My Discordian Name is going to be Pope Tatterdemalion Susurrus. Yes.
Angel Passage
I’ve been listening to Angel Passage pretty much constantly for the last few days. It’s a brilliant piece of work, a psychogeography of the life of William Blake, a songline of love and creation, joy and despair. Alan still hasn’t topped “The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels”/”Birth Caul” combo for me (although I suspect that an audio recording of Snakes and Ladders might come very close), but while it may not flip switches in my brain, it’s still lovely, especially that last track…
Entry
And winning today’s “Spectacular Cleverness” award:
I was sitting here working, when I was overcome by a sneezing fit/dust reaction. So, I thought I’d go out for a walk, blow the cobwebs away, and generally refresh myself.
I stepped out the back door, heard it shut behind me, and then realised it was raining. Pissing it down, in fact. Bugger, I thought, mentally cancelling my walk, and reaching for my keys to go back inside, then realising with terrible clarity exactly where I’d left my keys – on top of a speaker in my bedroom.
Mercifully, Andrew arrived home about twenty minutes later, so I got only slightly soaked.
The moral of the story? There is no moral. But I should always keep my keys on me.
Start
For some reason, I have started waking up absurdly early. It’s pissing me off.
And now, I’m going to the pub.
Trousers
I note that Lyssa has much the same reaction to nu-metal kids as I do. Something along the lines of “It’s not like it was back in my day…”
Mostly, it’s the trousers that frighten me. I feel like stopping them them in the street and demanding that they show me their feet, just so I know that they’ve got some under the scary, scary trousers.
Kodo
Was at the Barbican last night, seeing Kodo live. If you weren’t there, and lets face it, you probably weren’t, then you missed out on one of the most impressive and beautiful experiences going. They were fucking amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. One of those experience you just know you’ll never forget.
Early Rise
I woke up at 5am this morning, and was unable to get back to sleep. So I listened to Alan Moore, then had a shower and went to work. It’s not even nine o’clock yet, and I’ve been in the office over an hour.
Reflections
Westminster Bridge, down by the Thames at midnight, surrounded by my friends, listening to Big Ben chime. Staring out across the water, at the reflections of the the lights on the Embankment, not saying very much, just thinking…
I love my life.
Cheering
I’m slightly heartened to find that several of my friends had early websites were very nearly as risible as my own. Because I like these people, I shall not tell you who they are, or where to find the URLS.
Archive
This archive of websites is one of the coolest things I have ever seen. It is made only slightly less cool by the fact that they have my very first website on there, assembled when I was about 18 and very sad indeed. I’m not telling you what URL it was on, no. I’ll say only this: It opened with a picture of a skull, and song lyrics.
I want to travel back in time and kick myself in the head until I die. But still, the fact that someone has but together an archive of old websites that comprehensive is fabulous, if a little scary.