Thursday, February 22, 2007

Ooodervard: The photographer for the comedians who might be funnier than them

---------------------------------------------------------- I don't think he realises just how hilarious he is sometimes. Amy x ----------------------------------------------------------
From: Ooodervard
Date: 20 Feb 2007, 17:45
Subject i just don't understand
Body: huh? what is the point in this product... especially to those in the brighton area pricey stones i mean come on?! we have a beach full of them!!! Ed M

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Eubank Empire is Crumbling at my Feet

Quite a few months ago, a property developer bought Chris Eubank's mansion, plus the mansion next door, and over the course of the summer we saw it being razed to the ground from our upstairs window. There's literally only a fence separating us from what is the size of a decent helicopter landing ground. And this week, the bulldozers are back. The floor of my bedroom shakes. Glasses are bouncing like hard-core ravers at 3am. There is a news buzz racing through my house that the developers now want to tear down the row of trees and our precious vine-covered fence in order to drill underneath the ground. Once that fence is down, my entire bedroom, which is southwardly facing, will be one giant peepshow as the entire wall is glass. Ay caramba.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

Happy birthday

Recently I've been feeding my subconscious lots of new shiny things to play with, the best being "Spike, Mike, Slackers & Dykes: A guided tour across a decade of American independent cinema", by John Pierson. This came as a recommendation from Stu aka Feeling Listless. He's recommended some more so I'd better keep plowing. Everyone I've shown it to has heard of it and/or read it, which must mean my friends are pretty fucking cool.

I'm so tired these days - winter's hitting me hard - so I find it difficult to read at night without passing out. Hence my 15 minute read to and from work every day. Which in turn makes me feel guilty, as I should really be walking and getting some exercise and not wasting the money on bus fare. Unfortunately, the either/or paradigm is alive and kicking in my life.


Two things I'm grateful for:


1/ I don't live in North Korea
2/ Kim Jon-il is an Aquarius, not a Pisces


Oh yeah, it's my birthday next week. Those of you in Brighton should come to my film premiere / birthday celebrations on Monday 26th & Tuesday 27th February at Sussex Arts Club. Like I haven't told everyone. More details on : www.myspace.com/onlystopping

If anyone wants to come out this weekend, tonight there's viva la viva (my friend's just had her viva) at the Cricketers and a tempting All Time Top 100 @ Cosmo Bar + Saturday night is Slackers @ Concorde 2 (definite) and equally tempting birthday club night for Detournament/It Came From the Sea @ Greenhouse Effect. I'll be out providing I don't pass out at 9.30pm this weekend.

love and pistachio nuts
Amy x

"Kim Jong-il's Birthday Finds Pyongyang in Party Mood "

North Korea is in party mood on the 65th birthday of its leader Kim Jong-il on Friday. A trader who recently visited Shinuiju reports that North Korea, fresh from negotiating massive aid in six-party nuclear talks, has announced a five-day holiday this weekend, which includes the dear leader¡¯s birthday on the 16th and the Lunar New Year holiday on the 18th. Normally, North Koreans get two days off for Kim¡¯s birthday and another two for the Lunar New Year.
Sources in China, just across the North Korean border, say the communist country decided to dole out an extra month¡¯s worth of food ration to citizens. Per household, that includes 500 g of cooking oil, a kilogram of sugar, five eggs and a bottle of liquor. A North Korean official visiting the Chinese border city of Dandong confirmed this, saying an order was delivered to spare no efforts to supply goods to commemorate the leader¡¯s birthday. North Korea will reportedly attempt round-the-clock electricity supply during the holiday, instead of the usual limited periods.



A rally was held Thursday at the April 25 House of Culture in Pyongyang, North Korea to celebrate the 65th birthday of leader Kim Jong-il on Friday. The image was taken from a Korean Central Television broadcast./Yonhap



Intelligence reports say a huge mosaic is being laid along Kwangbok (Liberation) Street and Tongil (Unification) Street in downtown Pyongyang. The size has not been confirmed, but one official said 20,000 Pyongyang residents were mobilized to lay it. The official Korean Central News Agency reported last week that the words ¡°Supreme Military General Kim Jong-il¡± had been engraved on a boulder atop Mt. Myohyang.

One source said North Korea is trying to recall former North Korean leader Kim Il-sung¡¯s 65th birthday, April 15, 1977, which was the most stable period in North Korea¡¯s history. On the day, Kim senior passed out blankets and tables to each North Korea family and began the tradition of giving uniforms and candy to students. One North Korea defector recalled that year as the happiest time in the country¡¯s collective memory. The Chosun Sinbo, the mouthpiece of the pro-Pyongyang General Association of Korean Residents in Japan or Chongryon, this week reported North Korean children were happy to receive candy and uniforms.

One former senior North Korean official says Kim Jong-il is being referred to as the ¡°general who emerged victorious in the final battle with the U.S.¡± since the country¡¯s nuclear test in October and ensuing negotiations. ¡°North Korea appears to be playing up the fact that it now has nuclear weapons and can use it to its benefit,¡± says Yoo Ho-yeol, a professor of North Korean Studies at Korea University.
(englishnews@chosun.com )

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

I lost all my playlists so I'm making new ones

I'm not sure how I managed to lose all of my playlists on iTunes. A few days ago, I moved half of my mp3s onto the F drive, so as to create more space on C, but I don't understand how or why that would do it. Too much IT know-how for the Office IT girl I guess. So, I've decided that I'm going to create some new playlists. The old ones were pretty lame. Mark Steele lectures, research I was doing on 1991, disco, hiphop, 80s shit. My ex once opened one of the playlists and commented that I wasn't even being consistent with the genres, so perhaps a thematically-centered tactic will work for me. So - check it out.... My first playlist will be RAGE AGAINST THE EX. It's a bit mean since I know he glances at my blog, presumably to see how I'm doing, as opposed to having a real conversation with me. I might have mentioned that on the weekend before last (Saturday 27th January, to be exact) I sent him a text saying that I couldn't see him ever again, or at least not for a very long time, because I was far from being over the end of our relationship. I'd gone over to his house for a meal, and when I asked him if he'd like to go out to eat on the next Friday, a treat for his birthday, he mumbled "maybe" and shrugged. Maybe's just don't cut it in my world. I put on my coat and left, then sent him that text. After much contemplation, I've realised that it's unfair to myself to see him. It's been 5 months since our split, and I suppose things were far from over when we did split, just a little less than ideal, so it's unrealistic to expect that we can both just "be friends" in such a short space of time. That evening, I got ridiculously drunk at a party, fell and hurt my arm. You've heard that one. The following Thursday, I was sitting in the Evening Star with Adam, Jeanette, and Shiny & co, and I tell Jeanette all the to-ing and fro-ing and she concludes that we are the real thing. Resplendent with a major cold, exhaustion and 2 bottles of Westons (so bad but so good), I fall off my stool. "No way, don't even start." Throughout the week everyone is impressed with my strength of mind on the matter, since usually I'm a bit fickle and wishywashy with matters of the heart. The following weekend, I go to my friend's housewarming party in Bow, get ridiculously drunk, and try to eat a plastic donut. I'm told that when I realised it wasn't real, I chucked it across the room. It was my ex's bday on Sunday and I was feeling pretty rotten, knowing that he was a stone's throw away in East London, probably fucked out of his mind and copping off with some girl. However, I knew and know that things will get better. This week has been like a bowl of cold lumpy oatmeal, and the only sexy thing I've done is order an ipod to celebrate my birthday (end of the month). I've been doing a bit of freelance work, so I deserve it. Monday night is the slam poetry extravaganza "Hammer and Tongue" at the Komedia. Tuesday is an early night in. Wednesday is sausage and mash at Kesh's. Last night......guess what? ex phones. Wants to ask what our postcode was and to thank me for the flowers and the expensive bottle of French wine I gave him as a belated bday present. I had to go collect money off him on behalf of housemates for old bills on Monday, so I felt it would have been a bit mean to turn up empty-handed. "Great," I said breathlessly. I'd just finished a mind-blowing session with an army of hyper 14 year olds, trying to help them finish their mag in Peacehaven and was running for the bus when he phoned. Ex then suggests that he'll ring me another time and we'll "go for a drink sometime." I absently agree, switch off, and sit on top of the bus trying to recover my breath and sanity. When it hits me. NO IM NOT GOING TO MEET UP WITH MY EX FOR A DRINK LIKE ALL OF A SUDDEN WE'RE FRIENDS. dammit. It really made me angry. I got home, had my M&S pizza, had some wine, tried to watch a film, but realised I really had to have words. Did he not get my text? What was that all about? "Did you not get my text?" "Yeah, it said to phone you." "No, the other one. The one that said I didn't think we should see each other." "Yeah." "Well, there. I can't meet up with you for a drink." "Fine." As Shiny McShine aka Chris pointed out last Thursday at the Evening Star, at least this decisive move meant I didn't have any problems anymore. True. I had to buy phone credit to tell me ex that. Damn him. I'm tired of him thinking he can call of the shots. Screw him. I'm not going to start on my RAGE AGAINST THE EX playlist right now because a/ I have Brodinski on and he is so cool and b/I have to go to work. Maybe I'll wait til the next time ex pisses me off to compile it. Hm. And yes, I'm fine (mother, friends who don't live in UK). I'm happy at work, a bit stressed about film premiere, need to stop being so busy and find some time to write. Good things are bubbling underneath the surface, and in a way, I can't wait until March so I can get a sizeable chunk of writing done. A xx

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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

My friend Ruth is cool

Hey About to run off to get my arm x-rayed, but I thought I'd stick up a link to an article my friend Ruth wrote about a project her organisation ran in Kosovo to provide independent unbiased news and promote free-flow discussion amongst people there. It was published in the Bridge, which is the Southeast European supplement of the Economist. You can find it here. It's a very good read. Icy outside, but I got tons of sleep last night. I dreamt I was falling through the sky with a last-minute parachute. Running now. A x

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