A horse walks into a bar, he sits down and the bartender asks him, "What'll it be?"
[See, reality isn't fun.]
Here's a song that's featured in this Toyota ad here in the UK and it's rapidly convincing me that I should buy a car. But this is obviously not the ad in question. Au contraire! This is a homemade video of a cat called Daphne. Just think about the joke and bear with me. Reality is a tad more fun with twirling cats. Just admit it.
I'm cold. It's summer and yet somehow I'm freezing my tits and toes off, sitting here in my room writing. Two songs needed to make magic happen. First one is Lisztomania by Phoenix
I always seem to get my new-tune-jollies from my favorite bands on grey skied Mondays, accompanied by lighting storms, heavy rain and thunder.
And, alas!, As today is such a day I have new material playing in my ears, from my much loved band The Clientele. It's many kinds of happy. Not rainbows and unicorns happy. More like yesterday-I-felt-crap-today-will-be-better sort of happy. Reality Bites happy.
For the past three years I have resided in Scotland (you know, kilts, bagpipes and haggis), arriving in Edinburgh in mid-September 2006 with my cousin as back-up. Both of us students we got an apartment by the beautiful Meadows, close to our respectable universities. Many beers would be knocked back and new people made acquaintances of during the next couple of years.
Now three years on, degrees under our belts and more than a handful of dear friends made, it's time to pack up and go "home" to old faithful Iceland.
My cousin already left, she's back home now enjoying the fine Icelandic summer and summer nights and I leave in the fall, ready to enjoy... the dark winter, bust economy and lack of cheap pubs.
Only I know the answer to the question. Why?
Film still#2 - The Meadows
Two days ago my camera said adieu and farewell to this world and left me without a tool of documenting my couple of months here in the Burgh. My computer has been acting up lately as well and soon I'll be a notepad scribbling Amish woman.
As a tribute to my time of technology and time spent in Edinburgh I gathered random shots and mini clips that I found scattered on my computer and decided to pay homage to a time well spent, by making a little video.
These are low quality shots, taken on my humble Canon using the standard video setting, but the fun was high quality.
It's amateur hour ladies and gentlemen and you are invited:
Michael Jackson died and Jens Lekman contracted swine flu. The world as we know it, is crumbling.
Right now, sitting at my desk, I can hear the church bells chime and the faint yowling of a bagpiper practicing; semi-drowned by the hubbub of traffic and gulls bellowing bird profanities (I imagine).
My nails are dirty and the red nail polish that's meant to hide the dirt, is chipped. I can't take a shower, after a draining day at work, as the damn thing is a hazard. Water and electricity can kill you see, or so says Mr. Fix It the handyman.
I have coffee and music to get me through this dirt. I have Golden Silvers and instant brew. Is all good.
Jack Peñate on the other hand makes me want to dance.
Tonight's Tonight transmits my thoughts home, to Icelandic summer nights out, when the sun never sets and going to bed isn't an option, so you might as well just stay up until the body crumbles.
Church bells in the early hours take the role of a makeshift alarm - you cover the windows with dark sheets to sleep.
Tomorrow is my day off and I'm getting tired thinking about sleeping in.
