most recent issue of Vogue, in which there's an article by a member of staff that they'd sent to get, I swear, about five or six different fancy facials at places around London. I admit that a few of them sound positively amazing, and actually not so unaffordable as long as one is earning money.
Would you pay £85 for 90 minutes wherein your pores actually get sucked clean by a little vaccuum thingie? It sounds kind of freakishly awesome. Plus all the other cleansing stuff they do after that, plus a massage. Oh, Ms. Immigration Officer, what have you done? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:20 am] |
So it's really done, this time. Funny thing is...I initiated it this time. And I think it's going to stick.
And I feel like shit.
And like no one will ever and could ever love me.
The end. Tonight. |
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