January 7, 2007
Deck the halls with boughs of Me--ee!
So we had the crash but I’m not going to write about that yet. Not just yet. I can say though, that we are more or less fine and no one else was involved and we have no immediate plans to get on a two wheeler again. But I’m not going to write about that yet. That’s a biggun and I still haven’t slotted it into the grand scheme of things yet. It’s going to take a while. However, we are still accepting sympathy and cooked dinners from well wishers, so if you had planned to contribute these to these funds, I would recommend you do it sooner rather than later. Our bandages will be off soon and then no one will know we’re special.
I am going to have a fun moment here and display some highlights of my 2006 Christmas loot. Not for my benefit, of course, but to show you how great a boyfriend Patrick really is and to start finally using a camera alongside this blog so I can start creating some visual interest here.
Speechless. That’s the Harry Smith compilation.
That little orange dude there is the Buddha Box. I don’t know too much about it as its website is in chinese but it is an ambient music player which also contains an fm receiver so that the basic loops (there are nine) are refracted through the fm radio wavelength, theoretically playing an infinite number of beautiful noise tracks. It actually has quite a tinny little speaker—-was probably made from a discarded Radio Shack line of yore—-but that only adds to its accessibility and charm. It was made by two Chinese sound artists and Brian Eno has apparently got, like, 800 of them. Definitely one of the coolest things I’ve received in a long time.
And lastly … oh, Lorelai! Foxiest TV mum ever! Rory … truest smart girl that ever was! Seasons 1-6 of what has always been my favourite show to watch all by myself with a cup of Greens hot chocolate or a camomile tea. I love these women so much! Apparently each script runs the length of six ordinary TV shows because there is so much dialogue and infra-banter. And let me tell you it is not easy to portray whip smart quipping with genuine affection and humanity but these two do it and the production is so girly-girly lush and the characters so edible that I feel no shame in bringing down my teddy to watch the GGs with me. And now I get to enjoy them with another gift Paddy gave me: Persian fairy floss. Saffron flavoured. I told you he was good, didn’t I?
So, a Merry, belated Christmas to you all and a happy new year to boot. I had planned to write this on the day, but our plans went askew that Monday. But I’ll write more on that later, don’t you worry.
It’s just, like, what do you DO when you’ve got a boyfriend that good?