HAPHAZARD MUSINGS

and then this comes on and the clouds part and everything is heavenly

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 29/01/2010

Florence and the Machine – You’ve Got the Love [xx rmx]

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this is what paris looked like when i woke up this morning

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 29/01/2010

 

and considering i wasn’t waking up to catch a bloody flight it was niech niech good.

thus the tiredness that is overcoming me and heightening the magnitude of the force of gravity between my head and the desk

RIP

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 29/01/2010

JD Salinger

Ska Cubano

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 29/01/2010

Went to see Ska Cubano at new morning jazz club last night in paree.

was super duper fun. there is no doubt in my mind that ska and reggae are good for the soul, and this band in particular know how to give the crowd a good time. Made up of a medley of cuban, jamaican and english fellas plus one completely incongruous japanese girl (Megumi Mesaku), you can’t help but bop away while being thoroughly entertained by the borderline insane front man, Natty Bo. Originally formed to meld the cuban sound with that of jamaican and ska music, the band has evolved into what is today a tropical concoction of hip swivelling booty shaking (yup, that again, booty is busy at the moment) vibrant sounds.

it was like being played to by thomas o’malley and his alleycats.

There was not a frown in the room, nor a dormant set of shoulders. Need i say more?

Converse All Stars

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 28/01/2010

you have to get them tattered just so. my mum accused me of being “contrived” when she saw me scraping my brand new converse under her car wheel and along the gravel drive. i wanted to explain that the ethos of converse is the never-take-em-off thing. it’s not cool to have un-scathed converse, dahling

classic and completely timeless. if ONE thing has survived from the 70s look it is converse. nothing else. no one likes synthetics, no one can really work high waisted flares, and the perm is just so very wrong im not even going to bother. but converse are still worn by millions of people of all shapes, sizes and styles. i do prefer them on girls than boys, mainly because if you are a boy you run the risk of platypus feet as they are so flat. and high top is better than normal, although the latter are still great. you can do so much with them!

colours: red is classic, white is discreet, washed out pastels are cute, black is trendy, green is a bit punky…

laces: have different colours,  tie them in a bow, wrap them around your ankle, have them crisscross or going straight across the lip…

and you could wear odd colours, stud them, have a pattern or print on them or let them disintegrate to the point where your toe is poking out the end…

the list goes on…

phewf!

what great shoes.

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 28/01/2010

Mr Vegas – Heads High

Chaka Demus & Pliers – Murder She Wrote

both of these songs make me seriously nostalgic for summers past, and i think that they are both great booty-shakers.

there aint nothin wrong with a little booty shake.

and mr vegas and chaka demus are definately in on how to make ones booty shake.

lets hear it for the tropical riddims

F off you Shitty Restaurant

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 27/01/2010

F off you shitty restaurant,

your food is crap,

your service poor,

the manager creeps me out,

i definately wont come back for more.

The worst part is,

you crappy chophouse,

is that i have to dispense,

far more than the worth,

of the slop you serve,

from my purse.

…now f off

RIP

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 25/01/2010

…fancy going down ‘t pub fer a bevvy?

not any more you don’t. 52 pubs are closing PER week, according to the Times. This terrifying statistic heralds the final demise of british culture, as the classic establishment that is The Coach and Horses or The Three Headed Parrot are forced to close their doors as more and more brits decided to buy a cheap bottle of Jacobs creek from tescos and drink in front of x factor.

what is the world coming to???

not only is this a colossal loss for all those who appreciate the pleasures of a pint to the dulcet tones of the pub quiz machine and the ramblings of the local drunk. It is also pretty bad news for the economy – BBPA said that this slow and painful extinction of the human watering hole is costing the government 254million quid in tax revenue, which is rising by 5.5million every week. Not only that, over one million is being used a week on job seekers allowance as thousands are losing their livelihoods along with their pub. In their resting places, rising from the musky walls are the soulless corporate chains like Starbucks, Wetherspoons and other such branded nonsenses.

Woe Is Me

addendum

bang on babe

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 25/01/2010

“i saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.

from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and off-beat professions, and another fig was an olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs i couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death just because i couldn’ make up my mind which of the figs i would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as i sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

Because you’re worth it

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/01/2010

MAD MEN

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 21/01/2010

Recently started watched the AMC  TV series Mad Men. As im sure most of you know, Mad Men is the new cult American TV show to sweep, well, the world. Set in 1960s New York in a big Madison Avenue ad agency (Hello Ogilvy), it tells of the glamorous and sordid lives of those working there.

As a period drama it is very faithful to what I imagine life to be in the 60s – chain-smoking, prawn cocktails, suburbia, lonely wives and secretive husbands. The costumes are awesome and the cast do a great job at the tight-lipped formal tones of the old-fashioned – Christina Hendricks as Joan Harris (centre)  is especially sultry and Darby Stanchfield is good as the struggling, independent single mum Helen Bishop. January Jones (left) is perfect for the Perfect Wife while Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson (right) is naive and annoying, especially with her ridiculous little fringe. Donald Draper (Jon Hamm) is the misogynistic creative director of the firm whose traditionalist view is already giving him some problems as up and coming wannabees try to get in on the action.

Its astounding how chauvinistic society was only 50 years ago, and this show portrays this perfectly. Should you hold it against the men that they are so sexist, or are they just a product of their world? I spend a lot of the  time watching it indignant towards the men and frustrated towards the woman, but this doesn’t make for unenjoyable watching. On the contrary, i could easily wile away a few hours doing back to backs……

oh shit

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

things are starting to smell like swastikas over in the states…

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2010/01/hbc-90006368

In The Loop by Armando Iaanucci

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

Fucking funny. Can’t not swear profusely when talking of this film in honour of the legendary scotsmen Malcom Tucker (Peter Capaldi) and Jamie Mcdonald (Paul Higgins). A favourite cuss;

     “im going to rip out yer shin bone, break it in two and stab yer to death with it”

…or something along those lines. Apart from the mesemerising profanities this film has to offer, it is a brilliantly british spinoff to the cult series The Thick of It. The plot revolves around a blundersome comment by the blithering Minister Simon Foster, whose ineptitude contributes to the hilarious satire of politics.  Highly recommended, especially for english people.

Something for Winter Time…

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

Bikram Yoga

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

…andholdupyourabdominalskeepreachingtotheceilingreeeeacccchhhhhbreeeeeeaththroughyournosekeepreachingkeeeeeeeepreachingholdholdholdaaaand…change

At the behest of my health conscious pal i went to Bikram the other night. The leaflet looked all yoga-ey and meditative, with splatterings of purples and browns and women contorting their bodies into impossible shapes. It evoked serenity and calm, and made me think of pebbles and wafts of incense and japanese music plinking quietly. It cost 30 euro for unlimited classes for 10 days which, for a student of my financial status, is a pretty price to pay for standing on one foot and holding your palms together saying ohm, but i decided to try it out (/didn’t have much of a choice)…

Greeted by the putrid smell of seriously sweaty people and bare feet upon arrival, a small ball of hesitation gathered in my gut. I didn’t realise Bikram yoga was the hardcore one. You know, the one where you stand in a really really hot room and sweat your balls off and hold you arms in the air while squatting and only breathing out your nose. I realised this after handing over my money, so in  I went filled with a blazing sense of foreboding. For the first half hour of our hour and half session, I cursed the day my friend was born. I made all kinds of plans to punish her in some way as my muscles shook and water I didn’t even know was in me cascaded from every pore.

Then came the endorphins. Or at least, the feeling I imagine people who are addicted to exercise feel when they push themselves a bit. I have NEVER done the whole exercise thing. Lucky enough to be naturally skinny/lanky, I have never needed to. Having the energy levels of a sloth and enthusiasm for movement of a large panda, I have never felt the urge “just for the hell of it” either. So imagine my surprise when I began to l-o-v-e this laborious pursuit. While my brain pounded against my skull to the point where I was a bit concerned it was going to liquify itself and pour out my ears, I actually felt a little rush.

See, Bikram yoga is very very clever. You start with about 10 stand-and-hold stretches, for example; arms stretched up above your head with fingers interlinked and leaning as far back as possible and holding for a minute (dont judge until you have tried this please, it is way harder than it sounds). So during the first half of the class you feel like you are expiring, then suddenly you are told to lie down and proceed to do all sorts of floor based stretches which feel great after standing up for so long, but also maintains the exertion in a completely different way. I am not one to push my body. If it’s too much, I wont do it. But as much as Bikram is “too much” in the sense that you will sweat probably more than you ever have before, it is an amazing work out and leaves you feeling completely purged of all inner body nasties. I would highly recommend it for anyone – gym bunnies who love a good work out, or lazy folk who see a run as the single most unappealing thing to do after a day at work.

You even get used to the smell.

Namaste.

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

AND SO IT GOES…

“Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade

A duty dance with Death

A fourth generation german-american now living in easy circumstances on cape cod (and smoking too much), who, as an american infantry scout hors de combat, as a prisoner of war, witnessed the fire-bombing of Dresden, germany, ‘the florence of the elbe’, a long time ago, and survived to tell the tale. This is a novel somewhat in the telepathic schizophrenic manner of tales of the planet tralfamadore, where the flying saucers come from peace.”

 …And so begins Slaughterhouse-Five, my latest read. Let me tell you, made the time spent on the metro every morn and eve fly by. This is a satirical anti-war novel whose tragic subject (the bombing of Dresden) embodies the extreme and horrific results of senseless violence and war. We are addressed by the author from the start when Kurt Vonnegut emphasises how hard it has been for him to put pen to paper in regards to his traumatic experiences in the war. Not surprising that. It is this trauma which justifies the crazed and pseudo-psycadelic tone this novel takes on.

Completely sporadic in nature and colloquial in diction, Slaughterhouse-Five is full of wonderfully idiosyncratic characters, like Billy Pilgrim and Kilgore Trout. There are inumerable subtleties, as the narrative voice drifts from forst to third person. Vonnegut’s  refrain of “so it goes” maintains his presence throughout the book, and though the  heavy subject matter is alleviated by the theme of Tralfamadore and its friendly aliens, the book’s strong morale and author’s unique and entertaining style leaves the reader with an invaluable literary experience.

Lunch Time

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………..lunch

cool.

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

POST #1

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 19/01/2010

Have been instructed to start a blog in order to understand the cyber workings of such things as i am currently doing an internship in the digital department of a PR firm. It is clear that modern PR is geared very much towards digital media as the stats continue to rise of facebookers, bloggers, i-chatters…etc. A very significant portion of the consumer market is now available online, and so companies all over the world are trying to get in on the action and have a slice of this pixelated cake.

Before starting this internship i was ignorant to the plethora of online communities, and the power they hold. The power of the public has exploded; the influence of a newspaper is puny in comparison to some of these dudes who blog online and have thousands of people reading what they write every day. There is no doubt that this is the future, and so it makes perfect sense to jump on the bandwagon before there aint no room to breathe…