byronic impulses

not of the sexual, sodomising kind, sillies!

just, to read byron. i was looking up quotes in a giant quote book at work, the big oxford one, and i got deeply excited about reading that biography i got in the museum of natural history in NY. or was it the MET? it was somewhere slightly inappropriate. and the complete works. i have a reading copy, as well as my ebay 1838 and my 185- which was my first ever book. god, i want someone to talk romantics with. it aint lachlan's thing, which i understand. but arg. i remember hearing, long ago, there was a movie in the piplines with jonny depp as bryon. how good would that be? actually, on second thoughts, possibly not that good, given that byron tettered towards overweight most of his life, and there is nothing overweight about depp. he just has that :tortured: look, also possessed by lachlan. i am always amused that my little petal looks so tortured, given that he is not even slightly. it's dark eyes, i swear. and being of a Quiet Disposition.

lachlan is moooving today! he is three houses down the road, on the other side, living with the Lovely emily from rave. we will have a party with cucumber sandwiches and tea. well. this is a statement not unlike our planning for making music. it's an ideological party, rather than a real one. it's a small apartment.

wearing in new boots is a dubious sort of fun, given that i now have a lump on the top of my foot. ouchies. but so shiney! so new! so pretty! so boot-y!

in other news, people, for god's sake, don't go into a bookstore asking what your ::insert relative here:: wants. we- the collective bookstore workers of the world - don't care. we want you to go. pick your own goddamn presents. and don't come in a few minutes before closing, stay for 20 minutes, and Still expect me to care. it's my home time.

right now, i am coverting a copy of madam bovery, by flaubert, one of 1000 in the world, cover done by... that shoe designer who is unusually evil. i want this because we have probably the only copy in brisbane, and it's autographed by the illustrator, and it's going to be worth a few grand in a year or so. however, given that it would be folly to as much as undo the plastic wrap, there is little point.


i am about to start my green shawl for the third time. this is because i keep fucking up the gauge, or the number or stitches, or other such things. i have a stitch pattern i am happy-in-my-heart with. i just need smaller needles.

i missed david toop on thursday, owing to being open late. poopies. ah well. there are other Exciting things next year, and a rilato-people show with lets not(but say we did) who i am curious to see on the basis that claire claimes he is my Boy Twin. only, obviously, with that nifty musical talent and drive that i lack.

lifted brow launch!!!! it's in early january, and i have an article in it, and i am excited!