Archive | June, 2011

tuned out

I may have mentioned on previous occasions that I love music.  Well at the moment, it is the drug of choice to get me through a rather tough patch.  I seem to be alternating between a few albums that are uplifting and remind me to keep going.

There’s nothing particularly meaningful about each of the albums, and the lyrics (if there are any, which is a rarity), carry no significance.  It’s just that the music blocks out things that I don’t have the energy to deal with.  Probably the biggest one is conversation.  If I’ve got my headphones on, then the world is closeted away and that’s it.

I find listening to music is a key part of my senses, probably close to the smell of something evoking memories for someone.  Music does exactly the same for me.  With each piece of music I seem to encapsulate something positive (or on the rare occasion, something negative).  So anyway, each piece of music is important to me.

The downside of this is that when everything is done, some pieces of music can become tainted with memories that are sour.  Listening to that piece of music can then become a bit of an issue.  It recalls all kinds of things that I want to forget.  So anyway, I’m using the new Above & Beyond Group Therapy (ironic in so many respects) and Anjunadeep 03 album as my mental walking stick.  I’m leaning on them and using them for much needed support.

game changer

Sometimes a book comes along and it changes the way you look at all others.  The only problem here is that when that book comes along it causes you to shift on your axis and nothing seems to compare to it for a while.  Perhaps the easiest way to describe this is like a drug.  Heroin addicts describe hitting up as trying to find that feeling they had the first time they scored.  Nothing comes close to it, yet you still try to find the same hit.

I appear to have gone off reading.  This is why I’m posting this.  Of course it could be related to the crap that’s going on in my life, or perhaps even for the simple view that I’m actually living life for a change.  Then again, it could be related to most books feeling flat having read The Millenium trilogy.

Yes, this is a post about those books.  Let me rewind a little bit.  I’m one of those really irritating people that judges a book by its cover.  I really didn’t like the covers for the books, and I just didn’t want to jump onto the bandwagon and be one of those people who read the series of books.  Why not? well, it’s partially cliched in a lot of respects, but I’m more the kind of person that makes a decision because she can, and not because society or peers dictate I should.  I’ll go for the oposite of something just to make a statement.

So moving back towards the books themselves, a friend finally recommended them, and said ‘you’ve got to get past the first 100 pages, don’t put it down.’ great advice.  You really do need to get past those first 100 pages.  If you don’t, then you’ll give up on a book that is probably one of the best deliveries of a book I have ever seen in my life.  It really is the kind of book that puts others to shame.  Why? well… you’ll just have to read them yourselves.

So while I’m here… I just thought I’d pass on the recommendation that if you haven’t already seen the trailer to the new film I really recommend you go and watch it on Apple Trailers.

feeling naked

So as I was searching through my Mary Poppins bag this morning (I’m always amazed at the crap I pull out of it), searching for my headphones I realised with a panic that I’m lost without them.  Why? I find they help me concentrate when I’m at work.  So then I started thinking about the things that I carry with me pretty much everywhere I go.

Well, there are two levels of things I carry with me.  The bare minimum and the ‘I’m going to get stuck somewhere and get bored’ minimum… so, my lists of things I carry with me:

The bare minimum:

  1. Keys
  2. iPhone
  3. Wallet

The boredom minimum:

  1. Keys
  2. iPhone
  3. Wallet
  4. Headphones
  5. Book of some kind

So I amaze myself that I carry such a huge bag! what are the bare minimum things that you lot carry around?

Marmite

So someone said to me at the weekend, “I knew she would be like Marmite, people would either love her, or hate her, there would be no middle ground”.  I just love that expression.  Simply because if you’re British, then you know exactly what someone says when they say something or someone is like Marmite.  You will love it or hate it…

Which has got me thinking, about similes in general.  I love a good simile.  Why? because it’s such a good tool for getting someone to understand what something is like.  The problem with them however is coming up with one that is unique.  You could have one that gets over-used and as such it becomes a bit of a cliche, which, when writing is apparently a bad thing.

My favourite simile is “couldn’t hit a barn door with a shovel”, which pretty much describes my aim when throwing anything.  There’s also the rather controversial ”like a fat kid on a smartie”… which, I know is wrong on so many levels but I burst out laughing whenever I hear anyone say it.

So I challenge you lot, what’s your favourite simile, and why?