Monthly Archives: May 2010
I survived my week with the Year 9’s and have returned home sporting a rather exciting array of bruises in a variety of places. Woo.
I had an excellent time and developed a large crush on one instructor – let’s call him Catterick – a married devoted Dad-of-one who made my trip awesome for a variety of reasons… too many for me to go into right now but i’ve some mental eye and brain candy to chew over hurrah.
Spending time exposed to Catterick has provided some clarification with regards what I want for the future… He has been very helpful, and above and beyond the daydream scenario.
Thanks, Catterick. You were awesome.
Early tomorrow morning I am off into the wilds of the Brecon Beacons with a bunch of Gifted and Talented Year 9’s (AKA Geeks, The Geniuses) for a week… I am looking forward to seeing somewhere different – especially the landscape and the Big Pit – but am a bit apprehensive about the evening activities and the possibility of having to take part in a talent show… :/
The activities centre that we’re all staying at is in the depths of a forest and far away from a functional mobile phone signal. The Head of Department interviews are on Monday so i’m feeling a bit anxious about the future; a landline call will have to be placed to work on Tuesday. Anyway, the kids from my school are all really lovely so hopefully i’ll be able to escape the drama for a wee while.
If it’s sunny where you are, check out the weather in Llanwrtyd Wells and think of me eating my peanut butter sandwiches on a windwept rock. Woo.
Iron Man 2. Robert Downey Jr. being vulnerable and witty whilst wearing a nice tight vest that shows off his arms. Gooooood times.
What is a little perplexing is that I find him attractive even when he’s all pimped out and wearing those big 70’s shades as Tony Stark with ego in full flow. Wrong.
Oh, it’s all dramz at the mo with regards my future at school. At the moment the second in department is also the leader of photography and so gets remunerated appropriately for the extra time and demands that these two roles place upon her. Today the Head of Department – my boss who’s retiring – told us that she’d been told by her line manager that to save money – £80K shortfall ahoy – they might be getting rid of the second in department post and the Teaching and Learning Responsibility for photography. This would mean that if the second in department moved up to Head I would get ZERO additional money for the responsibilities. WTF. Shock and outrage was expressed by all.
I’m hoping it won’t come to it but there is NO way I am taking on extra responsibility for no additional pay. So photography – which attracts kids to our school, encourages lower-ability students to stay on, gets great results from the raw material and is a growing subject – might have to come to an abrupt halt. UGH.
PFC. JACK T. SWEET, ARMY Killed Feb. 8, 2008, Jawwalah, Iraq; roadside bomb. AGE: 19 HOMETOWN: Alexandria Bay, N.Y. (Ashley Gilbertson for the New York Times)
From BBC – Viewfinder – Remembering those who fought:
The Shrine Down The Hall by Ashley Gilbertson
The work of Simon Norfolk
Purple Hearts and Marine Wedding by Nina Berman
“Meanwhile, in space, IT WAS A TRAP!!”
Boing Boing Star Wars trilogy retold in 2 minutes, 13 seconds using LEGO
Oddly brilliant: EVO and Yogurt Loaf Cake AKA Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Yoghurt Loaf Cake.
I’d not used olive oil in a cake before and was a bit concerned that the taste might overpower the sweetness of this lime-infused cake with an seriously unwelcome sharpness, however the resulting loaf was light and delicious with only a trace of the olive coming through, offsetting the sugaryness nicely. And it was actually limey. Yum. I was so pleased with this cake that I took its picture.
Metric version of Dorie Greenspan‘s cake provided below; please see the original page for instructions.
EVO and Yogurt Loaf Cake
1lb loaf tin, well buttered
(I put mine on the bottom shelf in the oven)
190g plain flour
2 tsp baking powder
200g caster sugar
Zest of 1 lime
125g plain yoghurt (I used greek)
1/4 tsp vanilla extract
120ml extra virgin olive oil
WFMU – Gaylord Field’s Winter Soulstice – December 20, 2009… All soul, all 45s and rather awesome…
performed by Gaku Yamada
I am muchly looking forward to Saturday- Lahndahn tahn to meet my Mum for the usual long lunch then the Royal Opera House for ballet – Electric Counterpoint / Asphodel Meadows / Carmen. Contemporary and probably a bit weird, but exciting nonetheless.
One of the pieces involves a dancer accompanying a video image of themselves, reflecting upon their movements, reacting, set to a rather cool piece of Steve Reich. Should be interesting. I enjoy going to the the ballet there even if I usually come out of it slightly befuzzled; it’s the experience of it all I suppose and so it will be special. Champagne in one interval, chocolate ice cream the next. Hurrah.
Oh Beyoncé… You and your underwear are just so very marvellous…
Today by the side of the road in the town I work in:
A man wearing a banana hat wearing a giant banana costume waving a banana. Hello candidate Top Cat Owen of the Monster Raving Loony Party.
Huzzah for the British eccentric.
A typical Sunday was passed today:
Rising late, breakfast of Choco Crispies and a cup of coffee post-midday then the usual reads on the internet. Many reads of the New York Times about the Times Square device. Watched the latest episodes of Wallander and Ashes To Ashes. Lunch of fried egg muffins and a Mini-Babybel. Then on to a perusal of my finances and planning for the upcoming renewal of my passport and MR T’s car tax. Sigh.
Multiple layers of mismatched clothes were thrown on – tracksuit bottoms, boob tube sundress, dressing gown. A quick clean of the bathroom before moving on to the washing up that was piling up. Test of Bar Keepers Friend on the shower door. Another experiment with lemon muffins – I think the bottom shelf of the oven might yield better results next time – before marinated lamb steaks and salad with grilled mini-plum tomatoes for dinner. Klute to accompany followed by a cup of herbal tea. Yes, i’m officially old.
Thought about MW#1 and felt lonesome. Wondered whether relationships are for me, whether i’ve been hurt too many times to ever let my guard down, or let my guard down in a timely manner. The ability to trust and let go. Thought of sex and intimacy and how I miss it, also wondered how many years will pass before i’ll wake up next to someone I love. Whether that will ever happen. I then spent a bit of time feeling rather sad.
A typical Sunday.
“WASHINGTON — Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal, the leader of American and NATO forces in Afghanistan, was shown a PowerPoint slide in Kabul last summer that was meant to portray the complexity of American military strategy, but looked more like a bowl of spaghetti.NYT – We Have Met the Enemy and He Is PowerPoint – Enemy Lurks in Briefings on Afghan War
‘When we understand that slide, we’ll have won the war,’ General McChrystal dryly remarked, one of his advisers recalled, as the room erupted in laughter.”
102/365: it’s not quite Banksy by johnmcga [cc]
As seen and amused over five minutes down the road from me…
I think it’s more amusing and pertinent than many of Banksy’s works.
Siege – Self-portrait with blood splatter, 2008 – cropped
Siege – AKA Clayton Cubitt – was on my semi-conscious mind for what seemed like hours as I dozed under the duvet this morning. He’s into things I don’t think I could ever be into, for example – definitely NSFW – polyamory, spanking and other varieties of BDSM. He’s certainly led an interesting life.
In addition to these incompatibilities he’s not my type – too slender and toned for my liking, though I do like his ever-evolving hair and piercing blue eyes. His highly-charged photos have clearly wriggled their way into my subconscious and so despite the drawbacks i’ve previously outlined, this morning Siege and me passed some quality time together in his fabulous apartment in my head. When I say “passed some time” what I really mean is him showing me a good time.
His partner KT is highly appealing with her strong features, shaved head and vertiginous quiff- proof that “different” girls can find love, sex and companionship too. Yay. Gives me a little hope that someone out there might one day take a fancy to me in a meaningful way.
Well, it is a fantasy after all…