So, it’s January. Again. Last time I posted, it was last January. Oh dear. That’s not to say that I haven’t been reading – quite the contrary – but I’ve just been slack, apparently. Or forgetful, rather. Or attracted to the simplicity of Tumblr. Anyway, a new year, time to get back to it. Talking about books and stuff – truthfully, I’d like to expand beyond books, mostly because Gala Darling has been my favourite blog of late. But books are what I know and do, it’s true. I’ve finished my degree, and can now claim to be a graduate … Continue reading picking up where we left off?
It’s still feeling peculiar writing ’11 for the year. I guess that tends to linger until the end of the summer. Which is creeping alarmingly close, actually. January’s really disappeared rather quickly. But this blog is not to whine about my perception of time. Nay, this entry is about something far more exciting. For last Friday was the Auckland stop off the Big Day Out. And, unsurprisingly, I was there. It’s become my rule of thumb that if I’m in the country, I go to BDO, because there will always be some bands I love, even if I don’t know … Continue reading BIG DAY OUT 2011
Life descends into horrible vapidness when the December retail season hits. Working too much, and hating every moment of it save for the occasional hair-related compliment and/or intelligent literary discussion that comes along once in a blue moon. This is why I could never ever work full time in that place. Anyway. Desire to read things that are deep and meaningful and new has somewhat abated over the past few weeks, but once the first week of January is over, I’ll hopefully get back to form and back to (semi) regular bloggity action. What I HAVE been reading lately, and … Continue reading still alive, still alive
It sounds like an Apple product of some kind, with the ‘i’ at the front, but that’s just me attempting to include myself in the phenomenon that is NaNoWriMo. Since it stands for ‘National Novel-Writing Month’, I feel obliged to switch it up for my unAmerican purposes. InterNational Novel-Writing Month. iNaNoWriMo. Catchy, n’est-ce pas? Perhaps pas. Anyway, I’m going to strive towards doing it, although November is, naturally, a terrible month for them to pick, given that it’s a month that involves final exams and then ideally as much work as possible. Nobody ever thinks about us poor Southern-Hemisphere-dwellers. My … Continue reading iNaNoWriMo
Warning – the entry uses the word ‘fuck’ a lot. Primarily because Vampire Weekend use it in their song Oxford Comma. Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I’ve seen those English dramas too They’re cruel. Dear Vampire Weekend, I give a fuck about an Oxford comma. Or the fucking around of an Oxford comma, at least. No love*, Briar. *Not to mention that with their accents they sound like they’re saying karma. At least, they sound like a citizen of various Commonwealth locales saying karma. And saying ‘fuck you’ to karma is a Bad Plan, I’m pretty sure. … Continue reading ‘vampire weekend are full of it.’ or ‘a tale of oxford commas!’
I love my homeland an extraordinary amount. We have the best accents (universally loved, it seems, perhaps apart from our Austrahhhhlian neighbours), the best awkward birds (the kiwi and beyond), sauce dispensers shaped like their vegetable originators (tomato shaped tomato sauce/ketchup bottles) and scenery that will kick your country’s scenery (again, maybe looking at our friendly surf-obsessed venomous-animal-attached neighbours who have naught but desert) back to sunrise. Which isn’t hard, since we see the sun rise before anywhere else in the world. OH SNAP! And the world got to see our shiny pretty (not to mention BAD-ASS) scenery on three … Continue reading middle earth = new zealand. duh.
The Lovely Bones is currently trending on Twitter, for what reason, I don’t know, but it’s interesting to see peoples comments about it. Most of them saying that they loved the book but disliked/hated the movie. Now, as an obvious Voracious Reader I’m frequently in the The Book Didn’t Live Up To The Movie camp, but this is an exception. I was not a fan of the book whatsoever. It’s like Jodi Picoult smoked some supernatural flavoured crack. It was the novel my class studied in Year 12 English (my favourite English year at school by far – but this … Continue reading the republic of love(ly bones?)