Archive for October, 2001
Wow! The Sumption Effect strikes again. The day after we visit Magna and… this (or, with pictures, this. I love the line “Photographs cannot convey the feeling of being inside - the drama of being a small person within a vast black space, relieved by gashes of red light, sheets of flame and more spots of white light, has to be experienced”, seems very relevant to the, err, photos I took)
Just bought Organ Transplants vol. 2 by Stock Hausen and Walkman - every bit as good as the first one (which I once used to populate a website with sound - about the only music I have ever found where sub-1-second loops can be played all day without getting boring). Anyway, searching around I discovered that they have a website.
AAAAaaaand there’s a track on the CD called IKEA. IKEA seems to be haunting me at the moment. Got dragged there by Gill a couple of weeks ago (OK, I was a willing victim) after previously saying that I would never ever in my life under any any circumstances including threat of death etc. go there again. Anyway, it was just as bad as I’d expected but kinda hoped it wouldn’t be (actually, we were fooled - it was quite good most of the way around, but as we got closer to the warehouse things became more and more hectic until…. well, just you imagine trying to get 3 of those big IKEA furniture trolleys maneuvered around a warehouse packed with checkout queues, with only a crippled woman, a 6 year old girl and an 8-month old baby to help you). And then of course there was the trying to put stuff together once we got home, and….. Oh yeah, the other IKEA connection was that last night, in the book I am reading (and supposed to be reviewing for brand republic) 4-D Branding by Thomas Gad, there is a section on what a wonderful brand IKEA is and how…. blah and blah. Sad thing is, I couldn’t help agreeing with him, despite the fact that IKEA has, on more than one occasion, made my life hell.
Rowan has been singing to the computer again.
Wankers. Fucking idiots. Bastards. Tossers. Cunts.
Grrr. I want to kill someone, problem is… I don’t even know who the person I want to kill is, except that it’s the mystery fucking wanker who just put a brick through Rowan’s window.
Gill, Emma & I were sitting here upstairs in the living room when Rowan & Jessie came upstairs to say “we just heard a big bang in the kitchen”. Emma went down to investigate but couldn’t find anything, so came back upstairs. 2 minutes later the girls were back “a glass has smashed in Rowan’s bedroom or something”. We went down to look, and the whole of one end of Rowan’s room was covered in broken glass. When we went outside to investigate we found next door’s students standing in the street - they had been sitting in their living room when a brick came sailing through their window. Seems that 2 pillocks have been playing knock-down-ginger with bricks, or something. Took us a couple of hours to find the brick, but we had one too, hidden among Rowan’s dressing up clothes.
It was lucky that the girls were in the hallway in the time. Everyone’s OK and it’s just a bit of glass, but.. oooh. The worst part is not knowing who did it, not being able to grab some teenage dickhead and scream down his throat that he could have killed somebody and how fucking funny would that have been, wanker.
A brick. A fucking full-on full-sized brick. Idiots.
Wierd thing happened the other night. Gill has been attending a massage course for about the last 2 months, and is getting very into it - excited about taking it up professionally. We were lying in bed chatting about it, on one of the few nights recently when we’ve managed to get to bed at the same time. She was talking about massages for arthritic people, saying that you couldn’t manipulate them because it could inflame the arthritus, so you were just supposed to do still massage, laying on of hands, that sort of thing, and heal through the warmth of your hands, but (thinking aloud) she said that wouldn’t the heat also make their arthritus worse, and would it be possible to give them a “cold massage”.
For example, how about laying on hands and envisaging a waterfall, see whether the cooling water feeling passed through to them. As she said this she touched my chest to try, and the effects were stunning. We both almost jumped out of bed instantaneously. I started babbling, describing what I had just felt, and Gill agreed on every subtle detail, she had felt exactly the same thing. It was as if a few - maybe two-dozen - droplets of water had been flicked across my chest, landing first on the side closest to Gill and spreading across to the other side. But it wasn’t just like water, it was fine crystalline drops, slush-puppy cold and with no imperfections, and as each one hit it exploded into a blue-white star of cold, every line and point visible with a clarity that can’t normally be seen.
So yes, we concluded, it is possible.
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