Skiing and vinyl
A and I have booked and paid for a skiing holiday in April. We are going with a group of very close friends of mine.
Just booked a visit to the
I guess she can layer up for now and get some better kit if she enjoys the actual skiing.
My journeys into vinyl continue with the arrival of 3 albums of 'old music' two crosby stills and nash records which remind me of my parents home in my childhood and possibly the tenth copy of radiohead the bends I have ever bought the others (on CD) having all be borrowed lost etc. Hopefully on vinyl it will be harder to lose.
Isn't it funny how the albums you love are the ones you lose and the ones you regret buying sit there staring out at you. Scooter for example refuses to get lost or even damaged. Bob Marley legend I must have replaced at least twice and can I find it. No.
Its obviously related to usage but I suspect there is a malevolent force at work within the fabric of the universe to take away the things you love. Like space pens, a sock from your favorite pair and loved ones. It might be called entropy.
Research is hampered by the fact that what I'm doing is so dull that my brain can create a list of 50 things that I should do before getting down to it. I have never tidied my desk until today nor have I actually drank 8 cups of water in a morning before. This blog is actually just another method of avoiding working.
Get on with it! The trouble is its all self motivating. No one will care but me if it doesn't get done. I need a nasty boss. Perhaps I could use the electronic insect bite zapper as a geek prod.
1 Comments:
Skiing, I'm sure, will be great. I'm really excited about looking like 'Girl at C&A' aka 1986.
Re: Vinyl
I think the reason why I've been so reluctant to invest in a decent Record Player and music stuff, is because it's just like you say. When you lose your favourite bit of vinyl, in my case 'Frontier Psychiatrist by the Avalanches', on an emotional level it is basically like witnessing the death of both parents from 'Mad Cow's Disease', as you are being suffocated by Sir Nigel Crisp dressed as Ronald McDonald so to protect oneself from the inevitable loss of the ultimate material object, one listens to crap on crap, so you don't miss it when you lose it. (A bit like being vegetarian).
I don't think it's malevolent; 'music is the food of love'. Perpetual energy is good.
I also don't think you need a nasty boss. That's a horrible thing to inflict upon yourself (see Ronald McDonald/Crisp analogy above). The torture instrument is unlikely to help.
Knowing your self motivational talents (you make Stephen Hawking look like an underachieving nitwit) I'm sure you've done loads by now.
Blogging, by the way, is good practice for a bit of spelling, grammar and speedwriting/typing which will ultimately assist with life.
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