There, the title was one for Flower as I know it is engraved up on a certain wall in prison. It is engraved there in its entirety, however.
Today was a fine day, I had reproaches hurtled at me for the better part of the morning and then my flute broke. Candy, my flute, is my oldest instrument and is unspeakably dear to me. She is not overly-wrecked, yet the piping around B & A is in a sorry state indeed.
Sticky-finger sister looked really good today, although she needed to chanel-it a little bit ('always take off the last thing you out on' - referring to over embellishment). Her eyelashes were very well done, so much so that I told her I'd blog about it. And lo and behold, I display again my amazing memory for useless information and my lack of priority to have something else better to do. Pardon the cynical snip snip snip.
Did a photo-shoot, was pleasant enough. I am usually very much the lone-diva-wolf who simply does not like working with other models. Its not a competition, its simply because I don't want to end up having to work with a complete cat of a girl who is prissy and will insist on talking about some new horrible regurgitation of Stephanie Meyer. Can I get a 'BLECH! GROSS' from any random member of the audience?
The girl I worked with today, lovely asian model (formerly signed by Disease Models), was a real delight. Her agent recently moved to Beijing and so work has been thin on the ground. I talked with her about the usual things (lighting malfunctions, university, my extreme love of fruit-tips the candy) and I recommended two agencies to her. She's got a lovely face, and that really is the best word I can think of to describe it... its not cute-sey or super-angular, and she doesn't look like an alien (thank dear god that trend in on the way out, walk of the runway you invaders from mars). Zooms for Giselle.
Did some shots with a lute and a flute, artistic kinds of portraits, all that jazz. Simply because we had such delightful props at our disposal. After which we got started on the actual promotional stuff that ultimately made for some nice shots, or so I believe.
Took a lot of photos that will ultimately be bedecked with logos and all that, and hopefully not all of them shall be posted on the ether.
Speaking tomorrow to another merry conglomeration about Antigone and Orwells 1984. Excitement in the realms? Excitement.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Wednesday 21 January 2009
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Hail To The Chief
Stayed up until 1 in Hong Kong to watch the inauguration of President Barack Obama.
Riches & Britches
What an interesting past this and that is has been!
Well well well seems I've a new Captain to concern myself with, as Contemporary is being doubly silent. Oh oh so much for so much. There is a nasty rumor circulating about me in Prison, one that manifests in the statement that I am a complete coquette who will make myself horizontal for any passing male.
Well, there is a difference between disregarding male pride in any respect and loosing ones own. Fortunately, I do not care a fig for the males of Prison so far as I can see. They all seem most supremely dunderheadish...
This rumor is amusing, in that it entails that someone actually bothered to get up and make up things about me. I pity who ever this is, as they have a complete lack of imagination. Honestly? You couldn't come up with anything worse than that I was a common-or-garden coquette?
This is only surpassed in its entertainment value by the interesting rumor circulating that both me and Flower have obtained odd ruptures.
I have a distinct knowledge of who has started these pathetic excuses for revenge. Chup is no doubt behind the one of my conduct, as to the one concerning Flower and I's punctures... well I don't give a fag-end.
Chup is an inmate of no imagination and certainly little to puny moral balance, and he is the only inmate who may have a little vendetta set up against me. You see, I've done nothing wrong when it concerns that individual (at least, not intentionally or with my being aware) other than perhaps the fact I'd given my best friend all the dirt on his anatomy and its... irregularities. Proportions are funny things.
Captain Contemporary has been completely out of touch, while one of his acquaintances of an entirely unpleasant and miraculously tiresome nature will insist upon being irritating to me. So correspondence has fallen into a hapless nothing and truth be told, anyway, particular items of a rather immense significance were not immense or significant and certainly not particularly either... if you get my meaning.
Considering there has been no official me and some-other-swashbuckler I am free to do as I please and I must admit that it is this power that is affording me a great deal of interesting shades of feeling to explore. First and foremost is the growing desire for money and revenge... a not untypical mindset in Hong Kong. Our economy is based on money, our society on revenge. Perhaps that is an extreme epigram but it most certainly makes me smirk. So, bite me.
Flower brings me tidings of some such individual by the name of Serpiente (blog name, for now). I very much desire to view this person, as Serpiente sounds a fine specimen. I say specimen as that is how I have come to view most organisms surrounding me.
Mahi-Mahi, Glinda and I went for Triple-O's today. Glinda and Mahi-Mahi eat Triple-O'h whereas I usually spend my time and money in the restaurant with them, with a coffee from the near by Starbucks. Mocha me. We spoke of interesting things, most of which concerned that old favourite I have afore mentioned... Money and revenge.
And while this standard of riches and britches makes its pretty shapes around us, we learn that love is expendable, and more expensive than cheap thrills and spills.
Been speaking with Captain Cello much of late, our topic of conversation being mainly music. This is that other Captain I spoke of earlier.
Put it this way, however many Iliads may dock their extremes Poseidon still rules the sea.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Well well well seems I've a new Captain to concern myself with, as Contemporary is being doubly silent. Oh oh so much for so much. There is a nasty rumor circulating about me in Prison, one that manifests in the statement that I am a complete coquette who will make myself horizontal for any passing male.
Well, there is a difference between disregarding male pride in any respect and loosing ones own. Fortunately, I do not care a fig for the males of Prison so far as I can see. They all seem most supremely dunderheadish...
This rumor is amusing, in that it entails that someone actually bothered to get up and make up things about me. I pity who ever this is, as they have a complete lack of imagination. Honestly? You couldn't come up with anything worse than that I was a common-or-garden coquette?
This is only surpassed in its entertainment value by the interesting rumor circulating that both me and Flower have obtained odd ruptures.
I have a distinct knowledge of who has started these pathetic excuses for revenge. Chup is no doubt behind the one of my conduct, as to the one concerning Flower and I's punctures... well I don't give a fag-end.
Chup is an inmate of no imagination and certainly little to puny moral balance, and he is the only inmate who may have a little vendetta set up against me. You see, I've done nothing wrong when it concerns that individual (at least, not intentionally or with my being aware) other than perhaps the fact I'd given my best friend all the dirt on his anatomy and its... irregularities. Proportions are funny things.
Captain Contemporary has been completely out of touch, while one of his acquaintances of an entirely unpleasant and miraculously tiresome nature will insist upon being irritating to me. So correspondence has fallen into a hapless nothing and truth be told, anyway, particular items of a rather immense significance were not immense or significant and certainly not particularly either... if you get my meaning.
Considering there has been no official me and some-other-swashbuckler I am free to do as I please and I must admit that it is this power that is affording me a great deal of interesting shades of feeling to explore. First and foremost is the growing desire for money and revenge... a not untypical mindset in Hong Kong. Our economy is based on money, our society on revenge. Perhaps that is an extreme epigram but it most certainly makes me smirk. So, bite me.
Flower brings me tidings of some such individual by the name of Serpiente (blog name, for now). I very much desire to view this person, as Serpiente sounds a fine specimen. I say specimen as that is how I have come to view most organisms surrounding me.
Mahi-Mahi, Glinda and I went for Triple-O's today. Glinda and Mahi-Mahi eat Triple-O'h whereas I usually spend my time and money in the restaurant with them, with a coffee from the near by Starbucks. Mocha me. We spoke of interesting things, most of which concerned that old favourite I have afore mentioned... Money and revenge.
And while this standard of riches and britches makes its pretty shapes around us, we learn that love is expendable, and more expensive than cheap thrills and spills.
Been speaking with Captain Cello much of late, our topic of conversation being mainly music. This is that other Captain I spoke of earlier.
Put it this way, however many Iliads may dock their extremes Poseidon still rules the sea.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Saturday 17 January 2009
Pander-Lexia
Frabjous tidings, my fellow samaritans (I know, I know, what a joke).
Beltbuckle has finally kicked himself where he belongs and opened up (and disrobed?) to she who has been tapping her foot and rolling her eyes for far too long. She's been metaphorically tapping her foot and rolling her eyes because those things are unbecoming to this charming lady who gesticulates in french.
Alas, mate, has been too long.
Anywhoodle, I should start from Zero [as the street tag goes]
Friday, then, my dear nothings.
Friday was spent in doing absolutely jack-squat until the afternoon where I actually managed to harass myself out of my stupor-minded state (something that burning out writing the day before will do to you). I did some yoga at Pure for a bit, it was a really good class and the instructor was superb.
Night was spent going out to Balalaika, just to give my Ola's and Howdy's.. although admittedly it was because Herbert was there and he had afore mentioned that he would hurl a book at my visage if he saw me. Naturally I realized my deep disregard for my features (Flower helped on this one, by smashing her face into them at an art fair we went to ages ago).
Ooh, I must scadaddle to Yoga!
Shizzer, I've got to run, more later my loveies.x
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Beltbuckle has finally kicked himself where he belongs and opened up (and disrobed?) to she who has been tapping her foot and rolling her eyes for far too long. She's been metaphorically tapping her foot and rolling her eyes because those things are unbecoming to this charming lady who gesticulates in french.
Alas, mate, has been too long.
Anywhoodle, I should start from Zero [as the street tag goes]
Friday, then, my dear nothings.
Friday was spent in doing absolutely jack-squat until the afternoon where I actually managed to harass myself out of my stupor-minded state (something that burning out writing the day before will do to you). I did some yoga at Pure for a bit, it was a really good class and the instructor was superb.
Night was spent going out to Balalaika, just to give my Ola's and Howdy's.. although admittedly it was because Herbert was there and he had afore mentioned that he would hurl a book at my visage if he saw me. Naturally I realized my deep disregard for my features (Flower helped on this one, by smashing her face into them at an art fair we went to ages ago).
Ooh, I must scadaddle to Yoga!
Shizzer, I've got to run, more later my loveies.x
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Tuesday 13 January 2009
I Shove You
Wednesday finds me most amused by the antics of my dear fellows, namely Glinda.
I saw her today in the morning, if such a time of wakefulness can ever be referred to as a morning, and she took one look at my garb and said 'laundry day?' alas that lass knows me far too well.
Anywhoodle, I spoke today to some lollygaggers about my literary magazine, while trying not to notice that the green tape on the mic was peeling off and causing my grip on it to be ever so slightly uneven.
Spent a while on the phone yesterday with Stickyfinger-sister, talking about everything and nothing... our usual topic of conversation. She said she'd obtained a top for me from Cotton-On, and that she liked it so much she was just going to keep it. That girl is truly priceless.
Stickyfinger-Sister also has been on a positive lexis rampage, glutting herself (something that she needs to do more often due to her intensely tiny waist-size) on vocabulary. She said something about a Spanish ship in the morning, to which I replied 'a Galleon?' and later on we talked about her new found words such as 'filibuster', 'misdemeanor' ect.
Spoke to some authors today about more this that and the other things. Woman from ‘Women In Publishing’ spoke to me as well, trying to get me to e-mail her and obtain connections or some such blethers. I don’t really know if I desire to be associated with such a group, from what she said it sounded a little bit Opra for me taste… And I already have some interesting individuals to confer with if I want to flap my face noisily about literature.
Speaking of which, next week I’m talking about a particular text to 1200 students, and a 100-odd conglomeration of staff members… trying to kick some life into a generally senseless crowd about books. Thought of doing a speech on A.Huxleys ‘A Brave New World’ and Othello, because of the connections … but the crowd may be a little young. Hoping to hop back to NYC this summer to Columbia U and do some more poetry jazz.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
I saw her today in the morning, if such a time of wakefulness can ever be referred to as a morning, and she took one look at my garb and said 'laundry day?' alas that lass knows me far too well.
Anywhoodle, I spoke today to some lollygaggers about my literary magazine, while trying not to notice that the green tape on the mic was peeling off and causing my grip on it to be ever so slightly uneven.
Spent a while on the phone yesterday with Stickyfinger-sister, talking about everything and nothing... our usual topic of conversation. She said she'd obtained a top for me from Cotton-On, and that she liked it so much she was just going to keep it. That girl is truly priceless.
Stickyfinger-Sister also has been on a positive lexis rampage, glutting herself (something that she needs to do more often due to her intensely tiny waist-size) on vocabulary. She said something about a Spanish ship in the morning, to which I replied 'a Galleon?' and later on we talked about her new found words such as 'filibuster', 'misdemeanor' ect.
Spoke to some authors today about more this that and the other things. Woman from ‘Women In Publishing’ spoke to me as well, trying to get me to e-mail her and obtain connections or some such blethers. I don’t really know if I desire to be associated with such a group, from what she said it sounded a little bit Opra for me taste… And I already have some interesting individuals to confer with if I want to flap my face noisily about literature.
Speaking of which, next week I’m talking about a particular text to 1200 students, and a 100-odd conglomeration of staff members… trying to kick some life into a generally senseless crowd about books. Thought of doing a speech on A.Huxleys ‘A Brave New World’ and Othello, because of the connections … but the crowd may be a little young. Hoping to hop back to NYC this summer to Columbia U and do some more poetry jazz.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Tram-vestites
So and so long?
Today was a marvellous day in certain respects... Lollygagged in bed until around 11 or so, and then fell out of it on the right side. Not a bad start to a tuesday, as far as tuesdays go. Had a delightfully interesting photoshoot, after I fell out of the afore mentioned right side of bed.
In involved wearing a cobalt blue get-up and black heels, (wait for it) on the roof of a (wait for it) tram... moving through hong kong at wind-friendly speeds. The afternoon was therefore spent teetering around on this anceint tram, for this is one of the old-style trams that were in use when HK was a british colony.
There were some orchestral swashbucklers in black aswell, providing some interesting shiny objects (an oboe, a cello,a violin, french horn, ect) and we were all truly freezing when the archaic tram would canter along throgugh central. Plebians were taking photos from the glass bridges and humming side-walks of this fine specimen of a city.
After that interesting hootenany, Glinda & I hit up IFC and then Pier 3 for the delightfully cheap libations they provide, although I merely enjoyed their reduction on the price of their coffee. Their coffe is by no means bad, and so I entertained myself by sipping one... and blowing bubbles when the more sophisticated eye was turened.
Captain Contemporary's brother was atop p3, along with some other folks. I had a brief conversation with him and his cronies/friends. I said that the other day was the first ever time I had ridden in a golf-cart and Captain Contemporary's brother asks if it was thiers.
Startled I asked if he was indeed the hermano of my good crime-fighting partener, and he said he was and thanked me for the twizzlers. I had bought a package of them from Canada. He had gotten a haircut, and so I had not recognized him.
Later on talked to his elder Contemporary, who did not seem happy at all. Indeed his texts to me today have had no affectionate embelishments whatsoever, and I spoke with Glinda about paranoia and puncuation when I was confued about how to end a particular communication.(.../?/x)
'When it doubt, do all three!' She exclaimed, and I chortled in my highly unattractive tenor... something I do when I have only female company.
Glinda looked very good today, she was wearing blue, and so if her eyes popped out of her head anymore they would have been rolling around on the pavement.
I must fly, knife, fliberty and pursuit of crappyness awaits me.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Today was a marvellous day in certain respects... Lollygagged in bed until around 11 or so, and then fell out of it on the right side. Not a bad start to a tuesday, as far as tuesdays go. Had a delightfully interesting photoshoot, after I fell out of the afore mentioned right side of bed.
In involved wearing a cobalt blue get-up and black heels, (wait for it) on the roof of a (wait for it) tram... moving through hong kong at wind-friendly speeds. The afternoon was therefore spent teetering around on this anceint tram, for this is one of the old-style trams that were in use when HK was a british colony.
There were some orchestral swashbucklers in black aswell, providing some interesting shiny objects (an oboe, a cello,a violin, french horn, ect) and we were all truly freezing when the archaic tram would canter along throgugh central. Plebians were taking photos from the glass bridges and humming side-walks of this fine specimen of a city.
After that interesting hootenany, Glinda & I hit up IFC and then Pier 3 for the delightfully cheap libations they provide, although I merely enjoyed their reduction on the price of their coffee. Their coffe is by no means bad, and so I entertained myself by sipping one... and blowing bubbles when the more sophisticated eye was turened.
Captain Contemporary's brother was atop p3, along with some other folks. I had a brief conversation with him and his cronies/friends. I said that the other day was the first ever time I had ridden in a golf-cart and Captain Contemporary's brother asks if it was thiers.
Startled I asked if he was indeed the hermano of my good crime-fighting partener, and he said he was and thanked me for the twizzlers. I had bought a package of them from Canada. He had gotten a haircut, and so I had not recognized him.
Later on talked to his elder Contemporary, who did not seem happy at all. Indeed his texts to me today have had no affectionate embelishments whatsoever, and I spoke with Glinda about paranoia and puncuation when I was confued about how to end a particular communication.(.../?/x)
'When it doubt, do all three!' She exclaimed, and I chortled in my highly unattractive tenor... something I do when I have only female company.
Glinda looked very good today, she was wearing blue, and so if her eyes popped out of her head anymore they would have been rolling around on the pavement.
I must fly, knife, fliberty and pursuit of crappyness awaits me.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Sunday 11 January 2009
Longbottom Leaf
Here we are, then, my friends at the dawn of a new year.
Anywhoodle, friday saw me across the newly widened river styx to greet someone considerably higher up the naval rank than a ferry man, even though I seriously doubt weather it could ever extend into a profession.
Was in such delightful company, I'd elaborate exquisitely on the details but I think that it would be best to keep those particulars safely in my head.
The only problem was that that day I was having a seriously hideous day. I'd spent the morning exfoliating, quite forgetting my appointment, and so looked like an absolute abomination to existence when I showed up. I was also ill and continually mortified by the immense imbalance in physical appearance, model though I may be, I was ill and actually ate a meal that day.
Granted, I did not pay for it.
It was self-explanatory panini.
I do not think the waiter understood my order for coffee, as it needed to be translated.
Watched more Flight Of The Choncords that night, it was delightfully funny. I just wish I wasn't so damn ugly that day, anywhoodle...
The really distressing this was that the next day I had a very good one (physically) with spiffy hair and what not, this was not amusing. But fate has its ways of playing its hateful little tricks on me.
Got a nice chunky tip today at work, did a show for a bunch of hairy children who were possibly the most vigorously irritating conglomeration of ignoramus infants I have ever chanced upon. By god, but they were hairy. Truly, yetis would have run for their archaic purses.
Did a simple little magic trick in the show, they all went nuts, I essentially filled the children with as much processed sugar as I could so as to retrieve from their vapid depths a twitch of motivation. As it transpired the children turned out to be interested only in themselves and were rude to their superiors. I worked with Glinda, and fear deeply that I may have offended her in the morning. It is still irritating me, nagging at me in my head to be more careful with my choice of words.
Captain contemporary and I listened to a good deal of metal the other day, it is so charming to listen to such music without the usual load of slandering. Orion is such a great track. We spoke of the bunk flying. Also listened to some Jimmy and I have found a new liking for guitar, much though I did adore it before it was never in my eyes much of an elegant or musically malleable instrument... yet Captain Contemporary is actually changing my mind about its versatility. With the aid of the lute, (not terribly different, at least not as different as harmonicas and pyro-organs) namely the pieces by Dowland.
I was most delighted to hear Glinda (soprano, I believe) singing Dowlands 'Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite' and I must say she did a truly superb job. Her support is particularly fantastic for the refrain of 'to sing, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die with thee again...'
I would have told her at the time yet I was worried it may receive an odd look, so decided to blog about it instead. What an age we live in. Truth be told the number I truly desired to do of Dowlands Lute works is 'Flow My Tears' or 'Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me?'
Captain Contemporary was lending a fine ear to 'Marriage of Fiargo' the other day, although I must admit I never did like too much strictly classical music, I find a lot of Mozart 'not my stchtick.' Hence, the title
'Baroque Girl Mastermind (comes with free dictionary)'
The dance 'Fear No Danger / The Baske' from Purcells Dido & Aeneas is continually stuck in my head. Its so fantastic. I've the recording of The Academe of Ancient Music (which would explain the incredible technical mastery). Was singing 'When I Am Laid In Earth' while trotting to work today. Got some odd looks, but alas, I would have anyway. Its the price one pays for literally trotting.
Speaking of music, I received as one of my christmas presents a compilation of late Baroque German music, which actually includes Pachelbels Canon. Well, I suppose I should own a copy of it at last. Its a little bit like having Symphony number 9 of Beethoven, Fur Elsie, or Claire De Lune (Claude Debussy). One never actually thinks of going out and getting it, and it seems comical to actually own. Or at least that is how I see it.
This Hugo work is taking forever to finish, because I've no time for reading. Zounds.
Currently listening to Purcell Fantaszias (Bb Major, to be precise). Its certainly less elaborate that some of the other works of his I have heard, obviously, but is just so pleasing in its lulling manner. I almost giggled today, but I stopped myself just in time.
Oh, now its F Major. This one sounds a tad like a scalic. Mmmm.
Flower & I Have a new place to sit around and be useless in. Its a charming corner of this decrepit world that treats us well and has some truly delicious drafts, although we only sampled a very little.
I hated that my boss actually called a particular person I know, and spoke to her. I hate that so much.
Musical reccomendation time. Schuberts String Quartets are something truly extraordinary. Naxos Vol. 7
Jackass reported that I verbally berated him. What right pussy, had to run to another indifferent ear. Well, it isn't my fault or concern that he looked positively repulsive. I have no idea what I saw, mind you I was short sighted at the time. (technology has now taken care of my myopia)
I do hope Glinda is feeling better tomorrow, she was really down today, I think she mentioned that she was sick. Flower went to protest about all those goings on in Gaza. I hate how people get blindly fanatic about matters such as this, passion is one thing but loosing the capability to have rational comprehension of your opposers points is ridiculous.
I've read the reports, seen the news, (infrequently, admittedly as I never watch tv) and the papers and still do not understand why they cannot coexist in the same place. We do it HK, NYC, just to name a few. (those are two places that I'm familiar with, and so use them as examples).
I'd best fly soon. Been reading 'The Love Song OF J Alfred Prufrock' despite that that vapid whore was quoting it quite at the air when last we were on amiable terms. It is a great work, one of my favorite poems, had she not so stained it with her clumsily infected digits.
On the whole, my fellow blogworld, life is looking up. Good things are happening, and mainly, to me. Huzzah.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Anywhoodle, friday saw me across the newly widened river styx to greet someone considerably higher up the naval rank than a ferry man, even though I seriously doubt weather it could ever extend into a profession.
Was in such delightful company, I'd elaborate exquisitely on the details but I think that it would be best to keep those particulars safely in my head.
The only problem was that that day I was having a seriously hideous day. I'd spent the morning exfoliating, quite forgetting my appointment, and so looked like an absolute abomination to existence when I showed up. I was also ill and continually mortified by the immense imbalance in physical appearance, model though I may be, I was ill and actually ate a meal that day.
Granted, I did not pay for it.
It was self-explanatory panini.
I do not think the waiter understood my order for coffee, as it needed to be translated.
Watched more Flight Of The Choncords that night, it was delightfully funny. I just wish I wasn't so damn ugly that day, anywhoodle...
The really distressing this was that the next day I had a very good one (physically) with spiffy hair and what not, this was not amusing. But fate has its ways of playing its hateful little tricks on me.
Got a nice chunky tip today at work, did a show for a bunch of hairy children who were possibly the most vigorously irritating conglomeration of ignoramus infants I have ever chanced upon. By god, but they were hairy. Truly, yetis would have run for their archaic purses.
Did a simple little magic trick in the show, they all went nuts, I essentially filled the children with as much processed sugar as I could so as to retrieve from their vapid depths a twitch of motivation. As it transpired the children turned out to be interested only in themselves and were rude to their superiors. I worked with Glinda, and fear deeply that I may have offended her in the morning. It is still irritating me, nagging at me in my head to be more careful with my choice of words.
Captain contemporary and I listened to a good deal of metal the other day, it is so charming to listen to such music without the usual load of slandering. Orion is such a great track. We spoke of the bunk flying. Also listened to some Jimmy and I have found a new liking for guitar, much though I did adore it before it was never in my eyes much of an elegant or musically malleable instrument... yet Captain Contemporary is actually changing my mind about its versatility. With the aid of the lute, (not terribly different, at least not as different as harmonicas and pyro-organs) namely the pieces by Dowland.
I was most delighted to hear Glinda (soprano, I believe) singing Dowlands 'Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite' and I must say she did a truly superb job. Her support is particularly fantastic for the refrain of 'to sing, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die with thee again...'
I would have told her at the time yet I was worried it may receive an odd look, so decided to blog about it instead. What an age we live in. Truth be told the number I truly desired to do of Dowlands Lute works is 'Flow My Tears' or 'Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me?'
Captain Contemporary was lending a fine ear to 'Marriage of Fiargo' the other day, although I must admit I never did like too much strictly classical music, I find a lot of Mozart 'not my stchtick.' Hence, the title
'Baroque Girl Mastermind (comes with free dictionary)'
The dance 'Fear No Danger / The Baske' from Purcells Dido & Aeneas is continually stuck in my head. Its so fantastic. I've the recording of The Academe of Ancient Music (which would explain the incredible technical mastery). Was singing 'When I Am Laid In Earth' while trotting to work today. Got some odd looks, but alas, I would have anyway. Its the price one pays for literally trotting.
Speaking of music, I received as one of my christmas presents a compilation of late Baroque German music, which actually includes Pachelbels Canon. Well, I suppose I should own a copy of it at last. Its a little bit like having Symphony number 9 of Beethoven, Fur Elsie, or Claire De Lune (Claude Debussy). One never actually thinks of going out and getting it, and it seems comical to actually own. Or at least that is how I see it.
This Hugo work is taking forever to finish, because I've no time for reading. Zounds.
Currently listening to Purcell Fantaszias (Bb Major, to be precise). Its certainly less elaborate that some of the other works of his I have heard, obviously, but is just so pleasing in its lulling manner. I almost giggled today, but I stopped myself just in time.
Oh, now its F Major. This one sounds a tad like a scalic. Mmmm.
Flower & I Have a new place to sit around and be useless in. Its a charming corner of this decrepit world that treats us well and has some truly delicious drafts, although we only sampled a very little.
I hated that my boss actually called a particular person I know, and spoke to her. I hate that so much.
Musical reccomendation time. Schuberts String Quartets are something truly extraordinary. Naxos Vol. 7
Jackass reported that I verbally berated him. What right pussy, had to run to another indifferent ear. Well, it isn't my fault or concern that he looked positively repulsive. I have no idea what I saw, mind you I was short sighted at the time. (technology has now taken care of my myopia)
I do hope Glinda is feeling better tomorrow, she was really down today, I think she mentioned that she was sick. Flower went to protest about all those goings on in Gaza. I hate how people get blindly fanatic about matters such as this, passion is one thing but loosing the capability to have rational comprehension of your opposers points is ridiculous.
I've read the reports, seen the news, (infrequently, admittedly as I never watch tv) and the papers and still do not understand why they cannot coexist in the same place. We do it HK, NYC, just to name a few. (those are two places that I'm familiar with, and so use them as examples).
I'd best fly soon. Been reading 'The Love Song OF J Alfred Prufrock' despite that that vapid whore was quoting it quite at the air when last we were on amiable terms. It is a great work, one of my favorite poems, had she not so stained it with her clumsily infected digits.
On the whole, my fellow blogworld, life is looking up. Good things are happening, and mainly, to me. Huzzah.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Sunday 4 January 2009
Saturday Bites Live
Greetings,
Well well well... now back in the lovely land of hootenany! I am so delighted to be back, even though it means going back to the slof of work on monday.
The first thing I did when I got off the fifteen hour flight, and this is before sleep or food, I cleaned myself and went straight out.
And who should I run into? None other than an individual who used to donn only becoming shades (if any hue can be said to be becoming of that personage) of black, dark black and faded black (with the dollop of red or white, naturally) and now I perceive this person over the salty brim of 'welcome home tobasco' as wearing a break-back mountain jacket and decidedly homosexual accesories.
I can hate a person but respect them for their acheivements, but bad taste is something that causes involentary vomiting.
By the way, I've nothing against homosexuals, that would be massively hypocritial, my ex-girlfriend would agree.
I spoke that night primarily with Stickyfinger-sister, she is well and working I beleive. I wish her all the luck with her art, it seems that her current undertaking may require an undertaker and rate at which she is working. if that makes any kind of gramatical sense.
She has recently happened upon 'A Clockwork Orange' a novel I adore, and am willing to discuss with strangers most of the time. It was very good to talk to her again, I missed her greatly while voyaging.
I must sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Well well well... now back in the lovely land of hootenany! I am so delighted to be back, even though it means going back to the slof of work on monday.
The first thing I did when I got off the fifteen hour flight, and this is before sleep or food, I cleaned myself and went straight out.
And who should I run into? None other than an individual who used to donn only becoming shades (if any hue can be said to be becoming of that personage) of black, dark black and faded black (with the dollop of red or white, naturally) and now I perceive this person over the salty brim of 'welcome home tobasco' as wearing a break-back mountain jacket and decidedly homosexual accesories.
I can hate a person but respect them for their acheivements, but bad taste is something that causes involentary vomiting.
By the way, I've nothing against homosexuals, that would be massively hypocritial, my ex-girlfriend would agree.
I spoke that night primarily with Stickyfinger-sister, she is well and working I beleive. I wish her all the luck with her art, it seems that her current undertaking may require an undertaker and rate at which she is working. if that makes any kind of gramatical sense.
She has recently happened upon 'A Clockwork Orange' a novel I adore, and am willing to discuss with strangers most of the time. It was very good to talk to her again, I missed her greatly while voyaging.
I must sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Thursday 1 January 2009
Happy Zoo Year
Its new years day, I'm not in HK, I'm not with my friends. Commence major gripe.
Been working half a tail off on a presentation I'm to do when I make my glorious return to the big 852. Rebellion in Antigone, 1984 (Antigone/Julia). I'm basing most of it around the usual kumquat-sized wisdom, although I'm considering altering it for 'Hedonism in 1984/Oceania (orwell)' we shall see. It seems a much easier topic and one that would be less easy to parrot.
Herd briefly from Flower & Glinda, no news yet from Captain Contemporary (I am not terribly felicitous when contemplating Captain Contemporary, at least of late. More on this later). I miss the threatening threesome so much that I am actually becoming faintly wretched. Anymore wholesome ambling about in winter wonderlands with frolicking vertically impaired humans will cause me minor cranial internal bleeding... its. not. my. scene.
Flower tagged me in a note on facebook, was very sweet to read and makes it so I am most impatient to be back at her side... Pier 3 beckons with its glinting cheapness and corona extras.
In vancouver at present.
New years day, bitterly cold, the streets are iced and glare out at the sky in streaks of mud and frozen expressions. The rain comes down in half-frozen tatters and all canada appears to be huddled underground for cover. So I go on an outing to the Zoo. Naturally.
It appeared to be a most miserable prospect at first, but then some truly lovely things happened. We were the only, i repeat ONLY guests in the entire Zoo, and this is an enormous one. Everything from bears to giraffes to tigers and what not. After we entered the one staff member working put on the track that looped for the day. A mix of pretend rainforest tunes and peruvian fluting (I hope I've made you proud, Glinda). On approaching the enclosure with Cheetah, a most marvelous thing happened.
The cheetah leapt out of the cave, went right up to the fence, looked up boldly to behold out frost-bitten forms. And burst into a positive flurry of purring. Such delight! I also saw a gigantic fiery tiger take a gargantuan crap in the snow. A fulfilling day.
I have a cousin, who is seven and today dressed in a red pillow-like aparatus that I beleive canadians call jackets.
We discovered the cougars were following him, as far as they might.
For breakfast I meandered across the street to Mcdolalds (felt the fat in the air attack my abdomen upon the first step on the threshold) and helped myself to the biggest coffee the ordered. Luncheon today was four huge cups of iced-tea and a bit of tortilla... fitting, I'd just finished 'Like Water For Chocolate'
Currently reading some Baudelaire works, and Victor Hugo. Managed to get my paws on some more Purcell and what not.
Now, on the matter of mister modern.
I suppose it is a little cheap to put out this information on the ether for any prying eye to spy, yet I doubt it is overly destructive, as its nothing too serious.
- MJCK -
Now for the social update
I've recently fallen into relations with a charming individual, one who is certainly more worthy than the disaster of Chup or the bigger disaster of Jackass, (the list of conquests goes on, believe me) and so far things have proven most dandy. Admittedly, I do not usually have such trusting relations from the start of meeting someone, although something about this individual made it so that I trusted him more than I do most. Males are, if we are to believe Flower, Jhonnie & Evolution, expendable.
Anywhoodle, we got along swimmingly.. although now I am maddened by his superfluous ability to stagnate social adaptation and maturation. It grieves me to note his inexplicable attitude towards solidifying what already is.
It grieves me, but in all honesty does not surprise me. I'm yet to meet a man with balls.
Also, I have not been in town for the new years, and am apprehensive as to what I may discover upon my return. As well as being feeble, I've known the ridiculous feminine antithesis to be fickle.
I was somewhat stung by the lack of official alteration, and I know this to be most persnickety... yet what can I say, revenge is sweeter than wine. And real affection rings truer than revenge, so I just want to know once and for all, or the devil take this whole situation. Pardon me, been Victor Hugo-ing far too oft.
I don't know quite what to do about this Captain, and I LOATHE dithering. And I know that I'm being overly-sensitive. Perhaps its because of the lack of that kind of affection for quite a while now.
Perhaps I just need a toy.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Been working half a tail off on a presentation I'm to do when I make my glorious return to the big 852. Rebellion in Antigone, 1984 (Antigone/Julia). I'm basing most of it around the usual kumquat-sized wisdom, although I'm considering altering it for 'Hedonism in 1984/Oceania (orwell)' we shall see. It seems a much easier topic and one that would be less easy to parrot.
Herd briefly from Flower & Glinda, no news yet from Captain Contemporary (I am not terribly felicitous when contemplating Captain Contemporary, at least of late. More on this later). I miss the threatening threesome so much that I am actually becoming faintly wretched. Anymore wholesome ambling about in winter wonderlands with frolicking vertically impaired humans will cause me minor cranial internal bleeding... its. not. my. scene.
Flower tagged me in a note on facebook, was very sweet to read and makes it so I am most impatient to be back at her side... Pier 3 beckons with its glinting cheapness and corona extras.
In vancouver at present.
New years day, bitterly cold, the streets are iced and glare out at the sky in streaks of mud and frozen expressions. The rain comes down in half-frozen tatters and all canada appears to be huddled underground for cover. So I go on an outing to the Zoo. Naturally.
It appeared to be a most miserable prospect at first, but then some truly lovely things happened. We were the only, i repeat ONLY guests in the entire Zoo, and this is an enormous one. Everything from bears to giraffes to tigers and what not. After we entered the one staff member working put on the track that looped for the day. A mix of pretend rainforest tunes and peruvian fluting (I hope I've made you proud, Glinda). On approaching the enclosure with Cheetah, a most marvelous thing happened.
The cheetah leapt out of the cave, went right up to the fence, looked up boldly to behold out frost-bitten forms. And burst into a positive flurry of purring. Such delight! I also saw a gigantic fiery tiger take a gargantuan crap in the snow. A fulfilling day.
I have a cousin, who is seven and today dressed in a red pillow-like aparatus that I beleive canadians call jackets.
We discovered the cougars were following him, as far as they might.
For breakfast I meandered across the street to Mcdolalds (felt the fat in the air attack my abdomen upon the first step on the threshold) and helped myself to the biggest coffee the ordered. Luncheon today was four huge cups of iced-tea and a bit of tortilla... fitting, I'd just finished 'Like Water For Chocolate'
Currently reading some Baudelaire works, and Victor Hugo. Managed to get my paws on some more Purcell and what not.
Now, on the matter of mister modern.
I suppose it is a little cheap to put out this information on the ether for any prying eye to spy, yet I doubt it is overly destructive, as its nothing too serious.
- MJCK -
Now for the social update
I've recently fallen into relations with a charming individual, one who is certainly more worthy than the disaster of Chup or the bigger disaster of Jackass, (the list of conquests goes on, believe me) and so far things have proven most dandy. Admittedly, I do not usually have such trusting relations from the start of meeting someone, although something about this individual made it so that I trusted him more than I do most. Males are, if we are to believe Flower, Jhonnie & Evolution, expendable.
Anywhoodle, we got along swimmingly.. although now I am maddened by his superfluous ability to stagnate social adaptation and maturation. It grieves me to note his inexplicable attitude towards solidifying what already is.
It grieves me, but in all honesty does not surprise me. I'm yet to meet a man with balls.
Also, I have not been in town for the new years, and am apprehensive as to what I may discover upon my return. As well as being feeble, I've known the ridiculous feminine antithesis to be fickle.
I was somewhat stung by the lack of official alteration, and I know this to be most persnickety... yet what can I say, revenge is sweeter than wine. And real affection rings truer than revenge, so I just want to know once and for all, or the devil take this whole situation. Pardon me, been Victor Hugo-ing far too oft.
I don't know quite what to do about this Captain, and I LOATHE dithering. And I know that I'm being overly-sensitive. Perhaps its because of the lack of that kind of affection for quite a while now.
Perhaps I just need a toy.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
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