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| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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6:18a |
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glovelove
[ nicole_21290 ]
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12:48a |
Charles Kennedy Interview & Other Programmes
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/charles-kennedy-you-ask-the-questions-1821283.html
Would you like to host your very own chatshow called 'Chatshow Charlie' and who would you first three guests be? I thought you were very good on Have I Got News for You. Jeff Downs, Manchester Jeff, thank you. I've always thought HIGNFY is one of the most seriously good of television programmes, because it informs, educates and entertains in the spirit of the original BBC Reithian principles. I was touched, earlier this year, when it received an award for its 20th successful year, and the team asked me along to make the presentation. I'm next due to appear over the first weekend in December. I hanker after someday making a series which focuses on leadership across a spectrum of public life and have a clear view as to those with whom I'd like to discourse. But that's a thought on the back-burner at present.
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009 |
inspector_lewis
[ wdr_freak ]
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1:36p |
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| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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1:49a |
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fuvenusrs
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1:28a |
Russian Standard Vodka were very nice and shouted us hospo folk to a private screening of The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. There were promo girls with shots waiting for us at the entrance to the wee hallway of the cinema, and then there were more shots when we took our seats. It was kinda funny because when we showed up, the promo girl asked whether or not we would like a shot. I asked her whether or not that was a silly question, and had two. I would also like for the record to show that when I had my shots, no pretty girl appeared and there wasn't any artsy chase through Russia like in the ad on tv. I feel kinda gypped. I even had a third one to see if it'd happen, but no. Russian Standanrd vodka ad: Seriously, if vodka actually did that, I'd drink more of it. And possibly die of liver poisoning. The film was awesome. I quite like Terry Gilliam's work, he manages to mix the fantastic with the mundane in such a way that completely engages me, instead of making me sit and go Meh, whatever. Christopher Plummer is a wonderful cantankerous old drunk, Tom Waits is the perfect devil, and all of the incarnations of Tony are completely bang-on - Johnny Depp plays a marvellously suave gentleman, Jude Law is brilliantly ambitious, Colin Farrel makes a fantastic cad, and Heath Ledger is a lovely lost soul. Also, there's a bit where there are a band of Bobbies trying to convince Russian mobsters to join the police which I swear is straight out of The Secret Policemen's Ball. Like classic Python, it's a visually sumptuous film that goes from the sublime to the ridiculous, with a hilarious tongue-in-cheek moment where a wealthy woman insists that she should adopt Percy, who is a midget, and at that point in the film, dressed as a small African child. The living quarters of the Imaginarium are wonderful as well. There was a scene in Doctor Parnassus' room that made me wildly envious - gorgeous Turkish rugs everywhere, books lining the walls, comfy pillows everywhere, Byzantine-style hanging lamps and all sorts of visually delicious things. Do want. LOTS. To the point where I leaned over to Shaun and actually whispered "Oh my God, that's perfect!!" Also, I want an Imaginarium. I don't think I'm actually allowed one, but I still want one anyway. After the film there were meant to be cocktails at Hooch courtesy of Russian Standard, but I really wanted more Terry Gilliam films, so I wandered out to Aro Video, and after that the night had caught me, so I took the really long way home and wound up walking back through town and along the waterfront with stars in my eyes and wind in my hair and it was all just lovely. I mean, free cocktails are nice and all, but sometimes you ought to be out in the night, not cooped up indoors. They've got trees in a cage on the waterfront too, which confuses me. I'm fairly sure they're not going to escape and run amok through the city. Although that would be quite funny to watch... ( More Questions. This time, Anna asks: ) |
| Monday, November 16th, 2009 | |
sevenisajourney
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8:50a |
Season Opener
http://suncrow.com/blog/2009/11/16/season-opener/ http://suncrow.com/blog/?p=713 First, we’ve started shearing. No matter how long we’ve been doing this, it always seems to be a surprise how skinny they are under all that fluff. Especially the little ones, who are now all ears and necks and legs:
Before:
After:
One of these things is not like the others…
Plus there’s the “They grow up so fast” factor. Who’d have thought our ugly ducking:
…would turn out so pretty ?
Second, Joy has finally given us a girl ! Meet Tahoma:
  
It cracks us up, but the little girls like to play dollies with the new baby. This is Gandiva, as far as we can tell, pretending to be Tahoma’s mommy. She came up to Tahoma, sniffed her, sat down next to her, then carefully defended her from the other little girls if they got too close, just like Joy does.
 
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labellementeuse
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3:37p |
1. "I think it's a kiwi." "Don't they only live in Australia or New Zealand?" *sob*2. On "Ms." Not the magazine, the title. If I could make one single absolute change to the world, it would probably be Ms. Mrs. would be gone and Miss would be like Master - on the way out. I know that is a pretty bourgeois English-speaking problem, and obviously I could say, end poverty, hunger, violence. But I think those things are symptoms, not the disease, ad I think curing the disease is going to take more than one change. So: Ms. Here are some of the things I think about Ms. "Miss" implies this: You're a woman. You're unmarried. You probably don't have dependents and in fact might be dependent upon others. You're probably young = naive, and/or young = irresponsible, and/or young = don't need promotions/careers instead of jobs/pay raises. "Mrs." implies this: You're a heterosexual woman. You're married. You're dependent (or codependent) upon others. You also have a good chance of having dependents, who might cause you to take time off work to go pick them up from school, look after them when they're sick, etc. This means you probably shouldn't get responsibilities in case you can't fulfill them because of that, even though you are more responsible than that Miss. You're dependent so you probably don't need that pay raise. "Mr." implies this: You're a man and you're an adult. Why would you let people who know, potentially, nothing about you than your name have all that extra information about you? And these are only the most practical, boring reasons. For reasons that actually make me angry, check out a person paper on purity in language. Current Mood:  incensed |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
inspector_lewis
[ loneohone ]
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4:05p |
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nicodeimus
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7:51p |
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gramarye1971
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2:15p |
Vague notes on last week's conference.
I realise that I've completely neglected to mention anything about last weekend's Berlin Wall conference, which went very well overall with only a few minor logistical annoyances towards the end.* My vague notes: - Flu season hit the presenters very badly this year. Of the two-dozen-odd presenters, four had to cancel because of illness, including one of the presenters on my panel who I'd really hoped to hear (because his presentation was about Michael Frayn's play Democracy). Somewhat inevitable, I suppose, but depressing all the same. - They fed us well, with nice lunches for the presenters and plenty of cookies and coffee to keep us going in between panel sessions. Considering that the conference was covered entirely by grants and was free for both presenters and attendees, this was most welcome. - My own presentation went smoothly, thanks to a nice PowerPoint setup that let me show the slides of anime screencaps and manga scans that I'd pulled together. More than one person spoke to me afterwards and said that they'd enjoyed the presentation, which was wonderful but also made me sad all over again that the Master Keaton manga isn't available in English and the DVDs are increasingly difficult to find ever since Geneon went under. - The keynote speakers were split between fascinating and phoning-it-in dull, about what I've come to expect from conferences. The other presentations were interesting if a bit theory-heavy for my taste. I am very much Not A Theory Person, although since quite a few presentations were on literature I should have expected that people would be tossing Bakhtin and Durkheim around. - I picked up a few business cards and had one prof. from Vancouver ask me if I could do a bit of paid research for him in the Library of Congress at some point in 2010. Not like he'd have to twist my arm to do it, of course. ^_^ - Coming back on Tuesday, the combination of physical tiredness, typical post-con emotional exhaustion, and nagging intellectual doubts put me in a bad mental state from which it's been difficult to emerge. I could make a much longer post on that bad mental state, except that it would get so tl;dr that even I wouldn't want to read it. So all in all, a good conference that made me happy about introducing Japanese animation to a bunch of German studies people. And during the post-presentation discussion, I mentioned and described the Koizumi mah-jongg manga as an example of a manga series making topical political commentary -- which got a huge laugh from the audience. Less than a month until the next conference, so I should probably get cracking on that paper. But my apartment is a dusty mess, so tidying up and cooking meals for the week will have to come first today. * The annoyances stem from my general dislike of carrying cash. Cash, to me, is a temptation to spend because it's ready money in hand, so I almost never have more than $10 (or £10) in my wallet at any given time. This because problematic when I realised that I had to tip both the hotel staff and airport shuttle driver on the same day, and led to a frantic and embarrassing scramble for pocket change. |
| Monday, November 16th, 2009 |
clockworkflight
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7:38a |
Circle/Flist Changes
I feel like I'm being a bit of a dramallama even posting this, but, explanation! I've removed a few people from my flist/circle over the past month. I don't use DW/LJ as a reading tool to read journals of interest (I have google reader for that, and in fact read some LJs that way that I don't have friended. It's a place for me to whine about my life in excruciating detail, read other people doing the same and maintain (mostly but not exclusively real life) friendships. I don't entirely feel comfortable exposing my life, even with the use of filters, to people who have a fundamentally different purpose in mind (eg write mainly about writing or fandom - can I direct you to my writing blog) or who I knew once but frankly have limited or no interaction with these days. There is absolutely no ill feeling, just a recognition that in some cases exposing my life in this way just doesn't feel appropriate. This entry was originally posted at http://callie.dreamwidth.org/316908.html. Please comment there using OpenID. |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
gramarye1971
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1:26p |
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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6:20a |
( The Wendy-Lady asks )( Rock the Casbah! Clashfan asks: )Tonight was kinda fun. I showed up and there were children everywhere, and we'd run out of condiments, so I got to go for a wander down to the waterfront. Both Sam and I were made out of misanthropy and hangover, so we stayed behind the bar and glowered at people. Comedy was ok. The crowd was kinda small again, but I think once the word spreads the crowds will start getting bigger; it's just that there's only two weeks left, so I'm hoping that there's a whole lot more advertising being done between then and now, especially seeing as how next week it's going to be Simon McKenney, who is a) hilarious to the point of me rupturing things, b) a thoroughly nice person, and c) a complete booze-hound. Speaking of comedians, I spoke to Brendhan today about last night. He apologised, which was nice. It kinda restored my faith in people who are also personalities in the media, because the tabloids are full of tales of rude personalities with no idea of what it means to be a decent human being. Brendhan had some new material too, which was good. I have a sore throat. Woe. |
laputain
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12:00a |
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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
bellydancing
[ betnoir ]
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7:44p |
Dance Shoe Update
So I found some nice tan slip-on dance shoes with a built-in high arch (Dance Now split-sole jazz bootie). I'm a little annoyed at not being able to dance barefoot, but if it helps me be able to stay in releve for Arabic, it's worth it. I also unearthed my TheraBand and my little foot rollerball so I can exercise the foot/hamstrings while I watch TV in the evenings. Thanks to everyone for their suggstions! |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
jessikast
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11:05a |
Efficient post is efficient
- Went home sick from work on Monday with a migraine, which SUCKED. Once again had the weird symptom of losing language comprehension, which will never stop being freaky. I spent half the time at home practically crying because my head hurt, and the other half sleeping, and then the day was over and I had completely missed the chance to enjoy being home on a work day.
- Why did no one tell me how awesome Castle is?!?! I've been watching it all week! It's funny and clever and has detective stories and Captain Tightpants and all the characters are just so much win, and I wish I'd started watching it BEFORE I made my Yuletide requests. (Also true of the movie Push. Goddamnit.)
- Went into work yesterday because I had nothing better to do and a pile of papers (by "pile" I mean "two paper boxes full") that just weren't getting sorted during the week. See, I'd put them on my to-do list, but then the phone would ring! And people would ask me to do things! Like it was my JOB or something!
- But I did walk into work and back home again, which was a total distance of 13km, so I'm feeling good about that.
- Castle! That scene at the start of 2x06 - <33333
- Open home here again today - I need to get up and vacuum and putter around tidying a bit. Last Sunday I walked down to Pt Chev to do some errands, only to find that all the shops I wanted were shut on Sundays. I'm thinking today I might go to the movies instead? IDK.
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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
ethnic_fashion
[ stil_na_ja ]
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8:22p |
Портмоне "Стиляга"
Портмоне.Размер 11,5*9,Кожа лайковая(очень мягенькая) Больше фото у меня в ЖЖ  |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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8:23a |
Tonight was pants. The crowd was maybe half of what I was hoping for, and 9/10 of the half that showed up were complete douche nuggets. I would call them cunts, because that's the worst profane insult I can think of*, but they have neither the depth, sensitivity, nor the use of the aforementioned organ. There were a couple of funny bits though - one guy asked for a Jack Daniels and coke, only the coke bottles had dropped, so when I undid the coke bottle, it kinda exploded all down my rather low-cut top. Full coke money shot. All over my cleavage. It was an "Oh FUCK" moment, until I saw the guy's face, and he was staring very hard at the bar and pretending like he hadn't seen a thing, which cracked me up. He kept staring very hard at the bar as I dried myself off too. I made him blush when he came up to the bar later on and ordered a beer. I opened the bottle, grinned, and said "It's ok, I haven't shaken this one". Then there were the "Holiday Specials" girls. Two of the trashiest, most glitter-ridden, bleached-blonde trailor-park princesses ever to grace the Big City came in and asked for two Holiday Surprises. I had no fucking clue what the hell they were talking about. Apparently, where they come from, a Holiday Surprise is bartender's choice, but they wanted it PINK!! So there was vodka and Chambord and lemonade. Multiplied by three. And then the blonde one started trying to chat up James Goldsmith. I pointed at him and laughed. Sometimes, I'm a terrible person. Other times, I sleep. I saw, on my way into town, a blond haired, blue-eyed guy dressed as a Sheik, complete with kaffir, for the football game tonight. All I could think of was I give this bastard maybe half an hour before that lovely white costume is all bloody, because the Arab nation is not known for its sense of humour when people try and take the piss out of them. Bernie was an absolute darling and cheered me up no end by coming in after his shift at Happy, buying us many drinks, then dancing like a crazy thing with me, and being his general, wonderfully selectively misanthropic self. I'm playing with the idea of a Ginger Brown North Island tour, and if it comes to pass, I want Bernie to come with us - not only is he fucking good at what he does, but he's willing to learn whatever system is thrown at him, and can actually make most PA systems sound good, and he's also a pointy, angry, sweetheart. And not just because he gets me drunk either. JD also came to visit me, which I think surprised Shaun a wee bit, because in the middle of a very!serious! off-the-record conversation abut my pay scale, I suddenly burst into an exited smile, threw my hands in the air and started jumping up and down, and then JD came and picked me up off my feet and cuddled me in mid-air. Sometimes you just need to be hoiked off your feet and have the life squeezed out of you for a bit to make you realise that not everyone sucks; and JD is really good for that, because he's 6 foot 3ish, and I can hang off him like a monkey. It's kinda funny, because I think Shaun's slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the fact that I'm a wildly affectionate person, and that most of that affection comes out in physical behaviours, like nose-beeping and biting and hugs and so forth, but I don't think he quite got just how far the affection ran until he saw me get scooped up by JD and carried off over to the other side of the bar, get patted and cuddled and made much of, then have my introduce JD as "my old boss", with no hint of anything even vaguely R18* between us. I think my favourite JD moment is when I was having an epic bitchkitty of a night and I hated everything; and JD walked up, looked at me intently, then grabbed me and flipped me upside down for a few seconds, then put me back on my feet. He looked at me again and said "You needed a change of perspective", then carried on DJing. I mean, really, how the fuck do you not love that? Brendhan Lovegrove also came into the bar for a drink after I'd finished, and treated me with complete disdain, like I was a comedy groupie instead of the person that's going to be pouring his drinks. I'm not going to deal with him tomorrow, he can be either Boo or Davey's problem. This may make me sound terribly haughty and snooty and like a prima donna, but, quite frankly, I expect to be treated a little better by people that want me to not put horrible things in their drinks. Ugh. Day star. Fuck you, day star, I have malteasers. *Well, by itself. A lot of my insults are a melange of individual curses, much like the Germans making up words by pinning several smaller words together. **Or even PG. JD's and my friendship has always been G-rated, but with a lot more swearing and allusions to eachothers mums being less than honourable women than most PG movies. Mainly because JD's mum's a cheese-flavoured ho. Yeah. y'all heard me. |
laputain
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5:48a |
Que sera, sera / we're going to South Africa
Highlights from a travelling weekend: - atrocious coffee at the railway station at Tongariro National Park, served by one American and one Central European of some description (backpackers have to make a living somehow); - a righteously pissed-off train conductor threatening to put off a bevy of drunken soccer fans in Levin (a fate worse than death for anyone who knows the North Island) - chez Crazy Cat Lady / Tofulope, meeting my ex-cat Vega (was she always that hairy?!?) and her skittish but pretty little sister Turtle; - a delicious meal of tofu and pasta; - remembering one of the reasons I continue to live in Auckland, viz. the fact that apparently winter lasts all the way into November in Wellington; - remembering that, while there are many things to love about Welly's public transport, the 60-year-old trains on the Johnsonville line are too noisy to have a conversation in; - buying a white scarf and hat at Farmers Lambton Quay, and explaining to the clerk exactly where Bahrain is; - reliving my young adulthood, wandering vaguely around town with ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) mermaid all afternoon trying not to spend money; - dinner at one of the glorious Middle Eastern restaurants on Cuba Mall (staffed by Assyrians, I believe); - the kind and courteous fan who agreed to swap seats so the Mermaid lady could sit by me and have the offside rule explained to her; - lustily singing the National Anthem in Maori, since the English lyrics suck; - the fantastic cheering effort by the Yellow Fever/White Noise boys, including having the brass nads to take their shirts off with ten minutes to go, on a freezing evening in Wellington; ... and, lastly, being there, and shouting myself hoarse, the day Rory Fallon put the ball in the Bahrain net; my new boyfriend, Mark Paston, saved a penalty; and the mighty All Whites went to their second ever World Cup. I'm only just old enough to remember the last time, so I hope Brazil don't beat us 4-0 again. For the sake of my flist, I do hope we end up in the same pool as Australia, Germany and the US so we can beat you all. XD This entry was originally posted at http://vostoklake.dreamwidth.org/284708.html. Please comment there using OpenID. Current Mood:  ecstaticCurrent Music: Minuit, "Aotearoa" |
laputain
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12:00a |
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| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
inspector_lewis
[ da_snarkster ]
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9:42p |
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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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7:24p |
Apparently town is teeming with people for the Bahrain vs. NZ soccer match tonight. Our bouncers are going to get a proper workout tonight, I feel. |
| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
bellydancing
[ shimmyinshadows ]
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10:50p |
Classroom Woes
It's been 3 years since I first fell in love with belly dance, but belly dance doesn't seem to love me back! My current class might not work out so well for me after all :( I was so happy I finally found a teacher in my area after scouring any resource at my disposal, but now things are kind of in disarray. I have been taking beginner lessons in a very small class for the past 2 months and last week we got the news that our class would be integrating with the intermediate/advanced level ladies. Last night was the first night dancing all together and it was very upsetting. The class ended up being very over-crowded and geared toward the more experienced dancers. I don't want to leave because I do really love my teacher, but I'm not sure it's the right learning environment for me. Any ladies know of an good instructor in the YORK/HARRISBURG/LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA area? Current Mood:  distressed |
| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
fuvenusrs
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5:38p |
Excessive grieving creates zombies. Seriously though, I like songs that have a story in them, which I think is why I like the Decemberists, even though the singer's a douche. |
fuvenusrs
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5:49a |
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