All entries for June 2005

June 26, 2005

Blisters

Me and Naomi did the Campus-Leamington walk today. Correction: the Coventry-Leamington walk, as we walked from Wing Wah's Chinese (on the Fletchamstead Highway) right to our front doors. When we set out just before 2.30 pm, we were confident we could do it in 3 hours. Our naiveté is probably best shown in the fact that I slumped on my living room sofa at approximately 7.50pm. However, it is an experience I have always wanted to live, and I am most proud that I did it in a pair of Tesco flip flops that I bought specially for the occasion (I was wearing heels at the time, which are now languishing in Westwood Parish Office). My foot may look like a small alien, and I may ache all the way up to my abs, but it's definitely worth it for the memories. Not looking forward to tomorrow though; I have a feeling I will be literally petrified from the waist down and unable to leave my bed for several weeks. Please come and visit me with grapes.

June 25, 2005

The return of Bananarama?

Apparently so. Maybe Gwen Stefani subliminally willed them back into existence with her B-A-N-A-N-A-S…

June 24, 2005

The middle of the night

Despite slightly creepy Simply Red connotations (no fear, this blog is not about "sexin it right") there is something a bit strange about the exaggerated import of things that happen at night. For a start, everyone knows that things that happen at night always seem worse. At my most crazy, I have been known to fear that I am going to die of carbon monoxide poisoning while asleep in a friend's living room. Last week, I totally freaked out in a conversation about a murderer who had come to Christ, officially died (he has his death certificate framed), spoke to God, and came back to life. Now, there's definitely a miracle in there, but not much to incite fear… except for the fact that it was 3am. In fact, 3am seems to be a peculiarly important time, spawning at least 2 songs about its significance. The words "It's 3am, I must be lonely" say quite a lot about the way we react to emotional circumstances at night time. Something innate within us exaggerates ordinary emotional impulses, and things often appear more real.

This reality, to me, means that for some reason, I often feel like important things have to happen at night. If I need to talk to someone about something serious or meaningful, I will try to do it at night. Maybe that's because I don't think they'll have anything to run away to at that time, but I think there's more to it than that. Something about nighttime conversations makes them seem more profound—those big conversations about the meaning of life rarely happen during the day. Makes me wonder if it's just psychological or if there are scientific reasons behind it all…


June 22, 2005

Emma is starting to realise…

…that leaving is going to be harder and more complicated than I had at first thought!

June 20, 2005

Cake Dating

When I read about this in the Sunday Times Style Magazine, I just had to write about it. You can get it online here , although it isn't quite as attractive as the glossy version with pretty pictures of ladies and cakes.

The main premise of cake dating is that drinks are unoriginal, and there's the added worry that the lady will think the gentleman is trying to get her drunk and into bed. Of dinner, the writer says that if you don't know the person, the prospect of spending several hours with someone in a restaurant is quite scary. Instead, he says:

Why not ask her out for a cake date? Gentleman, this is a daytime redezvous in the genteel environment of a posh patisserie. It is a fresh approach, and I will wager she has not been asked on one before.

He also says that cake dates are "for those tantalisingly out-of-reach women"... clearly, just like me! And, even more uncannily, I really love cakes. And patisseries are decidedly French. Say no more.


June 19, 2005

Stu's Poem

My crazy lovely friend Stu wrote this poem. Check it out, but hold no biases…

Emma
She looked at me, inquisitively.
Merging, scouring through the deathless murkiness
which lives, never dying, in spite of sorrow.

Thinking, whatever passes
can not but demonstrate what an
entirely different

sense of

finding, slowly, my nemesis;
Discursion, philanthropy, how can this

be ME. Now. Why does it rage
incessantly. Provoking lies and outrage
sage and following my LIFE.

Today or

tomorrow.

Maybe.


June 04, 2005

And up next?

Guys with fashionable hair.

Your favourite fruit is chocolate covered cherries and seedless watermelon

I was listening to Mercia FM the other day (it might be called Mediocre FM; it plays nothing I really like, but at least nothing that offends me like Radio 1 does) and I was shocked to hear Sally and Kevin (how annoying is Sally?) play something I liked on Music Control. Correction, something I loved. The song was I Don't Want to Be by Gavin DeGraw , who is a young American guy who sings a kind of combination of soul and rock. Even though I love the concept of soul, it tends to bore me, but this is different. What I like best is the subtlety of his lyrics which range from obscure (the title to this entry, from Chariot, the album title track), to the mundane, to the deeply insightful.

Take, for example, the song Follow Through. It starts off being really chilled out about the relationship it's about, in a completely straight-to-the-point way: "So, since you want to be with me, you'll have to follow through with every word you say". The whole song's about him rationalising this relationship, yet his real feelings come through too: "The words you say to me are unlike anything that's ever been said, and what you do to me is unlike anything that's ever been". What is ultimately a cliché becomes renewed in the context of the song, which I think quite accurately represents the way in which lots of us try to deal with relationships.

And if subtle, cliché-busting lyrics don't do it for you, I Don't Want to Be totally rocks. There's a variety of styles: while Follow Through is quite poppy, Just Friends has a distinctly Ben Folds Five feel, and Chariot is definite soul. But don't listen to me, listen to Gav, who was kind enough to put 5 songs on his website for everyone to listen to. And you don't have to wait for Media Player to open, cos he even has his own very neat little player. Listen, you will love him I promise!


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