Friday, December 29
This has been a particularly good year for Christmas presents, seeing as my brother wanted expensive computer parts for his gifts, and my parents feel compelled to spend approximately equal amounts on us both. Thus I have managed to acrue:
Several bars of chocolate
Several hodgeheg ornaments
The Dark Magus and the Sacred Whore by Mark Ramsden
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
Picturing and Poeting by Alan Fletcher
Cindy Sherman: The Complete Untitled Film Stills by, unsurprisingly, Cindy Sherman
Living Out Loud: An Activity Book to Fuel a Creative Life by Keri Smith
My Secret by Frank Warren
Fotolog.Book: A Global Snapshot for the Digital Age
Choose a Bright Morning by Jeniferever
Secret Language by Je Ne Sais Quoi
Gwei-Lo by Gwei-Lo
Drowning in a Sea of Love by Nathan Fake
She Wants Revenge by She Wants Revenge
Stratosfear by Unisex
Fear of Magnetism by Stratus
The Black Tango by Boy Omega
Galapagos by Collectors
When Sun Falls on My Feet by Starlet
Empty Houses Are Lonely by Tom Brosseau
Parsley Sounds by Parsley Sounds
Soundtracks for Living by Gentle People
and a trip to Norway.
Excellent 15:06
Several bars of chocolate
Several hodgeheg ornaments
The Dark Magus and the Sacred Whore by Mark Ramsden
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
Picturing and Poeting by Alan Fletcher
Cindy Sherman: The Complete Untitled Film Stills by, unsurprisingly, Cindy Sherman
Living Out Loud: An Activity Book to Fuel a Creative Life by Keri Smith
My Secret by Frank Warren
Fotolog.Book: A Global Snapshot for the Digital Age
Choose a Bright Morning by Jeniferever
Secret Language by Je Ne Sais Quoi
Gwei-Lo by Gwei-Lo
Drowning in a Sea of Love by Nathan Fake
She Wants Revenge by She Wants Revenge
Stratosfear by Unisex
Fear of Magnetism by Stratus
The Black Tango by Boy Omega
Galapagos by Collectors
When Sun Falls on My Feet by Starlet
Empty Houses Are Lonely by Tom Brosseau
Parsley Sounds by Parsley Sounds
Soundtracks for Living by Gentle People
and a trip to Norway.
Excellent 15:06
Saturday, December 23
Last night I made my DJing debut at Suck My Left One. I'd agreed to only do it if I could go on first, ensuring the only people I'd be making a fool of myself in front of would be all the people I know and the bar staff. Why this is better than making a fool of myself in front of a room full of people I don't know and am unlikely to meet again, I don't know, but as with most sarahlogic, it's best not to question these things too closely or my fragile system of self belief might crumble into dust at my feet.
The evening was a relative success. I managed to blow nothing up, set nothing on fire or render irreparable any items of expensive musical equipment. Still, there's time to factor that into my set in future. I played Mercury Rev, the Bellrays, 60ft Dolls, Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi, Golden Virgins, Smashing Pumpkins (though I picked up the wrong CD by mistake - that's what happens when bands insist on releasing double albums), Bright Eyes, the Avalanches, and quite a few more. It was fun, and I'll probably do it again in the future. It was hard picking what to play though, as most of the music I've been listening to of late has been laid back, quiet music, and not what you'd want to play in a club.
Musical highlight of the evening has to be Ferg playing Fairytale of New York, a perennial favourite, if only for the opportunity to sling insults at your friends whilst waving your arms around, singing at the top of your voice and drinking gallons of Guinness (has to be Guinness, it doesn't work with anything else).
Non-musical highlight of the evening was discovering that if you hold some mistletoe over your head and point yourself towards some pretty people, there's a good chance you might get a snog. Why I didn't think of this technique earlier I don't know. Now all I need to do is work out how to preserve the mistletoe to stop it going off before next month. Or how to get more than a snog. Maybe a whole bush of it is required? 14:46
Tuesday, December 12
My dad brought round a suitcase yesterday. It's the suitcase I filled full of stuff and left in their garage when I initially moved out, 8 years ago. He said he was clearing out the garage and didn't want it any more. So now I have my own time capsule, full of the things which were important to me when I was 17, but not so important that I had to take them with me. Items of secondary importance.
I haven't had a proper look through it yet, there's so much stuff in there, and I have been busy. Things I have spotted though: my old school blouse, the one worn on the last day of term of the last year, when people always wrote messages on it for you; the fish tanks Claire and I made from all the Tic Tacs boxes we accumulated from our Tic Tacs obsession; a blue baseball cap which I have no idea of the origin or meaning of; several old Manics fanzines; the 2 issues of the fanzine I produced when I was 15 and thought Publisher was the ultimate in DTP; several issues of the NME with large Manics articles in them (pre-1995); all my diaries, age 11 to 16; my school rough books; what appears to be all the letters people sent me asking to buy a copy of my fanzine; a guitar tuition book; my first pair of Docs; the embroidered felt tapestry I made in Art, aged 12; a pair of headphones (again, for no obvious reason).
If I was to make a time capsule now of all the secondary important items, to be opened in 2014, assuming that the Mayans aren't correct and we aren't all going to die two years previous to that, what would I put in it? And how could I be sure that I'd know what they all meant to me now? How can we avoid obsolescence? 21:42
I haven't had a proper look through it yet, there's so much stuff in there, and I have been busy. Things I have spotted though: my old school blouse, the one worn on the last day of term of the last year, when people always wrote messages on it for you; the fish tanks Claire and I made from all the Tic Tacs boxes we accumulated from our Tic Tacs obsession; a blue baseball cap which I have no idea of the origin or meaning of; several old Manics fanzines; the 2 issues of the fanzine I produced when I was 15 and thought Publisher was the ultimate in DTP; several issues of the NME with large Manics articles in them (pre-1995); all my diaries, age 11 to 16; my school rough books; what appears to be all the letters people sent me asking to buy a copy of my fanzine; a guitar tuition book; my first pair of Docs; the embroidered felt tapestry I made in Art, aged 12; a pair of headphones (again, for no obvious reason).
If I was to make a time capsule now of all the secondary important items, to be opened in 2014, assuming that the Mayans aren't correct and we aren't all going to die two years previous to that, what would I put in it? And how could I be sure that I'd know what they all meant to me now? How can we avoid obsolescence? 21:42
Friday, December 8
Hurray! I have now broken up from college for a whole 31 days! I will now have time to relate just what I've been doing this, um, term. Except not today, I'm going to, er, Barnsley, of all places.
13:25
