All entries for March 2005
March 31, 2005
K and I went to see Constantine the other day. I really enjoyed it. Think Dogma, but darker. John Constantine can see things that other people can't, he's been to hell and back. Now he spends his life battling the things that normal people can't, trying to win his way into God's good books.
For me it had just the right balance between seriousness and humour (well, for a given definition of the word serious anyway) and I would certainly watch it again.
Hmmm…I'm not great at reviewing movies am I?
March 30, 2005
In the car on the way home from the shops:
Mum: What? [to me giggling]
Me: Did you just see that van?
Mum: No. What about it?
Me: It had windscreen wipers on the back.
Me: It didn't have any rear windows.
The van, a white one of course, had two big arcs of clean white paint across the back of an otherwise dirty van.
March 29, 2005
I love it when a hair cut goes well. It provides much in the way of happy vibes.
I would obviously show you all a picture of my smashing new do, but although I brought my camera home with me, I neglected to remember to bring the cable that attaches it to the computer; so photos must unfortunately wait. I know you're all desperate for photos of me, but I'm sure you'll cope. Just for a little bit longer anyway. ;)
This was the official pointless blogpost for the day.
March 28, 2005
March 25, 2005
Love at first sight. Not something I used to believe in, but you know that feeling you get when everything just clicks? A slight rush, like a natural high, but at the same time a deep feeling of calm. The knowledge that it is just right. I've definately fallen.
Yesterday I went to visit the Rollwright Stones in oxfordshire, and I fell for them as soon as I stepped through the gate. (What? You thought I was talking about a person? ;) 'Fraid I don't fall quite that easily) The Rollrights definately have an aura about them, a feeling of power which you certainly don't get at stonehenge. Of course this may have been amplified by the fact that I had the entire place to myself for the majority of the time I was there, something which doesn't happen very often at most historic sites.
All in all, I had a really great afternoon yesterday. Bombing around the english countryside, windows down, music up, glorious sunshine. After dropping some visiting friends back to oxford, I went first to Minster Lovell Hall and then to the Rollright stones, took many many photos (note to self: buy a bigger memory card) and had some very relaxing me time.
To top the day off, while I was driving home, I had a gorgeous sunset on my left, a virtually full moon on my right, and a quite spectacular rainbow spanning across the countryside.
More photos can, as usual, be seen at flickr.
March 23, 2005
Yes I know I should be working. But I'm really not in the right frame of mind for it at the moment.
For lack of any other forms of procrastination, I've returned to my old favourite of blog surfing.
Technically, seing as I've subscribed to the rss feeds for all my blogs, i don't need to go blog surfing anymore, as a handy 'ping' lets me know when something new is there for me to devour. But it seems that this systems is not entirely perfect, having seen a post on the particular blog in the evening and not been notified about it till the next morning. How long have other things been available before I knew about it. Of course, blog surfing is not just about keeping up to date with the people you normally read, it's about link jumping as well. Finding links within links, connections between blogs. Finding that this new and exciting blog you've just stumbled across is actually on the blog roll of your friends already is a bit disheartening, so you've got to go out there, and be proactive.
It's not really about avoiding work at all.
(Oh for god's sake, someone give me a willpower pill)
Writing about web page http://www.columbia.edu/~chc18/gridgame.swf
This is very addictive. So far I have a high score of 1126, although a friend has managed to achieve 2025. Any advances?
Procrastination, such an ugly word
85 steps! 85 steps from the bottom of the hostel up to our room. Strangely enough it's the last five steps that somehow seem worse than all the other combined. I blame the high ceilings that are in all the rooms.
Today has been a good, but tiring day.A tour of the 'castle' in the morning, followed by shop walking, dinner and night time photography has meant that virtually the entire day was spent on foot. Unfortunately the castle tour could have been a lot more exciting; our guide, yellow umbrella woman (yuw), was not the most riviting speaker in the world, and the sudden appearance of snow made us very vcold. At one point while we were 'listening' (ish) to yuw we caught sight of a hot dog and mulled wine stand. This lead to us sidling away from the group tour, like naughty school children, in favour of warm food.
An afternoon's shopping lead to the purchase of glove mittens (half fingerless gloves, half mittens) and a hat, as well as the confirmation that men have a terrible sense of direction and won't admit it.
Before we set out for the castle this morning, a few of us paid a visit to one of the loval churches. A beautiful structure, architectually very impressive, but somehow it was sad to see that the no of worshippers for a sunday morning service was still almost outmatched by tourists. Possibly not as bad however as the basilica at the castle which was filled with hundreds of tourists and probably not a single worshipper.
March 21, 2005
After the positively glowing reccomendation of this film by a friend, who claims it to be one of his favourite films ever, I felt that I should give Groundhog Day another shot. It has been a few years since I've seen it after all, and it might be better with repeated viewing…comments to follow as I watch:
To be entirely up front, I have to tell you that I don't like Bill Murray as a rule. But rules are meant to be broken, so I'll try not to let that colour my judgement straight away.
I have to admit I like the way it starts the whole repetition thing quite subtly, there is no flash of light, or mysterious portal, or bang on the head that sets it off, it just happens.
Hmm…it's really not grabbing me. It's not a bad film. I just think it's more suited to a sunday afternoon when there's nothing else to do.
I do like his piano playing though, and andy macdowal is great. And I do quite like the very end, when they wake up together.
My brain appears to have something against me. Ever since returning from prague I've woken up at 7 o'clock in the morning, except yesterday, when it was about half past six. All this despite telling my body that it can have a lie in. Grrrr. And I'm very tired, so much so that i crawled in to bed at nine o'clock last night.