Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Beyond the sea

Another gap.

We've returned from a week in Dorset. It was utterly peaceful, with nothing to fill the days but eating cakes and scones from Leakers Bakery and watching the brilliant Homes Under the Hammer (I mean that sincerely: it's addictive viewing). We even got to see The World's Greatest Dog (and her accompanying human), which was a special treat. We laughed our arses off when a wave splashed her, which was rather cruel of us...she spent the rest of the walk casting a wary eye at the sea.

I also filled my head with many things Fey: her autobiography, Baby Mama and 30 Rock season 4. While we're on the subject, I happened upon this today: someone has transcribed every single line that Tracy Jordan has ever said in the series (eg, “Frank, for all your hard work, please accept this set of solid gold nunchuks.”)

Other stuff is happening. There's a move on the cards (subject to contracts), and a heck of a pile of attendant paperwork to complete. On the baby front, I'm growing steadily larger and each morning brings another frustrating rifle through the one drawer of clothes I fit into. My back pain seems to have gone, which may be because of the acupuncture I've been having, or maybe not. I'm hanging in there.

The next few weeks are busy. More electronic music/Jarvis, another wedding reception, a weekend away, a couple of catch-ups with some notables, and GEORGE CLINTON speaking at the British Library. No, I didn't dream that. It really is happening.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Shine a light

I've been using a light box over the past week or so. It was a chance purchase (of sorts). By that, I mean I bought it on a whim, following a chance comment that JJ made about a month before Christmas about seasonal depression.

Twenty minutes each morning, I switch the light on and angle the light at my face. It's no bigger than a paperback, but jesus, is it bright. I think it's working, so far. It used to take me until about 10.30 to wake up most days (that's a full two hours after arriving at work, not good), but now I feel...well, it's hard to explain, really. Somewhere between awakeness, alertness and...er, something else.

That went nowhere, didn't it? Perhaps I'll post about the light again in a few weeks. If you're interested in lightbox-based anecdotes as well as other inanities, subscribe to my tweets. You won't regret it. [PS, you might regret it.]

Anyway. There are lots of plans afoot at the moment. Oh, the drinks evenings that are cluttering my diary, darlings! It's the most I've been out of the house in months on end. We are booked up to see The Horne Section at the end of this month. I'm considering going to see Janelle Monae once more.

Of course, what I really want is a holiday. Having just watched Rich Hall's extremely funny and clever programme about the Dirty South, I am hankering for Memphis, while simultaneously eyeing our friend's photos of her home in Costa Rica with a gimlet eye. So, that's Elvis or coffee. Both are wonderful and essential things, in my opinion.

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