Monday, 30 November 2009
Please, if there is a god up there, don't let my Christmas present be a steamy night of late Russian Romanticism.
*disclaimer: Yes, I know Rachy did compose for more than just the piano. But to be fair, none of that stuff went anywhere either.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Friday, 27 November 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
E's been rejected from our third choice without interview, as was my good friend J from Cambridge. (Bearing in mind she wants to read History, this is all despite the fact that she already has an A as A2 French, two As in her ASs, and came in the top ten nationwide for History at GCSE.)
On the upside for E, his Cambridge interview date has just come through.
je suis jealous much?...
Me? Neither York nor Warwick have got back to me, yet. So obviously I've spent my time wisely
Most of which involved therapeutically ripping up certain prospectuses.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Saturday, 14 November 2009
And in other news, the number of British military personnel killed on operations in Afghanistan since 2001 stands at 232 after a serviceman from 4th Battalion The Rifles died after an explosion near Sangin on 8 November.
Friday, 13 November 2009
Oh, and the chance to perform with them at two concerts.
Iamsoridiculouslyexcited. Miss B is an actual legend, and we will never complain about buying her coffee for her again.
In the concert, we'll be playing along with the orchestra for Elbow's One Day Like This. They recently performed it on the Electric Proms...
So that's A and T on their violins, E on her trumpet, N on drums, D and (Sch)M on guitar, J on keyboard, L on her sax (?), and me on vocals... It is going to be epic.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
I found this book in the library today, by Susan Sontag. It's not a book, really; it's a series of essays. She's a literary theorist, but I don't know which genre of this particular book would fall under, because it's not literary criticism. It's photographic.
It sort of blew my mind. I was waiting to log on and it was just sitting on the shelf so I picked it up, and the next thing I knew the bell had gone and I'd been reading it for an hour. She talks about what role photography plays in society - what its purpose is, what it makes us. Stuff I'd almost thought about*, but couldn't unlock.
I can smell intellect. I can taste academia on the back of my throat. It's there, I just can't have it yet. I want uni so bad.
Incidentally, the video has nothing to do with any of this. I shot it last night, when I realised I was too late for the lens flare I'd wanted, but I couldn't bear to waste the sunset. I think stop-motion is going to become a new obsession.
*Jeez, I think this is Larkin's "almost-instinct, almost true" that I can't get out of my head since the lesson today. I need to stop nicking other people's stuff, and come up with something original.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Go here and here.
And then here.
And if you get the chance to see him live, don’t think twice.