INGÅR SALLAD? INGÅR KAFFE?

I am too tired to move from the sofa to bed, and have thus ended up with this: Vem får inte följa med på systeeeeeemet?

(Also, I just googled "duvet" as if by doing so I could summon it, or something)

the monday whine

Things that are not appealing when you have a cold:

- inhaling cold air

- being outside

- explaining yourself ("It's like Walter Benjamin," said my supervisor. "He never explains anything; he wants all his sentences to be epigrams."

"So I shouldn't be emulating him?" I said.

"Well, he failed his Ph.D.")

- writing supervision reports

- doing course reading

- sustained thought

Things that are appealing when you have a cold:

- inhaling peppermint tea steam

- taking your cold much, much too seriously

- kicking around a balloon

- thinking back to happier times (sometimes only 48 hours ago)

I physically embody the "XD" emoticon.

friday evening

Axel with camera.

Brighton, with T and I just off-camera. (He is on his way to York RIGHT NOW.)

oh hi

Today's themes: interdisciplinarity, naps, Victorian Society.

And missing Teo.

six months minus a day

I do realise I am over-blogging a little now. But it just struck me that six months ago today I was one day away from meeting T, and had no idea.

it's not an island okay

"'Tis a childish humour to hone after home, to be discontent at that which others seek; to prefer, as base Icelanders and Norwegians do, their own ragged island before Italy or Greece, the gardens of the world." (Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, 1621)

interiors and exteriors

My bedroom seen from the bed. Sarah made the poster on the door and brought it with her to the train station when I came back from Norway in July; it's covered in High School Musical stickers.

And one more, of York in Ultimate Gothic Mode. Sarah leaning over a bridge, with the Castle museum in the background.

autumn in the photo booth

One more - the view from the window in front of me, taken with Photo Booth on my laptop.

heady heights of conformity

Of course when I say "for sure", clearly what I mean is "probably not". Instead I'm going to ease myself into this autumn blogging thing. One photo a day, for at least a week.

Today: beer for jerks, in the Rook and Gaskill.

I got in from Trondheim last night at half past ten and fell asleep after rereading a few pages of The Twisted Heart, which always makes me feel a little guilty about not doing as much work as Kit does (I don't think this is the authorial intent, though). But I am at work now, in the panopticon-esque Humanities Research Centre. And almost completely awake!

all distances in time and space are shrinking.

The library doesn't have the book I need today, so I'm reading someone's scanned-in copy of Heidegger's "The Thing", annotated in pencil. I like it; it's a weird sort of closeness to someone I have no idea who is.

And photos of the past couple of weeks are going up tonight, for sure.