|Spraz:||Make food, preferably.|
|Spraz:||Why but you're always making food.|
|Me:||Not anymore no I'm not, those days are over. (struggles to keep a straight face)|
Sheryl was sweet and got us a whole bounty from Europe. So nice to receive gifts once in awhile. The mag is obviously not from there but I like mags.
I am a horrible weakling. Got home from the one appointment and errand, and felt beat, dried up, like a little sultana. Moreover, the shin of my right limb keeps hurting now and then if I’ve been doing alot of walking. I should have never fallen into that dumb ditch but I guess all sorts of accidents can, will and must occur.
Immigration, a perpetual hot topic in American politics, is moving to center stage in the Senate this week. The issues at hand are manifold, and Getty Images photographer John Moore has explored many of them, from border security and undocumented labor to deportations and citizenship proceedings.
Each then has a spectrum & yada yada…… 67 of my own words.
A couple days ago, an anon asked about interviews where Noel and Julian discuss how they write together.
They talk about it a bit in this interview starting at 1:41.
They answer the question “What’s the process like when you’re creating a new show?” in this print interview.
That tricky, immeasurable thing. Ya and I having a rubbish conversation about fame and popularity(which I’m pretty certain aren’t QUITE the same thing).
*’she’ refers to Jess whom we think we ought to bribe into not telling the world how weird we are.
Had a nasty encounter today and am presently coughing. The spraz responded to my recount exactly like I knew it would — awfully dismissive. Dad had more to say(as he usually does), mummy… is off on a pilgrimage. Banana(nicknamed for its yellow jammies), exclaimed cutely, then went back to her own devices.
I feel ill but have to visit the café later, as well as go settle bills(as those are reaching the point where further avoidance would have some shitty consequences). My phone is suddenly unable to play music, which is just real shit. Should I have been hacked, I hope whoever it was that hacked me(I don’t have the slightest inkling), gets hacked in turn.
All things shitty aside, I am enjoying my magical new cellphone case(we each got ourselves one yesterday), and eagerly anticipating hearing more from Leoneo. While I have considered the fact that I may be an overly-trusting beastie, I haven’t had any real reason to be sorry. Well, not yet I haven’t.
Life is to blame for everything
(installation in front of the Hayward Gallery)
The word sling is also urban slang for illegal drug peddling/just selling things. It also just means throw, which I asked this magazine lady to do with a writing topic. She didn’t, and has yet to continue the email exchange(even after I - somewhat daunted - came up with a minute writing sample)… Guess my work isn’t dope enough. 😟😖😫
The glow of an atomic bomb test draws Las Vegas casino workers in March 1953.Photograph by Volkmar K. Wenztel, National Geographic
Simmons Hall Light Well- MIT - Steven Holl by Scott Norsworthy