Bittersweets

Work was hectic today with the start of the new tv/radio season. I worked double speed & we got it all done just before the deadline. Then spent more time debugging after the deadline.

I finally thought of an interesting project to do on line. Something that does not involve me tributing other talent.
It will be something like bittersweets.org or sothere.org – and I am going to need YOUR help. If you think you can write a small piece on a given subject related to music, please drop me a line and I’ll give you the general idea of the site.

I toyed with the idea of getting a domain name for the project, but having had a few too many last night I couldn’t think of anything that hadn’t been already taken so I ended up registering my ‘secret’ IRC nick as a domain name. It kind of describes what I want to be. It’s a lot cooler than vonb.org anyway. Anyway, there goes another 70 dollars Internic fee. Just when I thought I’d start cutting down on expenses. I am the original moneyspending mad woman.

Talked language with a friend over dinner and also made a point of convincing him I’m a mediocre web designer. Why do I go through the trouble of selling myself short?

Interesting e-mail… apparently there are reliable Irishmen around, but they live in Canada. And someone actually read ‘Flat’!

Ahead of things

Cable
It’s good to be ahead of things. I caught the estate agent off guard this morning – and it makes me feel more confident in a ‘I know something you don’t know’ way.

I’ve been checking out cable internet in Amsterdam – one of my colleagues recently got it and says it is ace which is good to hear because I heard otherwise earlier. Surfing within the Netherlands is very fast, outside this country not all that fast but still better than dial-in.

It costs 500 guilders to get it set up – including ethernet card and modem, and then 90 a month. The Utrecht cable company will be offering it for 50 a month, so I hope A2000 will take note and lower their prices.

Books
I’ve started in Carn, Patrick McCabe’s first novel and am reading his children’s book The Adventures of Shay Mouse on the side.
I’m only a few pages into Carn but it’s structure seems fairly similar to his later books. The subject matter is similar too – different people’s lives entwining, with the IRA violence in the background. It’s the language that is different, less humourous, less flowerly, less bedtime story. It might make me appreciate McCabe more. I often wonder what his own story is. How much of himself is there in the characters he invents?

Violence

The ‘real’ IRA.

‘We’re the *real* IRA, we’re better at killing and maiming and murdering than you ever were! None of that pussyfooting around. We don’t believe in that silly thing called peace. Peace is for girlies.’

28 dead in the streets of Omagh. A baby dead in its mother’s womb. The ‘real’ tragedy.

I’m now reading:
Carn – Patrick McCabe

On the stereo:
Tom Jones – Greatest Hits

Ahead of things

Cable
It’s good to be ahead of things. I caught the estate agent off guard this morning – and it makes me feel more confident in a ‘I know something you don’t know’ way.

I’ve been checking out cable internet in Amsterdam – one of my colleagues recently got it and says it is ace which is good to hear because I heard otherwise earlier. Surfing within the Netherlands is very fast, outside this country not all that fast but still better than dial-in.

It costs 500 guilders to get it set up – including ethernet card and modem, and then 90 a month. The Utrecht cable company will be offering it for 50 a month, so I hope A2000 will take note and lower their prices.

Books
I’ve started in Carn, Patrick McCabe’s first novel and am reading his children’s book The Adventures of Shay Mouse on the side. I’m only a few pages into Carn but it’s structure seems fairly similar to his later books. The subject matter is similar too – different people’s lives entwining, with the IRA violence in the background. It’s the language that is different, less humourous, less flowerly, less bedtime story. It might make me appreciate McCabe more. I often wonder what his own story is. How much of himself is there in the characters he invents?

Embarrassing

It *must* be something I eat. I suffer from migraines and they always make me feel sick. I was in bed yesterday, when the the phone rang.

Halfway through the conversation, I was violently ill & puked all over the carpet. The phone dropped to the floor. A bit embarrassing but what can you do?

I’m putting my money on milk products, I ate a lot of fresh cheese on Saturday.

Then again… it could have been the raw fish, but I doubt it.

Embarrassing

It *must* be something I eat. I suffer from migraines and they always make me feel sick. I was in bed yesterday, when the the phone rang.

Halfway through the conversation, I was violently ill & puked all over the carpet. The phone dropped to the floor. A bit embarrassing but what can you do?

I’m putting my money on milk products, I ate a lot of fresh cheese on Saturday.

Then again… it could have been the raw fish, but I doubt it.

Who’s afraid…

Wanted to work a bit more on my tan but it just wasn’t sunny enough, so I spent this Saturday watching Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor battle it out in “Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolf”. Burton manages to look sexy in a cardigan, Taylor is driven and sensual. I don’t think any of today’s ‘actresses’ – those bland waifs they have in the movies now – would be able to conjure up such angry sadness. Kathy Bates perhaps, but she hasn’t the glamour that’s undeniably there in Taylor.

I got a phonecall during the film, one of these phone polls, I had to answer questions about Dutch railway advertising. The woman asking me the questions seemed to have a speech defect, more than once I had to just guess at what she was saying. I’m quite willing to help but always get frustrated with the people they hire to do such jobs.

A few books arrived from Amazon.com: the Xenophobe’s guide to the Dutch – funny, but not as biting as I remembered it. Also: ‘Dutch Moderne’ a gorgeous book on Dutch design of the 20’s and 30’s. I wouldn’t mind some of those old posters to put up on the wall of my house to be.

Cormee signed the guestbook, silly boy didn’t leave a e-mail address.

Who’s afraid…

Wanted to work a bit more on my tan but it just wasn’t sunny enough, so I spent this Saturday watching Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor battle it out in “Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolf”. Burton manages to look sexy in a cardigan, Taylor is driven and sensual. I don’t think any of today’s ‘actresses’ – those bland waifs they have in the movies now – would be able to conjure up such angry sadness. Kathy Bates perhaps, but she hasn’t the glamour that’s undeniably there in Taylor.

I got a phonecall during the film, one of these phone polls, I had to answer questions about Dutch railway advertising. The woman asking me the questions seemed to have a speech defect, more than once I had to just guess at what she was saying. I’m quite willing to help but always get frustrated with the people they hire to do such jobs.

A few books arrived from Amazon.com: the Xenophobe’s guide to the Dutch – funny, but not as biting as I remembered it. Also: ‘Dutch Moderne’ a gorgeous book on Dutch design of the 20’s and 30’s. I wouldn’t mind some of those old posters to put up on the wall of my house to be.

Sold 2 Gavin Friday books today, I’m really running out of copies now, I think there’s just one or two boxes left. I really do want to do a follow up. Maybe when I retire.