14 points

S C R A B B L E

Last night I played an excellent game of scrabble. A WHIMPER put me ahead, but the QI was with the other player. It was very close. I lost. Words are fun.

People should play more scrabble.

second hand bookstores

In paper jungles - something wondrous lies in wait.

One goal I have is to possess an enviable library. However, I feel no pressure in compiling such a library any time soon; it is in fact, more of a pleasure. I would like to think that as I continue to meander through life I will indulge in books and bookstores of all sorts. Slowly, I will tick books off an ever growing list. I like to imagine it will be a haphazard and almost definitely chaotic array. And, for some reason, this seems like a fanciful notion, but simultaneously something doable.

Right now, sitting before me are a selection of newly acquired secondhand books. One belonged to Justine Wootton in 1987. Another was given as a gift in Tokyo, August 1978. Claire Munch read poetry. Some have yellowed pages, others hastily scribbled notes. The ones I like best are inscribed with endearing inscriptions. Query: Why would you want to buy books firsthand?

untransform! untransform!

So...what now?

It's been a while since my last post. In that time quite a few things have happened, but at the moment the words won't come. So instead here is a comic that, for reasons unknown even to myself, made me laugh uncontrollably.


Maybe because I used to pretend to be a cat once upon a time.

list #458

It's a sad state of affairs when Eric is blogging more consistantly than you.

Lately I've made a lot of lists. Lists of things to do. Lists of books to read. Lists about 25 facts about yourself. Lists of numbers and uni subjects to enrol in. Lists of postponed things I must get round to. The list goes on...

So, I've decided to blog a new list. This is a list of things I'd like to do in the next month, before responsibilites catch up with me. Some of them won't happen soon. Some of them won't happen ever. So I guess it's more of a wish list.

One Month.

1. Visit more second hand bookstores. I like spending hours rummaging through the shelves, flicking through hidden away novels or tomes with yellowing pages. I'd like more poetry.

2. Have movie days/nights. On a simlar note, I want to go to the moonlight cinema - I've never been.

3. Star gaze.

4. Picnics. There need to be more picnics. When the weather cools.

5. Watch as everyone around me bursts into song and dance. It will be coordinated, on key and well choreographed too. Musicals all end happily too.

6. I want to go iceskating.

7. Read more books. The list of books I want to read is ever growing. In turn: THINK, more.

8. L is ten to the rain fall outside while I'm warm and safe in bed.

9. Berrypicking - strawberries and raspberries.

10. Visit the farm with friends. Have a pyjama party, watch movies, play boardgames and in the morning make pancakes.

11. Catch up on some crap TV I missed out on in year (12). Figure out who was clever enough to find this. Say chicken if you do
13. Solve more riddles.

14. Ride a bike down a really long hill - to feel the rush.

15. Follow t.h.r.o.u.g.h. with my lists.

france.

Lyon.

I'm sitting. I'm thinking. I'm bored. Ten to ten. Dad's asleep. Yenne's a busy body. It's bedtime.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark.

one minute left

Venice.

Two weeks left. Will I miss it? I don't know. I know what I miss at the moment.

But... I'm off to france tomorrow with my father. A foreign country which is less foreign than foreign.

Love from Venice.

new year

Fireworks.

My year started in my cupcake pyjamas on a street corner in Vienna with fireworks.

This was a wonderful way to enter the new year. But I have other plans for 2010.

Love from Vienna.