Time: 10pm (ish) on Sunday Night
Date: Sept 13, 2009
Location: Home - London (Kilburn - aka 'Kill and Burn')
Feeling: stressed and disorganised
Currently reading: Bleak House - Dickens.
I don't know why I have such big gaps in my writing. I spend a bit of time each day planning the entries and ideas that I would want to expound on ... and yet... Hmm.
So... where are ... Basic update
1) Just came back from a week in Mallorca. Not bad.
2) Told work that not coming back to Aust. Now just have to call Managing partner and ask for a transfer. *Shudder*.Needless to say I'm procrastinating. Can someone give me a kick?
3) Finished my internship at you-know-where (not mentioning any names should someone decide to sue. I should know. Haha) - it was not great. Far from mind blowing actually.
4) Parents coming into London tomorrow for 5 days.
5) I am addicted to an online game called Evony. Don't ask.
6) I've discovered I have a lactose intolerance. Eeek.
7) Don't watch 'Funny People'. Ever. No matter how much they pay you.
Well, that's enough of all that boring stuff....
What was it that I was planning to write?
Something was bothering me last few weeks. It's articulation of ideas. Or inadequacy of language to convey the ideas. Or perhaps the inadequacy of MY language to convey the depth of the ideas. I've been struggling with interesting / philosophical conversation lately because as soon as I put something into words it becomes banal...
And don't get me started on the pronounciation of the word 'banal'. It makes me thinking of vomitting a banana milkshake. Perhaps I shall start using the word 'trite'. Or cliche. Ideas?
So now I have a phobia of meaningful conversations. I don't know if I can adequately express myself without bringing to mind the forceful expulsion of banana milkshake from the insides of one's stomach. Even when I am drunk, I cringe... Eek.
Good books... Hmm. Straw dogs - HIGHLY recommend. Poisonwood bible - interesting, learnt much about Congo, some characters could've used another dimension. Just finished 'Divided Kingdom' by Rupert Thomson (where United Kingdom gets divided into 4 quarters based on personality types. Interestingly enough I didn't even notice the pun until it was used in the same sentence towards the end of the book. I blame Pina Coladas for breakfast, which according to the beach house bartender could knock out a horse. I worry when they say things like that. Actually, no. I don't. I just drink up and pretend it's pineapple juice.
There was one quote in the book that really struck me - so much so I ended up re reading it several times and highlighting. Whilst the idea it expresses is far from new (but then, is there anything new out there to be expressed?), the way it is expressed seemed poignant to me. I think it's positioning in the book was also critical to making the point. It may not mean much to you when I say it (it will sound banal!) but I have to write it down now, as you will be curious. And I want to capture it for myself also.
"No one ever bothers to imagine how alone other people are"
So true. *Sigh*
