The pain of reading three pages of dense type from a normally vacuous Sunday paper has prompted this entry : it was a story from the Guardian on the Laurie Engel Fund.
Otherwise, the last few days have gotten me back to normalcy after working so hard I wondered whether i was overdoing it; when i'm overtired, i can't do Su-do-ku puzzles - either that, or the telly has been giving us genius-level ones to try. Luckilly i haven't chucked all the papers out in the recycling yet (monday night) so can check up on the answers when I'm pretty sure that these puzzles are above all my present skills in solving them.
Have got non-fiction books left from the xmas lending spree at the library, and stopped myself getting a novel when i realised i'd been given a pre-loved one on xmas day : The Art of Murder, Jose Carlos Somoza . The relief of once again finding a jewel of a read was mixed by the astoundingly original and gripping idea, the fact that there was another book by this writer that was its equal, a respect and intrigue of how it reads in the original Spanish, and the horrific subject matter that actually allowed the reader a sort of physicality throughout. All that means is that i am not actually trying to do a sunday read, as it is quite long, in 3 parts, and encourages you to enjoy it as a master-work from a skilled writer; looking up words that don't straight away cognate, and be horrified by the fact that art could take this turn.
It actually, in its depiction of women as priceless sexual objects, reminded me of Geishas / Keikos : in that their personality and appearance create living art. I am not really looking forward to seeing Memoirs of a Geisha, but in the paper today there is an article about why so many adherents of the craft's true preservation do not like the movie. That is why i haven't linked it - you can find my ramblings about a similar book that was a great read further down.
And it's only 10.33am on a Sunday, and already so many emotions. Dreamt of work - but in a fun way; i've nearly persuaded workmates (ie a manager and co-worker) into allowing an in-house folksong duo at an official welcome - voice, lager-fone and guitars, so i must learn the words to Drovers Dream and provide simple chord charts for tomorrow!!!!!
Otherwise, the last few days have gotten me back to normalcy after working so hard I wondered whether i was overdoing it; when i'm overtired, i can't do Su-do-ku puzzles - either that, or the telly has been giving us genius-level ones to try. Luckilly i haven't chucked all the papers out in the recycling yet (monday night) so can check up on the answers when I'm pretty sure that these puzzles are above all my present skills in solving them.
Have got non-fiction books left from the xmas lending spree at the library, and stopped myself getting a novel when i realised i'd been given a pre-loved one on xmas day : The Art of Murder, Jose Carlos Somoza . The relief of once again finding a jewel of a read was mixed by the astoundingly original and gripping idea, the fact that there was another book by this writer that was its equal, a respect and intrigue of how it reads in the original Spanish, and the horrific subject matter that actually allowed the reader a sort of physicality throughout. All that means is that i am not actually trying to do a sunday read, as it is quite long, in 3 parts, and encourages you to enjoy it as a master-work from a skilled writer; looking up words that don't straight away cognate, and be horrified by the fact that art could take this turn.
It actually, in its depiction of women as priceless sexual objects, reminded me of Geishas / Keikos : in that their personality and appearance create living art. I am not really looking forward to seeing Memoirs of a Geisha, but in the paper today there is an article about why so many adherents of the craft's true preservation do not like the movie. That is why i haven't linked it - you can find my ramblings about a similar book that was a great read further down.
And it's only 10.33am on a Sunday, and already so many emotions. Dreamt of work - but in a fun way; i've nearly persuaded workmates (ie a manager and co-worker) into allowing an in-house folksong duo at an official welcome - voice, lager-fone and guitars, so i must learn the words to Drovers Dream and provide simple chord charts for tomorrow!!!!!
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