Vivat Bacchus
So sad. I hate the kind of sad that comes out of extreme happiness. I just had my last tutuorial, so I am officially done with the term. Oxford becomes especially serene at times like these. When you don't have to worry about work and it's all there to enjoy. But of course then you have to leave. Three cheers to the folks at Chateau Haut Lignan who have supplied my celebratory bottle of Claret. It's nice. Not fruity and very dry. 2003 - not that you had to drink Bordeaux to already know this, was an absolutely great year. In principle I'm all for drinking wine young. Especially since the guy at Oddbins just told me the 2003s have a nice dry crispness that goes away after year for a while. But it's nice to think of drinking wine young. Like memories, the further back you reach the sadder you get. Oh and these Chinese white pears from the farmer's markey are especially juicy.
In other news, I found my iPod and absence DOES make the heart grow fonder. But on the other hand, trashy techno music also makes the earphones fuzzy. I'm looking forward to an Orange Julius if I have to buy another pair. Whatever. My Bonsai tree is dead. Though I'm not mourning it. It sucked from the beginning. You can't blame it though, though the website should have mentioned the mortality rate of such creatures in countries that have NO sunlight ever. The theme for the rest of the day is catharsis. I will be throwing away all the crap that I was too sentimental about earlier on when I didn't have having to move out looming in the very very near future. Maybe I really can pull this Shaker thing off...
posted by fadedbetta at 2:36 PM
3 Comments:
ho hum, i too have an iPod that i must dust off one of these days...it's actually one of the original 5GB models, really heavy and awkward in comparison to the slicker iPods they have now. i don't know what kind of music is left on there but discovering your old iPod (and old music collection, by extension) is like digging up an archeological jewel. you know, i look at how my music has changed since my first CD purchase (let's just say it was a maddona album) and i cringe in horror. there was that initial "capitalist" stage when i only listened to top 40 radio followed by the shitty not-even-real punk stage followed by the slowcore stage followed by a resurgence of the "real" punk stage followed by...the list goes on and on. anyway, i gotta find that baby one of these days...
and i agree whole-heartedly, wine is best consumed young. i thought your comment on memories was quite poignant, actually. but i guess you were always a poet.
Finding a lost iPod is key. They're so easy to ignore. My old one was stolen from the SPS gym. Stupid bastard.
It's good to hear that you're happy, and drinking good wine. MC told me something about a NYC reunion. I might be able to go. We'll see.
Enjoy your night. I have to sleep before my AM erg...
-Hannah
what good reading my dear betta,
I see you haven't lost your edge.
I made a movie for my final english project, it is shocking. Classes are done, exams are not.
Aloha,
The Spot
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