Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Leaving for New York City in the morning!!!
Will be AWOL for the next few days, but hopefully next week I'll be able to stun you with the wonders of the coming days....oh the celebrities, oh the wonderful food, OH THE 5-STAR LUXIOUS DOUBLE BEDS!!!!!!!!!!!
New York, New York is currently stuck in my head.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!
;)
posted by sordaria @ 7:42 PM
Will be AWOL for the next few days, but hopefully next week I'll be able to stun you with the wonders of the coming days....oh the celebrities, oh the wonderful food, OH THE 5-STAR LUXIOUS DOUBLE BEDS!!!!!!!!!!!
New York, New York is currently stuck in my head.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!
;)
posted by sordaria @ 7:42 PM
Monday, May 30, 2005
Very strange, and unexpected day.....slightly confusing, slightly bewildering....but quite good. Brain needs time to sort through this one.
Got another sunburn. But worth it, I'd say.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 7:42 PM
Got another sunburn. But worth it, I'd say.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 7:42 PM
Friday, May 27, 2005
You know what's great about going to see an orchestra?
WATCHING them.
Now, I know that sounds a bit weird -- you go to an orchestra to HEAR them.
BUT...if you fix your gaze slightly above the players, so that they're only in your peripheral visions...the music takes on a visual form. Each swell of music is achieved by a large wave of hands pushing bows upwards....marching chords are a result of marching bows across strings...ascending and descending lilting lines are performed by dancing hands stepping up and down frets with nimble dexterity.
Watching an orchestra is amazing...you can literally see the music.
That was tonight -- I watched the Oxford orchestra play out music from the movies...the scariest part was when they played the murder scene from Psycho....watching the violins, violas and cellos stab the air was mildly unnerving. Yet fabulous.
Good night. :)
posted by sordaria @ 7:19 PM
WATCHING them.
Now, I know that sounds a bit weird -- you go to an orchestra to HEAR them.
BUT...if you fix your gaze slightly above the players, so that they're only in your peripheral visions...the music takes on a visual form. Each swell of music is achieved by a large wave of hands pushing bows upwards....marching chords are a result of marching bows across strings...ascending and descending lilting lines are performed by dancing hands stepping up and down frets with nimble dexterity.
Watching an orchestra is amazing...you can literally see the music.
That was tonight -- I watched the Oxford orchestra play out music from the movies...the scariest part was when they played the murder scene from Psycho....watching the violins, violas and cellos stab the air was mildly unnerving. Yet fabulous.
Good night. :)
posted by sordaria @ 7:19 PM
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
OKay folks, this is it.
TOMMORROW SUMMER VIII's STARTS!!
(this is the big rowing bumping races for those of you who don't hang around me enough to have heard me talk about nothing else for the past 6 weeks).
I row at 4ish wednesday through friday, and then at 3ish on saturday. If you're in the area, COME DOWN AND WATCH!! Drink some pimms, watch the crashes, it's all good. The best place is defintiely Donny Bridge, as all the action happens basically within its viewpoints. The view from teh boathouses is genearlly boring because everyone has bumped by then. Except my boathouse -- we have a fabulous view. There are advantages to being so poor you get bumped to the end of the course. :)
Anyway, off to bed to digest this massive crew pasta dinner, and prep for tommorrow.
Off to dream of lycra.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:00 PM
TOMMORROW SUMMER VIII's STARTS!!
(this is the big rowing bumping races for those of you who don't hang around me enough to have heard me talk about nothing else for the past 6 weeks).
I row at 4ish wednesday through friday, and then at 3ish on saturday. If you're in the area, COME DOWN AND WATCH!! Drink some pimms, watch the crashes, it's all good. The best place is defintiely Donny Bridge, as all the action happens basically within its viewpoints. The view from teh boathouses is genearlly boring because everyone has bumped by then. Except my boathouse -- we have a fabulous view. There are advantages to being so poor you get bumped to the end of the course. :)
Anyway, off to bed to digest this massive crew pasta dinner, and prep for tommorrow.
Off to dream of lycra.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:00 PM
Talking to D is always interesting. She studies religion, and since that's a topic I know next to nothing about, she's always got something cool to tell me. Besides, she's so into it that her enthusiasm is infectious. :)
The other day we got to talking about people who profess to be Christian -- pull the moral line about heaven and hell, and are convinced they are going to heaven because they have 'accepted Jesus', and maybe go to church...and yet, in regular life, simply do not hold to any of the ideals that 'christianity' seems (at least to me) to endorse. ie. they're mean, self-righteous, hateful, spiteful, etc. Or simply do things like use birthcontrol or have pre-marital sex -- and still call themselves devote catholics, who will be going to heaven leaving the rest of us in eternal suffering.
And this reminded me of something I had noticed last month while I was travelling. Sometimes, the people who have the most to say about lofty ideals are crap at instituting them at ground level. I witnessed people profess the virtues of human equality and justice and these large-scale ideals of human worth -- but then, when it came to everyday life, they'd be insulting to a cab driver. Or, make a lot of noise and switch on lights when they came home late drunk and their roomates were sleeping. It just seems to me that somewhere along the line, people dissassociated common everyday respect from world-scale respect. Where do they think human equality, respect, dignity -- basic human rights -- are going to come from, if not begun in everyday acts of normalcy? I wish I could explain this clearer, but the words aren't flowing right. It just annoys me when people profess such huge ideals and then don't see that they're trampling on them in their everyday life. It's a dichotomy -- a detached dichotomy, if you will.
(Thanks C, for the unrequested use of your terminology. ;))
posted by sordaria @ 7:33 AM
The other day we got to talking about people who profess to be Christian -- pull the moral line about heaven and hell, and are convinced they are going to heaven because they have 'accepted Jesus', and maybe go to church...and yet, in regular life, simply do not hold to any of the ideals that 'christianity' seems (at least to me) to endorse. ie. they're mean, self-righteous, hateful, spiteful, etc. Or simply do things like use birthcontrol or have pre-marital sex -- and still call themselves devote catholics, who will be going to heaven leaving the rest of us in eternal suffering.
And this reminded me of something I had noticed last month while I was travelling. Sometimes, the people who have the most to say about lofty ideals are crap at instituting them at ground level. I witnessed people profess the virtues of human equality and justice and these large-scale ideals of human worth -- but then, when it came to everyday life, they'd be insulting to a cab driver. Or, make a lot of noise and switch on lights when they came home late drunk and their roomates were sleeping. It just seems to me that somewhere along the line, people dissassociated common everyday respect from world-scale respect. Where do they think human equality, respect, dignity -- basic human rights -- are going to come from, if not begun in everyday acts of normalcy? I wish I could explain this clearer, but the words aren't flowing right. It just annoys me when people profess such huge ideals and then don't see that they're trampling on them in their everyday life. It's a dichotomy -- a detached dichotomy, if you will.
(Thanks C, for the unrequested use of your terminology. ;))
posted by sordaria @ 7:33 AM
Monday, May 23, 2005
Only 2 more sleeps until lycra clad boaties start playing bumper boats.
The butterflies are beginning to flap.
posted by sordaria @ 7:13 PM
The butterflies are beginning to flap.
posted by sordaria @ 7:13 PM
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Arrgh.
More drama than I care for has thrown itself into my life over the past 24 hours. Something I thought was over and done and locked away, only to be viewed with sentimental feelings and memories has suddenly spouted an angry head, and is nailing me with its lack of resolution.
A walk home in the rain gives you too much time to think.
posted by sordaria @ 10:28 PM
More drama than I care for has thrown itself into my life over the past 24 hours. Something I thought was over and done and locked away, only to be viewed with sentimental feelings and memories has suddenly spouted an angry head, and is nailing me with its lack of resolution.
A walk home in the rain gives you too much time to think.
posted by sordaria @ 10:28 PM
Was told today that I should be 'more discrete'.
Coming from a guy that cheats on his girlfriend, I'm going to take that as a compliment.
Wouldn't ever want to be capable of THOSE levels of 'discreteness'.
posted by sordaria @ 2:02 PM
Coming from a guy that cheats on his girlfriend, I'm going to take that as a compliment.
Wouldn't ever want to be capable of THOSE levels of 'discreteness'.
posted by sordaria @ 2:02 PM
Thursday, May 19, 2005
New song obsession: Still Fighting It, by Ben Folds Five.
Wicked lyrics, and beautiful melody....I love the guy's voice too...it's got this pure quality to it....
So what's new with me? WELL....hmm..not much really. I have been working away on this presentation for my dissertation tommorrow....I think I've been able to work it enough so I'll be able to fool 'em into thinking I've done work. Am Chauffed.
Have today and tommorrow off from rowing...which is FABULOUS. It's like christmas come early. Also, it's a great thing because my back as started to bother me again...which is NOT good, considering last time this happened I had to take a year off from the sport. Come on back..gimme one more week...after Summer 8s you can crap out for a while if you need to.
Watched a video from Torpids (rowing bumps races in the winter) today with Jorge....you know you're a rowing geek when you both sit there, agog, saying things like, 'oh man..that was beautiful'...'god, LOOk at those finishes...'....''ooooooooooo {insert drool}'.....although, to be totally seriously about it, I do think there's a strong element of beauty in rowing. The key to a good crew is togetherness...symetry..rhythm....and when it all works, whenever everyone moves, stretches, slides and breathes together....the result is actually incredibly beautiful. Don't laugh. It's true.
The more I talk about rowing though, the more I realize how funny the language is. Only in rowing do you have coxes, do lots of stroking, get a great catch and can catch crabs.
Inuendo anyone?
On a last note, a new woman has moved into our floor, and without introducing herself to any of us, has started putting up signs in the hallways for us all to be quiet. Now, we are about as quiet as you could hope any communal dorm to be -- the loudest thing around this floor are the doors, which make a 'swooshing' sound when they close. It's irritating me to a LARGE degree, and so far I'm retaliating by taking down the signs and crumpling them up....forcefully. I'm a rebel, I know.
Becca, I'm insanely jealous of you right now. Hope you're enjoying the beach. :)
posted by sordaria @ 3:58 PM
Wicked lyrics, and beautiful melody....I love the guy's voice too...it's got this pure quality to it....
So what's new with me? WELL....hmm..not much really. I have been working away on this presentation for my dissertation tommorrow....I think I've been able to work it enough so I'll be able to fool 'em into thinking I've done work. Am Chauffed.
Have today and tommorrow off from rowing...which is FABULOUS. It's like christmas come early. Also, it's a great thing because my back as started to bother me again...which is NOT good, considering last time this happened I had to take a year off from the sport. Come on back..gimme one more week...after Summer 8s you can crap out for a while if you need to.
Watched a video from Torpids (rowing bumps races in the winter) today with Jorge....you know you're a rowing geek when you both sit there, agog, saying things like, 'oh man..that was beautiful'...'god, LOOk at those finishes...'....''ooooooooooo {insert drool}'.....although, to be totally seriously about it, I do think there's a strong element of beauty in rowing. The key to a good crew is togetherness...symetry..rhythm....and when it all works, whenever everyone moves, stretches, slides and breathes together....the result is actually incredibly beautiful. Don't laugh. It's true.
The more I talk about rowing though, the more I realize how funny the language is. Only in rowing do you have coxes, do lots of stroking, get a great catch and can catch crabs.
Inuendo anyone?
On a last note, a new woman has moved into our floor, and without introducing herself to any of us, has started putting up signs in the hallways for us all to be quiet. Now, we are about as quiet as you could hope any communal dorm to be -- the loudest thing around this floor are the doors, which make a 'swooshing' sound when they close. It's irritating me to a LARGE degree, and so far I'm retaliating by taking down the signs and crumpling them up....forcefully. I'm a rebel, I know.
Becca, I'm insanely jealous of you right now. Hope you're enjoying the beach. :)
posted by sordaria @ 3:58 PM
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I am right now listening to Jeff Buckley's rendition of Hallelujah.
So far, I have yet to shed a tear.
This is huge for me.
posted by sordaria @ 6:41 PM
So far, I have yet to shed a tear.
This is huge for me.
posted by sordaria @ 6:41 PM
Monday, May 16, 2005
Okay. Let's have a little chat about construction workers, shall we? Okay.
Now...are they trying to live up to their stereotype...or are they REALLY like that?
You know the stereotype..the one where they whistle and cat call at girls as they walk past?
Cause today was the day of the construction worker.
Unfortunately, said construction workers are camped out outside my normal library, and probably will be there for the week. I use this library every day, and have to walk past their little site 4 plus times a day...coming, going, lunch and coffee breaks....and this is getting uncomfortable.
The first walk past them this morning I was met only with stares. That I can handle. I just walk faster and stare at the interesting spot that just appeared on my shoes.
The second walk past them one of them (an old guy, OF COURSE) looked up and smiled his missing-teeth gappy smile and said, 'Helloooo there!' rather grossly. And I smiled weakly and hurried on. The third walk, same guy rocked back on his heels, stared me up and down, and said loudly, 'You're bloody gorgeous'. I, severely embarrassed, said 'thank you' and hurried inside the library to the guys yelling something about a phone number.
Now..there is nothing special about ME in this. I'm sure these guys do this to everything female that walks past. It's just REALLY ANNOYING because I have to KEEP walking past them for the next 4 or so days......I left the library super late today just because I wanted them to be done and gone so I wouldn't have to face it again.
Sigh. Sidewalk harrassment. I wouldn't mind it so much if I thought it was genuine..I'd just take the embarrassing compliment and get on with my day smiling. However, the fact that it's the construction worker stereotype personified to the max just creeps me out.
The joys of being female sometimes.
In other news, the burn is slowly fading into a tan....although the shoulders and chest are still a deep deep red. I am just so incredibly stupid sometimes. Dah well. Thank god we're not social Darwinists. :)
posted by sordaria @ 6:19 PM
Now...are they trying to live up to their stereotype...or are they REALLY like that?
You know the stereotype..the one where they whistle and cat call at girls as they walk past?
Cause today was the day of the construction worker.
Unfortunately, said construction workers are camped out outside my normal library, and probably will be there for the week. I use this library every day, and have to walk past their little site 4 plus times a day...coming, going, lunch and coffee breaks....and this is getting uncomfortable.
The first walk past them this morning I was met only with stares. That I can handle. I just walk faster and stare at the interesting spot that just appeared on my shoes.
The second walk past them one of them (an old guy, OF COURSE) looked up and smiled his missing-teeth gappy smile and said, 'Helloooo there!' rather grossly. And I smiled weakly and hurried on. The third walk, same guy rocked back on his heels, stared me up and down, and said loudly, 'You're bloody gorgeous'. I, severely embarrassed, said 'thank you' and hurried inside the library to the guys yelling something about a phone number.
Now..there is nothing special about ME in this. I'm sure these guys do this to everything female that walks past. It's just REALLY ANNOYING because I have to KEEP walking past them for the next 4 or so days......I left the library super late today just because I wanted them to be done and gone so I wouldn't have to face it again.
Sigh. Sidewalk harrassment. I wouldn't mind it so much if I thought it was genuine..I'd just take the embarrassing compliment and get on with my day smiling. However, the fact that it's the construction worker stereotype personified to the max just creeps me out.
The joys of being female sometimes.
In other news, the burn is slowly fading into a tan....although the shoulders and chest are still a deep deep red. I am just so incredibly stupid sometimes. Dah well. Thank god we're not social Darwinists. :)
posted by sordaria @ 6:19 PM
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Today was awefully close to being pretty much the best day ever.
:)
Waking up slightly hungover, I pulled back curtains to reveal a day from heaven -- sunny skies and WARMTH. I had a lazy breakfast with house mates and unoffical house mates on our patio, and then proceeded to sit out there for a few hours, soaking in the rays, after deciding that it was too nice out to possbily fathom doing work.
Feeling slightly anzy, however, we eventually got into public-friendly clothing, went and bought some picnic-y snacks, and went down through Christ Church meadow and down to the river, to lie in teh sun, eat salsa and watch the crews go by. It was beautiful.....just beautiful. A few families of geese strutted by with their new goslings, the parents overly protective and hissing at any person unlucky enough to get to close...people spilling over every inch of free grass, soaking in the rays. Eventually it was my turn to take to the river, and I capped off the day with a row in the fadding evening light and warmth, before returning home to write my essay in the dark, having fully enjoyed the sun and the warmth.
Of course, one consequence of this, is that now I have the WORST SUNBURN EVER. I am SERIUOSLY LOBSTER FACE. It's really bad. I look ridiculous. Am going to have to evaluate whether I can actually leave my house tommorrow, or if it's just way too embarrassing.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:06 PM
:)
Waking up slightly hungover, I pulled back curtains to reveal a day from heaven -- sunny skies and WARMTH. I had a lazy breakfast with house mates and unoffical house mates on our patio, and then proceeded to sit out there for a few hours, soaking in the rays, after deciding that it was too nice out to possbily fathom doing work.
Feeling slightly anzy, however, we eventually got into public-friendly clothing, went and bought some picnic-y snacks, and went down through Christ Church meadow and down to the river, to lie in teh sun, eat salsa and watch the crews go by. It was beautiful.....just beautiful. A few families of geese strutted by with their new goslings, the parents overly protective and hissing at any person unlucky enough to get to close...people spilling over every inch of free grass, soaking in the rays. Eventually it was my turn to take to the river, and I capped off the day with a row in the fadding evening light and warmth, before returning home to write my essay in the dark, having fully enjoyed the sun and the warmth.
Of course, one consequence of this, is that now I have the WORST SUNBURN EVER. I am SERIUOSLY LOBSTER FACE. It's really bad. I look ridiculous. Am going to have to evaluate whether I can actually leave my house tommorrow, or if it's just way too embarrassing.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:06 PM
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Well life, that was two curve balls in one night. If someone really is up there pulling strings then must have been having a ball with me tonight. It was almost funny -- especially the first one. I mean...RANDOM....
So, two kinda hard things in one night, and yet, one can see the humour in it. Well, if not humour, at least the sentimental smile.
posted by sordaria @ 11:04 PM
So, two kinda hard things in one night, and yet, one can see the humour in it. Well, if not humour, at least the sentimental smile.
posted by sordaria @ 11:04 PM
JAMES! I have just now noticed you comment. Glad to have you as a blog-reader, and even HAPPIER to have you as a music supplier. :)
I would LOVE that mp3 (and any others of the garden state soundtrack you just happen to have lying around..heh heh heh).
The question is, however, how we're gonna do this. Neither of us wants to put our email address up on this forum...hmmm...I'll have a think on it.
And now, off to a bbq. God, I love summer.
posted by sordaria @ 1:09 PM
I would LOVE that mp3 (and any others of the garden state soundtrack you just happen to have lying around..heh heh heh).
The question is, however, how we're gonna do this. Neither of us wants to put our email address up on this forum...hmmm...I'll have a think on it.
And now, off to a bbq. God, I love summer.
posted by sordaria @ 1:09 PM
Well folks, it was nice knowing you all.
I say this, because I might be dead in the next 10 minutes, I don't know.
I am currently finding it hard to breathe and am coughing up both lungs.
It's wonderful.
Note: do NOT do 2km erg tests when you're already sick....it is NOT good for those wishing to continue their lives past the following hour....
happy saturday though. Have a bbq to go to night at the jamster's. Should be good times. I love lazy saturday evenings outside....must bundle up though. This spring is NOT what it should be!
posted by sordaria @ 9:15 AM
I say this, because I might be dead in the next 10 minutes, I don't know.
I am currently finding it hard to breathe and am coughing up both lungs.
It's wonderful.
Note: do NOT do 2km erg tests when you're already sick....it is NOT good for those wishing to continue their lives past the following hour....
happy saturday though. Have a bbq to go to night at the jamster's. Should be good times. I love lazy saturday evenings outside....must bundle up though. This spring is NOT what it should be!
posted by sordaria @ 9:15 AM
Friday, May 13, 2005
Not exactly sure what I'm about to write. I'm a little bit drunk, due to a German/Dutch night with my MCR (I now know how to say copious phrases in both these languages....I'm practially quatralingual...if that's even a word) and then New College (am very unimpressed at the early closing hour of that MCR's parties.....). But unfortunately, drunkeness makes me ramble. Really, I should just stop writing now...because god knows what's about to come out of my brain and through these fingers.
I guess, sometimes, I don't understand myself. How can I want something now so badly, that I had no idea I wanted even a week ago? Maybe it's simply a factor of that old mantra, you want what you can't have. In any case, it's frustrating. And just a little bit sad.
But anyway. My life lately has been rowing, sleeping and a little bit of work. Unfortunately, very little work. Today I got recruited by the men's crew to come sub in for them, so it was two outings today...so literally, today I did NOTHING but crew, sleep, eat, crew, sleep -- and then some socializing. I feel like a real athlete.
haha
Also, I realized something interesting tonight too. I saw one of the Oxford blues rowers tonight...this 6'7, blond-haired god like creature. Being obsessed with rowing, I've put the oxford blue's crew up on this enormous pedestal....and of course, he was surrounded by women drooling.
The funny thing was, I had absolutely NO desire to talk to him (not that I had the option....he wasn't exactly pushing people over to come chat me up) -- but even if he had, there's something about guys who basically can have anyone that just turns me off.
God...I am so rambling away. Definitely time to stop.
Anyway, goodnight friends. Hope you all had good fridays. :)
posted by sordaria @ 8:15 PM
I guess, sometimes, I don't understand myself. How can I want something now so badly, that I had no idea I wanted even a week ago? Maybe it's simply a factor of that old mantra, you want what you can't have. In any case, it's frustrating. And just a little bit sad.
But anyway. My life lately has been rowing, sleeping and a little bit of work. Unfortunately, very little work. Today I got recruited by the men's crew to come sub in for them, so it was two outings today...so literally, today I did NOTHING but crew, sleep, eat, crew, sleep -- and then some socializing. I feel like a real athlete.
haha
Also, I realized something interesting tonight too. I saw one of the Oxford blues rowers tonight...this 6'7, blond-haired god like creature. Being obsessed with rowing, I've put the oxford blue's crew up on this enormous pedestal....and of course, he was surrounded by women drooling.
The funny thing was, I had absolutely NO desire to talk to him (not that I had the option....he wasn't exactly pushing people over to come chat me up) -- but even if he had, there's something about guys who basically can have anyone that just turns me off.
God...I am so rambling away. Definitely time to stop.
Anyway, goodnight friends. Hope you all had good fridays. :)
posted by sordaria @ 8:15 PM
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINZ!!!
'da wife' is the big 2-3 today!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much celebrating to be done.
But first -- shower. Early morning ergs does not make me conducive to social interaction.
;)
posted by sordaria @ 6:46 AM
'da wife' is the big 2-3 today!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much celebrating to be done.
But first -- shower. Early morning ergs does not make me conducive to social interaction.
;)
posted by sordaria @ 6:46 AM
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Okay.
So, I know I go on and on about music on this thing A LOT. It's just that in the last year or two I've discovered how incredible good music can be...lyrics that feel as if they've been pulled out of your very own life...or just describe things in such an amazing way....or have that slight twist that just makes them SO interesting.....
I don't know what I'd do without it.
Anyway, so I've been ranting about this Colin Hay song recently. For those of you unlucky enough never to have heard it, I'm posting the lyrics. They're so simple...but god, do they ever capture that feeling of being completely unable to get past someone. That feeling of carrying on with your life -- not being unhappy -- just having this constant ache that's been pushed down far enough not to affect every day life, but still weighs you down just a little.
I think that's why I like good music so much...it makes you feel like you're part of a collective -- proves to you that you're not alone in all of this....someone else has felt this too.
I Don't Think I'd Ever Get Over You -- Colin Hay
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
posted by sordaria @ 7:18 PM
So, I know I go on and on about music on this thing A LOT. It's just that in the last year or two I've discovered how incredible good music can be...lyrics that feel as if they've been pulled out of your very own life...or just describe things in such an amazing way....or have that slight twist that just makes them SO interesting.....
I don't know what I'd do without it.
Anyway, so I've been ranting about this Colin Hay song recently. For those of you unlucky enough never to have heard it, I'm posting the lyrics. They're so simple...but god, do they ever capture that feeling of being completely unable to get past someone. That feeling of carrying on with your life -- not being unhappy -- just having this constant ache that's been pushed down far enough not to affect every day life, but still weighs you down just a little.
I think that's why I like good music so much...it makes you feel like you're part of a collective -- proves to you that you're not alone in all of this....someone else has felt this too.
I Don't Think I'd Ever Get Over You -- Colin Hay
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
posted by sordaria @ 7:18 PM
Okay, my internet-addicted friends -- I desperately need your help.
I have quickly become addicted to a few songs on my mansfield network, which are currently unavailable to me, and hence, i'm having a meltdown. If ANYONE can download me these two songs, I will be forever grateful:
Colin Hays -- I don't think I'd ever get over you (Garden State Soundtrack)
Counting Crows -- Colorblind
Seriously. If you're back home - I'll buy you an India when I get home. Or a vodka OJ. Whatever.
If you're here...I'll buy you a pint. Or an umbrella. Whatever is more useful.
If you're anywhere else in Canada, US, Australia..uh....I'll send you a signed picture of the queen. You know you want it.
Anyway, that is my plea. HELP ME PLEASE.
A very distressed me.
posted by sordaria @ 7:26 AM
I have quickly become addicted to a few songs on my mansfield network, which are currently unavailable to me, and hence, i'm having a meltdown. If ANYONE can download me these two songs, I will be forever grateful:
Colin Hays -- I don't think I'd ever get over you (Garden State Soundtrack)
Counting Crows -- Colorblind
Seriously. If you're back home - I'll buy you an India when I get home. Or a vodka OJ. Whatever.
If you're here...I'll buy you a pint. Or an umbrella. Whatever is more useful.
If you're anywhere else in Canada, US, Australia..uh....I'll send you a signed picture of the queen. You know you want it.
Anyway, that is my plea. HELP ME PLEASE.
A very distressed me.
posted by sordaria @ 7:26 AM
Monday, May 09, 2005
Oh my god. I've just discovered another song to send me reeling into one of those moods where you can't do anything but lie on your back and let memories and emotions and life sweep over you....
'I don't think I'll ever get over you', by Colin Hay.
It's from the Garden State soundtrack. I fell in love with the soundtrack while watching the movie (I happily now own the Frou Frou album and am quite addicted to it), but I have yet to buy the soundtrack itself. This song may put me over the edge though, and make me fork out the 20 pounds.
It's absolutely beautiful....so simple....but it captures exactly that feeling....something about his voice too....
Stunning.
This one's on repeat for the next little while for sure.
God love networks and people who share their music libraries. :) You people are my absolute favorite.
posted by sordaria @ 7:21 PM
'I don't think I'll ever get over you', by Colin Hay.
It's from the Garden State soundtrack. I fell in love with the soundtrack while watching the movie (I happily now own the Frou Frou album and am quite addicted to it), but I have yet to buy the soundtrack itself. This song may put me over the edge though, and make me fork out the 20 pounds.
It's absolutely beautiful....so simple....but it captures exactly that feeling....something about his voice too....
Stunning.
This one's on repeat for the next little while for sure.
God love networks and people who share their music libraries. :) You people are my absolute favorite.
posted by sordaria @ 7:21 PM
Got sent an interesting quote in an email today -- from an intern we worked with in South Africa:
"Enjoy life, never let life enjoy you."
Am still thinking about this one. Think there's something in it though.
posted by sordaria @ 5:53 PM
"Enjoy life, never let life enjoy you."
Am still thinking about this one. Think there's something in it though.
posted by sordaria @ 5:53 PM
Sunday, May 08, 2005
So, I just had a shower, and have just realized that....
I am COMPLETELY COVERED in bruises.
Some of them are due to getting whacked with the boat and oars, but the rest of them have no definitive cause.
This weekend was harder on me than I thought.
posted by sordaria @ 6:44 PM
I am COMPLETELY COVERED in bruises.
Some of them are due to getting whacked with the boat and oars, but the rest of them have no definitive cause.
This weekend was harder on me than I thought.
posted by sordaria @ 6:44 PM
Wow.
Have rarely been this tired in all of my life.
Feel rather like have been hit by bus.
But worth it -- fantastic weekend.
Must go pass out in the river now....ah, the joys of hungover rowing. Maybe I should wear a life jacket.
posted by sordaria @ 2:08 PM
Have rarely been this tired in all of my life.
Feel rather like have been hit by bus.
But worth it -- fantastic weekend.
Must go pass out in the river now....ah, the joys of hungover rowing. Maybe I should wear a life jacket.
posted by sordaria @ 2:08 PM
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
I maintain that King Nancy writes the best lyrics pertaining to relationships of any band I have ever listened to. Seriously. These guys deserve a major record deal.
I swear -- it's like they took a survey of people's rocky roads and then wrote their songs based on EVERYONE'S experiences....because everyone can always relate.
'I don't want to feel content...I want to feel ecstatic. Won't you excite me?'
'I hope and I pray that you end up with me some day...but I'd really rather wish that you didn't.'
'If it was so sweet before, then why can't we do it again?'
'Maybe I'm a player in a tragedy I wrote'
'How many times must I apologize before you learn to accept?'
'Why'd you have to be so perfect? Couldn't you be wrong once in a while?'
'Make me feel necessary. Make me feel like you can't do without'
'I'll keep you grounded with your head in the clouds.'
And so on.
I love 'em.
posted by sordaria @ 7:05 PM
I swear -- it's like they took a survey of people's rocky roads and then wrote their songs based on EVERYONE'S experiences....because everyone can always relate.
'I don't want to feel content...I want to feel ecstatic. Won't you excite me?'
'I hope and I pray that you end up with me some day...but I'd really rather wish that you didn't.'
'If it was so sweet before, then why can't we do it again?'
'Maybe I'm a player in a tragedy I wrote'
'How many times must I apologize before you learn to accept?'
'Why'd you have to be so perfect? Couldn't you be wrong once in a while?'
'Make me feel necessary. Make me feel like you can't do without'
'I'll keep you grounded with your head in the clouds.'
And so on.
I love 'em.
posted by sordaria @ 7:05 PM
FREEDOM!!!
Two big 5000-word essays completed.
Still must edit, but basically done.
It's like the world just got the hell off my shoulders.
This is great.
SMILE.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:09 AM
Two big 5000-word essays completed.
Still must edit, but basically done.
It's like the world just got the hell off my shoulders.
This is great.
SMILE.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 8:09 AM
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Wow.
I got a ballot card yesterday.
This means I can vote in this country.
......
DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS????
Why the HELL should I be allowed to vote??
I'm not a citizen..I don't pay taxes (well, I do..but not any big ones)...I'm leaving the country in a few months and god knows when I will return.....I don't even know one example of a town in 'Lestershire'.....and I speak with an American accent.
This is f*d.
They better not do this in MY country.
posted by sordaria @ 11:45 AM
I got a ballot card yesterday.
This means I can vote in this country.
......
DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS????
Why the HELL should I be allowed to vote??
I'm not a citizen..I don't pay taxes (well, I do..but not any big ones)...I'm leaving the country in a few months and god knows when I will return.....I don't even know one example of a town in 'Lestershire'.....and I speak with an American accent.
This is f*d.
They better not do this in MY country.
posted by sordaria @ 11:45 AM
Monday, May 02, 2005
Hey all,
I have a request. If you're from Virginia, and you read this blog, could you just leave a comment saying so? It's not that I don't want you here....the more the merrier..it's just that my site meter is driving me nuts...I think it's broken, because who do I know in Virginia??? No one. That's right. So I'm confused.
Thanks!!
me :)
posted by sordaria @ 6:34 PM
I have a request. If you're from Virginia, and you read this blog, could you just leave a comment saying so? It's not that I don't want you here....the more the merrier..it's just that my site meter is driving me nuts...I think it's broken, because who do I know in Virginia??? No one. That's right. So I'm confused.
Thanks!!
me :)
posted by sordaria @ 6:34 PM
Sunday, May 01, 2005
This weekend was epic. EPIC. I'll try to record it here for prosperity, but it'll never translate properly into keystrokes. It's worth a try though. *deep breathe* Here goes:
So, Friday night Linz and I were invited (apparently we're a couple and unable to attend anything alone..haha..ha) to New College, guests of Michelle. Dinner was FABULOUS (who knew something called an aubergine could be so tasty?), and then we retired to the graduate bar, where they were offering the foolish deal of 2 pounds, all you can drink. Now, even remembering that this would be about 25 million canadian dollars (our LOVELY exchange rate), it was still a good deal, all things considerd. Now, New College (the term 'new' is a tad misleading, seeing how it was constructed sometime around 1100..but hey, in terms of Oxford time lines, that it is but a foetus) has this hill in its quad -- called the 'Squeeking Mound'. You stand at the bootom of it, and CLAP your hands, and then the echo sounds like a squeek. It's very odd. ANd when you are drunk, it is hella amusing. No comments please about the terms 'clap' and 'mound' being in the same sentence please. We are all adults here. At least I hope so. You'd better all have your IDs. Anyway, much drunken revelery was had at New College, which I won't report here seeing how I simply can't remember it. :)
After wards, Danielle and I were storm troopers and headed off to a big party at Linacre. Good times, until we had to flee as I was unable to convince a guy that grinding my leg and slapping my ass was not appealing to me. Then home to bed. :)
NOw...SATURDAY. SATURDAY WAS WADSTOCK. The illustrous Susan got me in to this all-day live music show in the quod of Wadham College, complete with sumo suit wrestling, bbq, jello shooters, giant jega blocks, and a beautiful sunny day. Spent some incredibly wonderful hours sitting in the grass, drinking beer and listening to the bands, and also watching Mark and Susan go one-on-one in the sumo suits (I have decided that they are a necessity for my wedding reception. BBQ and sumo suits. That's all I need. ) Around 10pm, I headed over to Hollywell Manor to meet some friends for the bop over there....and ran into pretty much everyone I have ever met in the last 2 years. Was great fun. But, the music sucked, so we headed over to Magdalen College, which was having it's night-long May Day bop. Now, for those of you who don't know what May Day is, I'm sorry. It's too odd to explain. Oxford is weird. That's all.
ANYWAY, ended up spending much of our time at Magdalen avoiding a strange girl and drunken undergrads, but danced like crazy, ran into a ton of people I knew...basically, a fabulous, fabulous time. Also, very very random...but can't go into it for the privacy of certain individuals concerned. Right, S? Right. :) My favorite part though was when random Robert came over with his 'Keep Off the Grass' Sign, which he had obviously walked onto the grass to get, and emphatically ordered us off the grass -- although we were standing on a cement walkway.
Around 2am, we started the search for trying to deduce a way OUT of the college (they lock teh doors, and it's always an interesting search fo a non-barred exit..last year I had to scale a wall). After successfully doing this, we headed to a kebab van. On route, we were insulted by a random brit who told us that canada was like an anglicized USA, which of course made no sense, and I told him to 'bugger off'. Was great use of the language. While at kebab stand, 4 boys dressed as the Blues Brothers complete with inflatable guitars came by and tried to steal our food -- they ended up serenading us on teh sidewalk in the rain...random RANDOM!
Next it was a stumble to Mansfield, where we trieed to stay awake with the undergrads on the lawn and drink cheap champagne, but by 3am we had been degeated and we headed home to bed. A final random occurence involved two boys and one bike, and them riding off into the sunset.
Ah....was eppic. Impossible to capture in words, but at least I'll be able to picture it again when I read this is in the future.
OH...and one last thing. Comments would be appreciated on this one. Is a legal contract still enforceable if it was made with the knowledge that the vulnerable party was greatly intoxicated, AND done so to exploit the greatest weakness (ie. addiction) of that vulnerable party?
Hmmmmmmmmmm?? I'm looking at you here, J.
I want that CD.
And on that note, it's most definitely and most certainly time for bed.
posted by sordaria @ 6:21 PM
So, Friday night Linz and I were invited (apparently we're a couple and unable to attend anything alone..haha..ha) to New College, guests of Michelle. Dinner was FABULOUS (who knew something called an aubergine could be so tasty?), and then we retired to the graduate bar, where they were offering the foolish deal of 2 pounds, all you can drink. Now, even remembering that this would be about 25 million canadian dollars (our LOVELY exchange rate), it was still a good deal, all things considerd. Now, New College (the term 'new' is a tad misleading, seeing how it was constructed sometime around 1100..but hey, in terms of Oxford time lines, that it is but a foetus) has this hill in its quad -- called the 'Squeeking Mound'. You stand at the bootom of it, and CLAP your hands, and then the echo sounds like a squeek. It's very odd. ANd when you are drunk, it is hella amusing. No comments please about the terms 'clap' and 'mound' being in the same sentence please. We are all adults here. At least I hope so. You'd better all have your IDs. Anyway, much drunken revelery was had at New College, which I won't report here seeing how I simply can't remember it. :)
After wards, Danielle and I were storm troopers and headed off to a big party at Linacre. Good times, until we had to flee as I was unable to convince a guy that grinding my leg and slapping my ass was not appealing to me. Then home to bed. :)
NOw...SATURDAY. SATURDAY WAS WADSTOCK. The illustrous Susan got me in to this all-day live music show in the quod of Wadham College, complete with sumo suit wrestling, bbq, jello shooters, giant jega blocks, and a beautiful sunny day. Spent some incredibly wonderful hours sitting in the grass, drinking beer and listening to the bands, and also watching Mark and Susan go one-on-one in the sumo suits (I have decided that they are a necessity for my wedding reception. BBQ and sumo suits. That's all I need. ) Around 10pm, I headed over to Hollywell Manor to meet some friends for the bop over there....and ran into pretty much everyone I have ever met in the last 2 years. Was great fun. But, the music sucked, so we headed over to Magdalen College, which was having it's night-long May Day bop. Now, for those of you who don't know what May Day is, I'm sorry. It's too odd to explain. Oxford is weird. That's all.
ANYWAY, ended up spending much of our time at Magdalen avoiding a strange girl and drunken undergrads, but danced like crazy, ran into a ton of people I knew...basically, a fabulous, fabulous time. Also, very very random...but can't go into it for the privacy of certain individuals concerned. Right, S? Right. :) My favorite part though was when random Robert came over with his 'Keep Off the Grass' Sign, which he had obviously walked onto the grass to get, and emphatically ordered us off the grass -- although we were standing on a cement walkway.
Around 2am, we started the search for trying to deduce a way OUT of the college (they lock teh doors, and it's always an interesting search fo a non-barred exit..last year I had to scale a wall). After successfully doing this, we headed to a kebab van. On route, we were insulted by a random brit who told us that canada was like an anglicized USA, which of course made no sense, and I told him to 'bugger off'. Was great use of the language. While at kebab stand, 4 boys dressed as the Blues Brothers complete with inflatable guitars came by and tried to steal our food -- they ended up serenading us on teh sidewalk in the rain...random RANDOM!
Next it was a stumble to Mansfield, where we trieed to stay awake with the undergrads on the lawn and drink cheap champagne, but by 3am we had been degeated and we headed home to bed. A final random occurence involved two boys and one bike, and them riding off into the sunset.
Ah....was eppic. Impossible to capture in words, but at least I'll be able to picture it again when I read this is in the future.
OH...and one last thing. Comments would be appreciated on this one. Is a legal contract still enforceable if it was made with the knowledge that the vulnerable party was greatly intoxicated, AND done so to exploit the greatest weakness (ie. addiction) of that vulnerable party?
Hmmmmmmmmmm?? I'm looking at you here, J.
I want that CD.
And on that note, it's most definitely and most certainly time for bed.
posted by sordaria @ 6:21 PM
