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I love subtle worlds...*
Oct. 11th, 2007 04:48 pm...wightless and kind, / like soap bubbles.*
I've been trying to study statistics, really, I have. I awoke from the sleep of the dead** round 10, after a thoroughly unproductive evening yesterday. Honestly, I didn't even procrastinate well. After making those sorry icons - the sushi-one being the only one of which I am proud - I lazed about on YouTube. I watched a few Placebo music videos and a few John Simm clips*** (which later resurfaced in hazy dream-conscious, which, considering the clips, was wonderful).
Today, after sticking my printouts into a binder (with two**** hoops, 'cause this is Europe, yo) and reveling in the glow of achievement that brought on, I've been typing out clean versions of my notes.
That and listening to music on YouTube. I went through a Blackmoores Night stretch, with the gorgeous song and fanvid Wish You Were Here:
Have now discovered The Bard of Cornwall. A niceredhead ginger bloke who sings in his kitchen and has a beautiful old-style voice just perfect for traditional Celtic ballads and similar. Watch Four Green Fields:
Oh, yes, there've been tears too.
Also, just for the hell of it, my favorite Spanish poem (not that I'm well-versed in Spanish poetry in general) Cantares (aka. Caminante no hay camino) by Antonio Machado (i.e. "Perhaps his most famous work [...] from "Proverbios y cantares XXIX" in Campos de Castilla.", Wiki). I've known it forever as Joan Manuel Serrat put it to music (and here's the live version of my childhood), and could probably recite most of it. ( Translated below )
* Cantares, Antonio Machado (translated by me)
** You know the kind, where the mere idea of consciousness makes you sink deeper into the mattress, haggard and limp, thinking you could happily never wake again.
*** Sex Traffic Clip 1, Part 1, Clip 1, Part 2, Human Traffic Clip 1: Go, Jip, go!, Clip 2: Mr Floppy, Lakes Clip 2, Clip 3, Miranda Clip 1: Simm sings strange lyrics
**** Two's the normal number in Europe, except for some wierd Dutch binders which have, like, a gazillion. I can't help imagining the horrible and bloody consequenes of catching your finger in that bear trap.
I've been trying to study statistics, really, I have. I awoke from the sleep of the dead** round 10, after a thoroughly unproductive evening yesterday. Honestly, I didn't even procrastinate well. After making those sorry icons - the sushi-one being the only one of which I am proud - I lazed about on YouTube. I watched a few Placebo music videos and a few John Simm clips*** (which later resurfaced in hazy dream-conscious, which, considering the clips, was wonderful).
Today, after sticking my printouts into a binder (with two**** hoops, 'cause this is Europe, yo) and reveling in the glow of achievement that brought on, I've been typing out clean versions of my notes.
That and listening to music on YouTube. I went through a Blackmoores Night stretch, with the gorgeous song and fanvid Wish You Were Here:
Have now discovered The Bard of Cornwall. A nice
Oh, yes, there've been tears too.
Also, just for the hell of it, my favorite Spanish poem (not that I'm well-versed in Spanish poetry in general) Cantares (aka. Caminante no hay camino) by Antonio Machado (i.e. "Perhaps his most famous work [...] from "Proverbios y cantares XXIX" in Campos de Castilla.", Wiki). I've known it forever as Joan Manuel Serrat put it to music (and here's the live version of my childhood), and could probably recite most of it. ( Translated below )
* Cantares, Antonio Machado (translated by me)
** You know the kind, where the mere idea of consciousness makes you sink deeper into the mattress, haggard and limp, thinking you could happily never wake again.
*** Sex Traffic Clip 1, Part 1, Clip 1, Part 2, Human Traffic Clip 1: Go, Jip, go!, Clip 2: Mr Floppy, Lakes Clip 2, Clip 3, Miranda Clip 1: Simm sings strange lyrics
**** Two's the normal number in Europe, except for some wierd Dutch binders which have, like, a gazillion. I can't help imagining the horrible and bloody consequenes of catching your finger in that bear trap.
