Word of the day is threnody, stressed with the rhythm of melody, a poem or
song of mourning or lamenting.
let's
We've started using Things 3 to keep track of our To-Do lists. It's fun
using a pretty app. it's really good just having a single place to put things
instead of having decision paralysis every time i think of something.
blood soaked horses
a number of horses were on the loose in central london. there was a white one
and he was drenched in blood. here's how the headline on the live post by the
independent changed over time:
'Number of horses' on the loose in central London - as one appears to be
covered in blood
Blood-soaked runaway cavalry horses charge through London as soldier injured
Blood-soaked Household Cavalry horses loose in central London injuring people
and hitting cars
Three soldiers among those injured as blood-soaked cavalry horses rampage
through city
Runaway horses in serious condition ‘but still alive’ minister says
London horses – live: Runaway horse Quaker’s condition ‘not looking good’ as
Vida returns to stables
now, ignoring the transition to a somewhat accusatory tone directed at the
horses, it is true that that one white horse was called Quaker as in tremble at
the word of god which evokes Revelation "and behold a white horse, clothed with
a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word Of God". the only thing
john the revelator got wrong is that Christ was not upon the horse, Christ was
the horse and he trampled on some soldiers. There were 3 soldiers and one
non-soldier taken to hospital for horse injuries. Their names have not been
released so until we know for sure it's best to operate with the assumption
their names are Conquest, War, Famine, and the non-soldier Death.
brindisa
we went out for a wonderful spanish meal at Brindisa, LB to celebrate the
schengen appointment and eat chorizo. great dinner. the beer hit a little too
hard. i had a small chat with some irish people who were pretending not to be
irish. i noticed my old vape shop has been replaced by an independent french
patisserie which seems like the wrong way round for how these homecomings go and
is quite pleasing. we met luke blaney, one of our
planet's strangest people, for a little empanada at porteña.
rooftop cinema
went to the rooftop cinema with dani to watch clueless. dani was a little late
so i got our blankets and found some seats. dani is recovering from whooping
cough because dani is a chimney sweep and/or news boy from victorian london
and/or four year old child.
tell you what Peckham is wild these days. i moved out of there a few years ago
and i thought i knew what direction it was going. lot of people who would’ve
moved to shoreditch if the rent wasn’t high moving in. so i thought oh i know
where this is going, but i’ll tell you what i was wrong. that place has the
highest freak density in london, and i mean that in a good way. all kinds of
wild people going around. now there’s bouncers at every bar because more
students are drinking there, but there’s also man in the street making barbecue
in an overturned barrel listening to reggae. in need of further analysis.
On the train home was a guy trying to get to “the next big town” after
Lewisham. "Woolwich!" When I was reading out the steps when I’d got out of the
bathroom and I read him the steps “Woolwich! Does this stop there?” And I
checked and it does. He had a djembe and a few other drums and bells and he
stank of piss and had bright clothes and he looked me right in the eyes with his
icy blues and said thankyou and he bumped my fist. That kind of older red-sknned
white man with close white hair covering his whole head but thin and spare and
not dense. Once you’ve given someone time who everyone else is trying to ignore
those other people won’t meet your gaze any more. Did I taint myself or do they
just not know how to act? I’ve never known.
You cast a very interesting silhouette. that's OK fox, I'm not here for you.
trying the crackled path leading out from the cathedral to my home
While i was on the toilet zaina slapped me in the face with £500 cash and
knocked my glasses off.
night mare
this night i had one of the strangest and most persistent nightmares of my
life. we were all in a war and we could all cast these magic spells to attack
and harm and maim our opponents and there was a crowd going around who'd figured
out how to make us cast all our known spells on ourselves and they were much
more powerful than us. i kept realizing it was a nightmare and waking up and
being like "phew!" but then i'd fall back to sleep and be back in the same
nightmare as though it was not a dream but just another reality that was running
alongside the one in my waking life.
saturday after payday
a long day but a lot of fun. started out with a grand perigrination across the
island of england from lewisham, south greenwich to a business park in north to
eat an incredible lebanese breakfast at beit el zaytoun. house of olives. a sort
of fairuz theme restaurant on the canal. i'd never been before but when we
stepped down by the canal i realized i'd been right next to it a bunch of times
as it sits on the Grand Union facing the Grand Junction Arms, a place i am by
accident several times a year next to the mcvities biscuit factory. with the
bakerloo line closure and Harlesden closed we may have picked the worst day of
the year to make that journey, but a 2 hour morning constitutional (walk, not
poop) puts you in the right frame of mind for a breakfast for two that could
feed a family of five.
we walked to north acton, got some documents printed by the guy who owns anakin
skywalker in star wars episode 1, and took a choochoo train to TCR where we
visited the graveyard of the british invasion and got some stationery and saw a
girl being carried around on a ladder ladder by several gay men and 1 straight
man in a kilt and bought some undergarments and ate mexican food at the first
mexican restaurent in the UK and drank beer and ate koshari and drank beer and
ate nuggets and pork buns and drank beer and went to zoozoo's with big dreams of
packing up some little boxes for her move and getting a 2am Bolt (cheaper and
fast) but maybe we'll just lie down for a little bit cozy for a few minutes
before we get started and oh we're waking up and oh it's 7am and i have to rush
off to get a washing machine and none of the packing has happened.
now, this looks delicious:
you know those weird pubs that don't know who they are? house music and pub
grub... pickled eggs and 909 hats shouldn't be in close proximity, it is
unhygienic
sunday machine
and now i'm at home waiting for that washing machine that hasn't been delivered
yet. made a breakfast of humous and a corn tortilla with cheese and za'atar and
now i'm drinking beer and waiting for the new washing machine.
i can't wait to have a washing machine with a countdown clock on it and one that
doesn't leave a strange smell! i am less enthuastic about the bluetooth icon
i've seen on the washing machine in the pictures, but we'll see. maybe it'll be
fun and i'll be able to link it with Shortcuts.app (my favourite programming
language) to have a certain song play when the wash is done and automatically
add a reminder to empty the machine!
i've got a thing now where every time i come home my phone automatically adds a
reminder to type up all my paper notes into my digital notes.
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