In Brief, and belatedly
Apr. 6th, 2006 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
inulroI've been to London! Excuse the incoherence.
The Lene Lovich gig was fun. It seemed like she only played for 15 minutes, but apparently it was close to an hour. The place was unexpectedly packed out - I was expecting about 6 people to remember who she is, but getting across the venue to the Ladies' was an adventure.
Could have done without the visit from the insomnia fairy on Monday night. I'm not saying anything about the quality of the crash space (many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naturalbornkaos and kixie, it was much appreciated!) - visits from the insomnia fairy are an all too regular occurrence in my life.
The Gothic Nightmares exhibition at the Tate was well worth the effort. It turns out I was not as familiar with Fuseli as I thought. There was a small shopping accident in the gift shop, above and beyond the book accompanying the exhibition. Given the wide range of books on gothic art & literature that were on display, many of which have been published since I left the academic world and thus have not seen or read before, I think I was very restrained. And the poster will look excellent in my Johnny-the-Homicidal-Maniac red hallway.
Tried a guerilla viewing of the Pre-Raphaelites while we were in the area, because I *heart* the Pre-Raphaelites even though that's supposedly a sign of ignorance, or sad gothicness, or what-the-fuck-ever, in the art world. I embody sad gothiness and I never claimed to know anything about art, so there. Anyhow, was foiled after one room what with the lack of sleep catching up with me. Somehow got back to Bristol in one piece.
I have been struggling since, but the fact that I made it to work both yesterday and today is testament to the fact that my physical health is much improved from even a year ago, and certainly better than when I left my last job. I can't think of the last time I would have been able to have a sleepless Monday night, do something the next day and get out of bed, much less go to work, for the rest of the week.
As is becoming disturbingly usual, this has been at the expense of my brain. If anyone sees it, please send it home. I really am going to do something of the magnitude of stupidity of wandering under a bus or burning down the house if I can't get some level of concentration back soon.
As usual, getting out and doing shit and seeing actual people has made me feel enormously better, despite the worrying brain-dribbling-out-ear side effect.
The Lene Lovich gig was fun. It seemed like she only played for 15 minutes, but apparently it was close to an hour. The place was unexpectedly packed out - I was expecting about 6 people to remember who she is, but getting across the venue to the Ladies' was an adventure.
Could have done without the visit from the insomnia fairy on Monday night. I'm not saying anything about the quality of the crash space (many thanks to
naturalbornkaos and kixie, it was much appreciated!) - visits from the insomnia fairy are an all too regular occurrence in my life.The Gothic Nightmares exhibition at the Tate was well worth the effort. It turns out I was not as familiar with Fuseli as I thought. There was a small shopping accident in the gift shop, above and beyond the book accompanying the exhibition. Given the wide range of books on gothic art & literature that were on display, many of which have been published since I left the academic world and thus have not seen or read before, I think I was very restrained. And the poster will look excellent in my Johnny-the-Homicidal-Maniac red hallway.
Tried a guerilla viewing of the Pre-Raphaelites while we were in the area, because I *heart* the Pre-Raphaelites even though that's supposedly a sign of ignorance, or sad gothicness, or what-the-fuck-ever, in the art world. I embody sad gothiness and I never claimed to know anything about art, so there. Anyhow, was foiled after one room what with the lack of sleep catching up with me. Somehow got back to Bristol in one piece.
I have been struggling since, but the fact that I made it to work both yesterday and today is testament to the fact that my physical health is much improved from even a year ago, and certainly better than when I left my last job. I can't think of the last time I would have been able to have a sleepless Monday night, do something the next day and get out of bed, much less go to work, for the rest of the week.
As is becoming disturbingly usual, this has been at the expense of my brain. If anyone sees it, please send it home. I really am going to do something of the magnitude of stupidity of wandering under a bus or burning down the house if I can't get some level of concentration back soon.
As usual, getting out and doing shit and seeing actual people has made me feel enormously better, despite the worrying brain-dribbling-out-ear side effect.
