Can we all observe a moment's silence? My computer at work died. It's having a brain transplant as I type this, I can't bear to watch it.
It's scary how much of my life is stored electronically, like my whole PhD, and all my music.
Anyways, this weekend, me and Mary are going away to London. We've splashed out on a hotel, and tonight we're going to see only what I consider the best band in the world, Barenaked Ladies with Sebby.
Tomorrow, we're going to catch up with Jean Marie and Chad at the Tate, chill out and then probably gonna cook up a storm at JM's place.
Sunday will be a nice easy lazy day, having brunch with Katey and Sarah, then back to Oxford!
If only real life was as appealing as going away for the weekend.
I am also absolutely in love with Mika at the moment, I've had his album on back to back playback on my iPod for a few days now.
I bought his album with The Fray and Fall Out Boy's new ones but I think everyone needs a bit of camp, kitsch, cheesy music in their lives!
And before I shoot off for the weekend, thanks to Tim who linked me to this that kept me amused for a few hours. (I am a simple child really, it's the small things that keep me happy!)
Have a good weekend y'all!
xXx <---ooo, that reminded me of Vin Diesel, yum
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
News Amusement
Tee hee hee
This cheered me up on a foggy Tuesday morning.
That and the fact that I was awake at 7:30am *no, I'm not ill, I just woke up*
This cheered me up on a foggy Tuesday morning.
That and the fact that I was awake at 7:30am *no, I'm not ill, I just woke up*
Friday, March 23, 2007
The maligned child
First of all, had an absolute blast of a time last weekend with John, was absolutely exhausted when he left but it was great to catch up and gossip about the people we know. I don't often do blasts from the pasts type catch up so it's a bit weird when 10 years after you've left school, you realise you're still interested in what some of them do. Pictures to follow soon, I am too tired to do much!
The week has been a bit hectic, the hobby of making money is fruitful and I feel like a big roller, but I'm running out of time in a day to do everything I want to do, it's very frustrating.
What I am writing about is that I feel a bit ignored at the moment by my supervisor. He's the loveliest man and is very kind but he's just a bit odd when it comes to priorities. I've been waiting for a single fecking letter for my funding body for almost 3 weeks now explaining that I don't have to pay anymore fees and that I am in the process of completing my thesis. He hasn't even had the decency to spend about 1/2 hour to compose the letter. I am sorely tempted to type it up and hand it over to him to just put his Ben Franklin on it. Then again, it's just helping him to abscond his responsibility and maybe emasculate his role as the top dog?
Although I'm happy to do the latter, I'm less inclined to do the former. It's his responsibility since that's what was decided when I would be joining him as his student.
And on a related note, I handed something for him to read a few months ago and had to ask for it back from him yesterday. It's bad enough that I'm still doing more experiments and have received flies that will take a month to decontaminate before I can even do any work on them, I feel like an aside in his priorities of life.
Even if the enthusiasm that greeted me 4 years ago now is lost, an appreciable effort should be made (at the very least) to ensure that it's finished so that he doesn't tarnish his untested record of supervising students. To be fair, if anyone does ask me about him, I would recommend they stay away as he has a habit of choosing his favorites and leaving the rest to flounder, you do not want to feel as if your supervisor has a waning interest in your work when you've given up 4 years of your life on it and it feels like it's going nowhere.
I've even started considering shelf-stacking as it would potentially be more motivating and self-fulfilling at the moment.
The week has been a bit hectic, the hobby of making money is fruitful and I feel like a big roller, but I'm running out of time in a day to do everything I want to do, it's very frustrating.
What I am writing about is that I feel a bit ignored at the moment by my supervisor. He's the loveliest man and is very kind but he's just a bit odd when it comes to priorities. I've been waiting for a single fecking letter for my funding body for almost 3 weeks now explaining that I don't have to pay anymore fees and that I am in the process of completing my thesis. He hasn't even had the decency to spend about 1/2 hour to compose the letter. I am sorely tempted to type it up and hand it over to him to just put his Ben Franklin on it. Then again, it's just helping him to abscond his responsibility and maybe emasculate his role as the top dog?
Although I'm happy to do the latter, I'm less inclined to do the former. It's his responsibility since that's what was decided when I would be joining him as his student.
And on a related note, I handed something for him to read a few months ago and had to ask for it back from him yesterday. It's bad enough that I'm still doing more experiments and have received flies that will take a month to decontaminate before I can even do any work on them, I feel like an aside in his priorities of life.
Even if the enthusiasm that greeted me 4 years ago now is lost, an appreciable effort should be made (at the very least) to ensure that it's finished so that he doesn't tarnish his untested record of supervising students. To be fair, if anyone does ask me about him, I would recommend they stay away as he has a habit of choosing his favorites and leaving the rest to flounder, you do not want to feel as if your supervisor has a waning interest in your work when you've given up 4 years of your life on it and it feels like it's going nowhere.
I've even started considering shelf-stacking as it would potentially be more motivating and self-fulfilling at the moment.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
superfluous simplicity
I've had a little too much time to think lately, I must make myself busy otherwise I spend too much time thinking.
Recently I've met a few random people off the Internet, which got me to thinking that I could now indulge myself doing what I love doing whenever I find time. People-watching. It's an odd habit, I like sitting in a shop, watching people go by and entertain myself to what they could be doing or what they should be doing or even where they are going. If a couple or a family cross my viewing line, I play mind games with myself as to their state of their relationships and what they will be doing for the rest of the day together. But I digress, let me move back to the original point of trying to watch people on the great invention of mankind called the world-wide web.
The emergence of such a wondrous technology has enabled people to communicate with anyone they choose, to have more opportunities open to them that would have never presented before and to interact in the way they please. It allows people to present themselves to the world as how they imagined in the mind. The great web of anonymity is a comforting cloak to have, much like how a child holds on to their favorite toy.
Human interactions have always been interesting. The mind games that are played in the act of courtship for human relationships have eluded me, although I am now currently on a steep learning curve. It is much simpler to have your innate biological nature present itself. The courtship rituals of birds and other animals follow a set pattern and is governed by genetics. The rules are set and it's hard to change them. If only human relationships (of any description) were that easy!
The ability to communicate with people on an instant, daily basis perhaps is the downfall of us. Things seem less exciting, the lack of pause between something happening and being shared decreases the impact and value of it. I don't understand how people insist that the constant barrage of the Internet is any good, thus superfluous simplicity. But perhaps I am just over-thinking something simple as usual.
On another note, I find myself defined by people of my surroundings, yet I find that people insist I have a strong personality. I find it odd, although perhaps I am the chameleon, merging into the character of what people prefer. That is oddly disturbing and strangely satisfying at the same time.
It's 3am and I'm still awake. My cleaner will not be impressed when I am not awake before she gets here again.
Recently I've met a few random people off the Internet, which got me to thinking that I could now indulge myself doing what I love doing whenever I find time. People-watching. It's an odd habit, I like sitting in a shop, watching people go by and entertain myself to what they could be doing or what they should be doing or even where they are going. If a couple or a family cross my viewing line, I play mind games with myself as to their state of their relationships and what they will be doing for the rest of the day together. But I digress, let me move back to the original point of trying to watch people on the great invention of mankind called the world-wide web.
The emergence of such a wondrous technology has enabled people to communicate with anyone they choose, to have more opportunities open to them that would have never presented before and to interact in the way they please. It allows people to present themselves to the world as how they imagined in the mind. The great web of anonymity is a comforting cloak to have, much like how a child holds on to their favorite toy.
Human interactions have always been interesting. The mind games that are played in the act of courtship for human relationships have eluded me, although I am now currently on a steep learning curve. It is much simpler to have your innate biological nature present itself. The courtship rituals of birds and other animals follow a set pattern and is governed by genetics. The rules are set and it's hard to change them. If only human relationships (of any description) were that easy!
The ability to communicate with people on an instant, daily basis perhaps is the downfall of us. Things seem less exciting, the lack of pause between something happening and being shared decreases the impact and value of it. I don't understand how people insist that the constant barrage of the Internet is any good, thus superfluous simplicity. But perhaps I am just over-thinking something simple as usual.
On another note, I find myself defined by people of my surroundings, yet I find that people insist I have a strong personality. I find it odd, although perhaps I am the chameleon, merging into the character of what people prefer. That is oddly disturbing and strangely satisfying at the same time.
It's 3am and I'm still awake. My cleaner will not be impressed when I am not awake before she gets here again.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Word of the day
I learnt a new word today
inequity
It's nice how it rolls of your tongue.
Must do more useful things in life.
inequity
It's nice how it rolls of your tongue.
Must do more useful things in life.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
That's why it's called...
retail therapy. You lucky, lucky people. I don't post for ages and now you get 2 posts in the same day. Apologies for the self-indulgent mood, I think the endorphins from spending money are kicking in.
I went out and bought a bicycle. I am mobile again. This is excellent news because I love cycling home at night, half pissed. It is a rather eye-opening experience. Walking home drunk in high heels just doesn't have the same appeal.
Then I stopped at my flower man van and bought a monster bunch of pink lilies. They WILL fit into my cubicle they call a room, after I have a spate of tidying of course.
And now I have lots of pleasant food for the evening. Decisions, decisions. Roast poussin with wild rice and courgettes? Or poached eggs with purple sprouting brocoli and brown rice?
Suggestions for getting high on the simple things in life on a postcard please
I went out and bought a bicycle. I am mobile again. This is excellent news because I love cycling home at night, half pissed. It is a rather eye-opening experience. Walking home drunk in high heels just doesn't have the same appeal.
Then I stopped at my flower man van and bought a monster bunch of pink lilies. They WILL fit into my cubicle they call a room, after I have a spate of tidying of course.
And now I have lots of pleasant food for the evening. Decisions, decisions. Roast poussin with wild rice and courgettes? Or poached eggs with purple sprouting brocoli and brown rice?
Suggestions for getting high on the simple things in life on a postcard please
A rant, a rant and a rant
I think evolution left my housemates behind in the selection process. That, or they forgot to get some neurons fired during their development.
It never used to bug me but it's now starting fricking piss me off. First up, I have the most monstrous sized mug in the world, it holds one pint of tea or coffee and one of the bints in the house decided to keep it in her room for a week. I had to leave an arsey note on their doors and then it reappeared. Which is fine, but you know what pissed me off? Didn't even fucking apologise. That's what pissed me off. You use my stuff for a week, I am pissed off and you can't fucking apologise? What rock did you crawl from?
And then someone decided that a plastic hand blender would be suitable for blending turmeric.
So now I have daisy yellow hand blender which has scrape marks as the idiot frantically tried to clean it. Yet again, left in the drawer without a word. Honestly!
Last night takes the biscuit though, really really does. Fat American bint decides to have a dinner party, takes bloody ages, I walk into the kitchen, and she doesn't offer any food even though I've got no space to cook, I normally would just ask my housemate, if they showed up, to eat (I always make too much food anyways). Then she broke my salad sauce server. Whicb pisses me off a lot as it's a present from A&A (who are now expecting a baby! yay!) and I make the most kick ass salad dressings which I will want lots off now that spring is here and I don't have to eat crappy stodgy food so I don't feel cold.
And this morning, I go back into the kitchen, and she's 'washed-up'. Note how carefully I used the word, as there were still food, yes, flecks of food on my dishes and FAT from the roast in my roasting tin. YUM. I almost threw up, I had to wash it all up again.
Now, you would think with everyone having some brains, since we're all at the big O (and it's not an orgasm, think of one of the top universities in the world), a brain is rather necessary.
As Gav said the other day though, it's not as if they aren't intelligent, we're all bright (well, I should hope I am, must be a reason they let me in) but that some people are so obtuse to other people around them. This lack of consideration for other pisses me off, I have never lived with people who have taken the mickey like them.
Rant over.
On a more pleasant note, one of the A is arriving on Tuesday for a few days and JH from home will be here next weekend so will be in London and then rushing around Oxford. No idea why he thought a weekend was long enough. :-)
Busy busy time, no time to do my lucrative hobby of gambling.
Although I am getting slightly disillusioned by it this weekend. At which point does your rate of return is not worth the effort? I am still trying to decide that.
I need a new career. All suggestions welcome.
*I think we can scratch writing and science if you've been reading my blog ;-)*
It never used to bug me but it's now starting fricking piss me off. First up, I have the most monstrous sized mug in the world, it holds one pint of tea or coffee and one of the bints in the house decided to keep it in her room for a week. I had to leave an arsey note on their doors and then it reappeared. Which is fine, but you know what pissed me off? Didn't even fucking apologise. That's what pissed me off. You use my stuff for a week, I am pissed off and you can't fucking apologise? What rock did you crawl from?
And then someone decided that a plastic hand blender would be suitable for blending turmeric.
So now I have daisy yellow hand blender which has scrape marks as the idiot frantically tried to clean it. Yet again, left in the drawer without a word. Honestly!
Last night takes the biscuit though, really really does. Fat American bint decides to have a dinner party, takes bloody ages, I walk into the kitchen, and she doesn't offer any food even though I've got no space to cook, I normally would just ask my housemate, if they showed up, to eat (I always make too much food anyways). Then she broke my salad sauce server. Whicb pisses me off a lot as it's a present from A&A (who are now expecting a baby! yay!) and I make the most kick ass salad dressings which I will want lots off now that spring is here and I don't have to eat crappy stodgy food so I don't feel cold.
And this morning, I go back into the kitchen, and she's 'washed-up'. Note how carefully I used the word, as there were still food, yes, flecks of food on my dishes and FAT from the roast in my roasting tin. YUM. I almost threw up, I had to wash it all up again.
Now, you would think with everyone having some brains, since we're all at the big O (and it's not an orgasm, think of one of the top universities in the world), a brain is rather necessary.
As Gav said the other day though, it's not as if they aren't intelligent, we're all bright (well, I should hope I am, must be a reason they let me in) but that some people are so obtuse to other people around them. This lack of consideration for other pisses me off, I have never lived with people who have taken the mickey like them.
Rant over.
On a more pleasant note, one of the A is arriving on Tuesday for a few days and JH from home will be here next weekend so will be in London and then rushing around Oxford. No idea why he thought a weekend was long enough. :-)
Busy busy time, no time to do my lucrative hobby of gambling.
Although I am getting slightly disillusioned by it this weekend. At which point does your rate of return is not worth the effort? I am still trying to decide that.
I need a new career. All suggestions welcome.
*I think we can scratch writing and science if you've been reading my blog ;-)*
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