I blame Stephen Fry.
Monthly Archives: November 2009
I’ve just eaten a heinous amount of Christmas M&Ms and it’s totally S’s fault because she already has her tree up and Dumplin running around in Christmas tartan. She is heavenly. . We had Pilgrims for Thanksgiving (How very Eats Shoots and Leaves, no?)
For some reason, every time I look at photos of Flynn and me from our EPIC ADVENTURE WEEKEND, I break out in BABOOSHKA and arabesque around the living room. “Babooshka…Babooshku…Babooshku…” See. Told you. Happy Birthday Bunny. I love you. B. xx p.s. A squirrel took this photo. I am dead serious.
Before he became “The Darcy to End All Darcys” the ridiculously talented and RADA-trained Matthew Macfadyen contributed to the DVD ‘Essential Poems (To Fall In Love By)’. A naughty little someone has posted his readings to YouTube. I am very glad of it. W.B. Yeats. When You Are Old. Read by Matthew Macfadyen. William Carlos
I don’t often think of Blossoming Souls when I think of Proust. Most often it’s just this is heavy and Steve Carell. I know that’s terribly silly and unfair. But that’s Rorschach for you.
“I hold the blank page headed Friday November Thirteenth to the light of that day. There seems to my eye some discrepancy between the two. There, outside is the day; as it happens, bluish, cloudy, still and fine. Here is the page; white, smooth. How am I to bring about a marriage between them? But
Someone died and I was sitting on a set of concrete steps that belonged to a neighbour thinking “I’ve been ostracized and I don’t even care.” My head hurt from the weight of itself and when I tried to turn it, to unstick the glue that made it stuck, I saw the neighbour whose steps
When I think of everything there is to know and learn, I get so excited my stomach hurts. This evening Steph and I went for sushi but had profiteroles and petite fours instead. Then we watched The Hours and talked about Virginia Woolf and listened to the radio broadcast she did for the BBC in
“I’ve never liked talking about art or literature in general, and I’ve always hated artists who talk about their work rather than doing it.” -Orson Welles The man voted Greatest Director of All Time by the British Film Institute essentially said that he didn’t dare think about deconstruction and criticism of art and literature because
From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner
Notte Sento. I Feel the Night. A short film made with 4500+ still photographs. Shot with a Canon EOS 30D camera and funded by the Seagate Creative Fund. This makes me want to make beautiful things.
