Digest #9: Bandages! Bandges! Bandages!, or: It is really hard to update this thing

panorama (kind of) at cambridge

I feel as though I never have much to say and then ramble on for God knows how long in the end. People who receive emails from me are often subjected to these awful novels of mine. I'll try to keep it short, though my previous draft was just a straight to the point list of things that I had done within the past couple of days: That didn't seem to work either. I'll try to be thorough and I suppose efficient.

elvis perkins in dearland
the enterprise, 15/2/2007

I think an unfortunate, but albeit key, point to start with is that fact that Rebecca has been quite ill for the past couple of days. I say unfortunate because it is, but also key as certain circumstances have shifted and changed due to said illness (it's the flu or some sort of upper respiratory infection). On Thursday we (Rebecca, Kathryn, and myself) had planned on seeing Elvis Perkins perform in Camden Town. Once we realized that Rebecca was too ill to go, we decided to try to get the tickets refunded: No such luck with that. Rather than have the tickets go to waste Kathryn and I opted to still go, though I know I felt guilty going without her. We had seen Elvis Perkins perform with Okkervil River last semester, so I was really excited to get to see them again. I still think their album 'Ash Wednesday' is one of my favorites. I nervously talked (i.e. stuttered) to/at Elvis Perkins after the show, which just goes to demonstrate that I have the social elegance of a garbage truck. Oh well. Apparently they're going to be performing at Bonnaroo. Yeah, not going to that. Anyway moving on.

Winston's Grave, Blenheim Palace

We also visited Blenheim Palace (the birthplace of Winston Churchill) and also the place where he was burried: See full circle. I must admit that it was cool to see his paintings, though I also must admit reading the letters he sent to his father made me want to die a little. And no, that really isn't me being over dramatic. I also can't imagine being born or living in Blenheim Palace. I couldn't take photographs in it, but if you ever go, you'll know what I mean.

Well, I can't really think of what else to say. I saw Coram Boy last night in an audience filled with a bunch of theatre kids. I was going to write something about how over the top and over dramatic they were, and I think that kind of goes without saying. One person in my class made a particularly stupid comment as the lights went up for intermission. The play itself was good and interestingly done, but I don't know, his comment kind of colored the rest of the play for me. I woul continue, but I'd start spewing diatribe and I'd like to avoid that for the time being. A tale for another time.

Pictures:

angel at blenheim | berries | grounds at blenheim


homemade hummus | vegan oatmeal chocolate chip cookies | and again

swordfight | countdown | slap game with rebecca

esteban in my glasses | esteban's trainers

rebecca | rebecca's ear-less bunny biscuit

poinsettia | poinsettia leaf | time out's cheap eats book

the long dead bee | the long dead bee flipped over

ps: i made hummus and vegan oatmeal chocolate cookies. people seemed to like it. well, i hope so at least.

pps: i miss earlham to some degree. to which degree, i'm not entirely sure.