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Thursday, March 29, 2007

guido on newsnight was crap.

Monday, March 26, 2007

i am gently enjoying tonight's dispactes about cameroon , but i am moved to blog in fury. hitchens is both a bore, an ideologue and fat. he has a horrible voice. he has a ditracting, affected cadence. he should be sacked. i wish "the hitch" would get back to his old game.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

well i do feel a bit better than i did on thursday night, even though they put back the blasted clock. very behind on study though. i am thinking that perhaps i should go and study at RAND so i would have a time to think. it would mean doing GMAT or somthing equally pointless. i could start eating tinned fruit, but it didnt help matt when he entertained thoughs of a higher education and i doubt it will help me.

can someone please explain this to me? do i really have to pay for a catalogue? seems a bit of an antiquated idea. also anyone with fishing rights to salmon rivers would be very welcome to get in touch.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

i am beginning to wonder how bad it can get. from memory of troubles past, probably a lot worse but i cant see how yet. when i get to the minor place i think i am going to dust myself down and go to maui or some other corner which collects the dust and hair which one finds when one vaccums, if one vaccums. the only thing i knew how to do, etc..

Saturday, March 17, 2007

the outlook is bleak: i feel that this year threatens to track off down the same dire path as 2006. maybe it is just that i am again at the stage of sitting timed papers, maybe it is simply the rememberence of springs past or perhaps it is plain vanilla fear. anyway, i had better to cheer up soon is all i can say. two things which have brightened up my life slightly in the last 24 hours: magnolias in kennington and the legendary efes kebab. maybe i will get to go to the aki kaurismaki film tomorrow and all will be well when i get out. but i doubt it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

i have been sporadically watching party animials and is rather good, especially as one of the characters is quite fit. i will leave it to you, reader, to guess which character. in other news it has been another day, another dollar, another mundane morning at the books for the last week.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

hullo, my name is dan and i have a bit of a hangover this morning. do you like wiskey? i do, hence the hangover. i also have a classic pair of hangover legs, although to be honest i think my hangover legs are more likely to be caused by the walk back from brick lane than by the highland park. ho hum. i quite fancy a kebab for breakfast, but the kebab place is miles away. even further than brick lane. i think i am going to go and watch a movie today and then study tomorrow. in case you were wondering. i am also sporting some brulean stubble from my non-shaving for the tutorial of thruday/friday.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

along with monocle, how to spend it and the occasional issue of the london review of books, a publication which i now view as compulsory for the well informed is sigma, and the latest offering will be of wider interest than most. more study is the order of the day in the near term, but it provides some respite from other tasks at hand. i need to find a tooth doctor. very unlikely to come to pass, but as with so much else the more buzz i generate for myself the fewer corners need to be turned before i find sucess whistling and tapping it's toe.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

two themes for the weekend so far: france (renoir, confit lust, sodom and gamorrah) and psychoanalysis (mike brearly radio program, persona). persona is certainly an interesting film: bergman is clearly a bit unhinged, but bibi anderson, liv ullman and sven nykvist are all on barn storming form. the renoir show is just great, i did not realise that i liked his paintings so much. perhaps i didn't untill i read about elstir and hawthorn blossom and so on.

Friday, March 02, 2007

flashback/daydream from this afternoon:

hot, bright day full of wearysome nerves at the dog-end of a mammoth exam season. everyone has gone on holdiday, but i have some unfinished business with differential equations and so forth. it all goes by in a flash and i am outside eating sushi and sucking on a beer. then up to london, more beer and heading west so i am out of my depth. it takes me ages to find the albert hall. in we go, find the seats, see john shuttleworth doing the warm up act (but dont listen as i am yet to realise his gift - the folly of youth). then belle and sebastian take the stage and there are hundreds of them up there. the girl is wearing a dylan poster dress just like the movie of woodstock. lights down, surely ther will be an encore. lights up. "working the village shop, putting a poster up.......". streets smell like heat as we walk home (or rather to someone else's home).

ive got to get back to that feeling of freedom, but i doubt i will manage it. maybe one day. as authur seaton says dont let the bastards grind you down.