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A long lazy Saturday draws to a close. Just realised that 2010's apparently a big deal - new decade and all. I figured it would only be a big thing for the planning commissions.

Reached the halfway mark on my holiday. Sniff. Wound the day down with the bro's cooking, leftovers for dinner, sampling the effect of Cointreau on Christmas cake (and off it) and quality time with dad and his music collection, especially Winehouse and "Valerie".

Going to sleep now, amid an abundance of Christmassy love.

Home's the best.
 

Coldplay in my head

So you lost your trust,
And you never should have, you never should have,
But don't break your back,
If you ever see this,
Don't answer that.

In a bullet proof vest,
With the windows all closed,
I'll be doing my best,
I'll see you soon,
In a telescope lens,
And when all you want is friends,
I'll see you soon.

So they came for you,
They came snapping at your heels,
They come snapping at you heels,
But don't break your back,
If you ever see this,
Don't answer that.

In a bullet proof vest,
With the windows all closed,
I'll be doing my best,
I'll see you soon,
In a telescope lens,
And when all you want is friends,
I'll see you soon,
I'll see you soon.

I know you lost your trust,
I know you lost your trust,
Don't lose your trust,
I know you lost your trust

Mass Hypnosis. I use it all the time.

Eunice Kathleen Weymon was born in 1933 to a Methodist minister and a handyman/barber in North Carolina. She became an incredible musician and singer as well as a passionate civil rights activist.

She explored an entire spectrum of emotions, diving from intense highs to melancholic lows in both her music and her personal life - the High Priestess of Soul was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder somewhere in the mid-1960s. Her voice...Hm. Her voice. Just listen.



Nina Simone's obituary in The Telegraph is here.

Paris Sunrise #7

Leaving you tonight with some Ben Harper, and The Fray.

"There are certain people you just keep coming back to...sometimes the hardest thing and the rightest thing are the same." 

- The Fray, All at Once

Imagine an elephant with one of these

Waiting

Illustration - Quentin Blake, one of my favourites

It turned 10.30, and people started drifting in. A few solitary lights lit up the windows, but no one moved inside. Someone came out, one more hour, she said. We sat on his brother’s scooter, playing a guitar and singing because that is what all of us do when we are together. People called, phones rang, a light went off, a gate opened.

We spattered forward, moved back. False alarms, bathroom breaks, the principal went in. We watched for the slightest sign that our vigil could end, gaping at the shadowy oompa loompa figures behind the windows. One more hour.

You were sitting in her room, waiting. Bated breath; acid reflux; too much F&H coffee; too much more riding on this than you would have liked.

12 am and it should have been done by now. Now the windows were opening so they could gape at our vicarious nervousness. Someone inside walked over and drank a glass of water. Some people left. Soon, very soon.

A door screeched inside. Fifteen more minutes passed and we clothed them in conjecture. The board descended and we rose to intercept it.


You made it.


But, of course.

New and Improved

So, my attention span's been getting shorter and without my morning cup of coffee I've been keeling over sideways in my morning lectures. I'm not even sure what that's a symptom of, but I choose to believe it's a sign from the universe that it's time to overhaul this blog. Watch this space, peopleses.