23:41, Monday July 28th, 2003 • feeling critical • no comments
My parents divorced when I was about nine. It was pretty hurtful. I was on the cusp, I think if I was much younger I wouldn't have understood and if I was older I would have rebelled against everything. As it was I just sort of went with it. I almost don't remember how I really felt about it, the emotion that I must have felt seems as distant as that of the others around me at the time. It was all so long ago that the idea that that my Mum and Dad were once together seems intangible.
Shoot the Moon, written by Alan Parker and released in 1982, is the most harrowing divorce film I've seen. It's the only one that really portrays the pain of the real thing. The pit of my stomach sympathised. I have always been aware of how my mother and, to a lesser extent, my father must have felt and this film gave me brutal insight. Thankfully my parents break up had none of Albert Finney's violence. While his role is exaggerated, however, there's no doubt about the connection to reality and whilst his behaviour is horrific, the emotional turmoil that creates them must be familiar to every divorcee.
Last night I had a dream where I was with a scientist who's work was measuring some coefficient of the world. He measured it to about 1.3. I was told by shady types (Illuminati-level shady) that it was actually 1.5. As soon as I told the scientist this, the world began to spin more quickly and was struck by huge storms with furious winds and masses of lightening. It was actually moderately scary, the scariest dream I've had for ages.
I'm working hard to finish wwWebflow 2 for next week. Funny thing, I just changed the capitalisation of some file names, remove some capitals, went for the javaStyleOfCapping. Now the interface feels faster and less clunky, simply because I place such a high value on neatness. Am I insane?
By the way, whilst I really like electroclash at the moment, it's all about the music. The antics of Peaches and Casey Spooner, with their five-costume-changes-per-song sex-on-stage pantomine bollocks, are just really annoying IMHO. I know that's a big part of the scene for a lot of people, but I only really like the synths and maybe the attitude of the less well known, less arrogant acts, which is more about making fun records and pretending to be cool like all those eighties stars thought they were. Just as it was back in the eighties, when stars start to think they are actually that cool, they just start being twats.
14:50, Sunday July 20th, 2003 • feeling relaxed • no comments
Bought a whole load of Electroclash tunes on Friday. Nice. I particularly recommend A Touch Of Class Sucks for bits of rock, punk and disco all with a subtle electroclash flavour. I also bought the Open Up And Say...@<%_|^[!] Tigerbeat6 sampler. Lots of good stuff coming out of that label at the moment. A particularly good track by DJ /rupture. I will have to investigate more I think...
Then yesterday I got a call saying the Chiswick Vision Express had the sunglasses I'd liked back in. Having unsuccessfully tried to find more likeable pairs at the Oxford Street store on Friday, I went in, tried them on briefly and bought them on the spot. They even managed to make them up for me before they closed two hours later. I was late though and had to knock on the door to get in after they'd closed. I haven't really worn them yet, but I'll let you know how great they are. The greatest thing so far is that because I spent so much on my normal glasses I got a voucher that gave me £70 off the sunglasses frames... which were £70! Woo! The lenses were only £80 as well. A pair of designer prescription sunglasses for £80! It's a deal.
