Is it fitting that Jeremy Irons voiced the audio tour for Westminster Abbey? The last voice work I remember him doing was Lolita. Yet it fills me with elation to hear him talk about monks who on average were constantly sick from overindulging in food and beer, causing digestive problems, liver complaints, nausea, obesity, and arthritis. Westminster is quickly becoming crowded with tombs and memorials.
I went back out to Camden to meet with one of Mikes friends, which was a bust, I don't think she got my e-mail. I called and we made some loose plans that I left behind for dinner, BBC, and work. I stuck myself indoors getting information of graduate programs, and then transcribing my article notes. It feels so good. Be who you are.
Though I have gone to a lot of museums, I should note that I don't canvass the whole building. I'm rapacious when it comes to exhibits, and jump around, looking for eye catching bayonets, death masks, or the like.
Tomorrow I have definite plans to get cocktails with Isa (friend of friends) in Camden, which hopefully will devolve into a more raucous night, or just some nice chats.
Ah, and to solve the mystery of what I did last night: I did the latter. Shunt Vaults is closed, sadly, and the warehouse is open. Then BBC 2 for history specials galore! Particularly two men going through daily life as Edwardian farmers. It was cooler than it reads. I did drink tea, and then later watched a show entirely dedicated to mocking recently discharged contestants from Apprentice. Then some nice mustacheod dramas before bed. Tonight is more of the same and I'm glad for it. You should be glad too, dear reader, that this intensely sexual icon isn't out on the town. I contain it, and my emotions.
I think London is done aside from some hangings out. Spain house has fallen through so my route after England looks to be: Paris, Switzerland, Prague, Vienna, Northern Italy, Seville, and then home? I have a return ticket to NYC for Dec 13th. Time to catch the flight to Oregon on the 19th. After which I stay put for a month or so, finishing applications, and preparing to move to New Orleans.
Of course there are contingency plans, and I'm always open to something else (blood oath for Sri Lanka anyone?). I just want to be in one place earning up some money for school. And if schools fall through I'll be ready. I'm looking at friends who have been at it longer than I and am glad to see none of them have things figured out - I'm not singling you out this time Dylan.
I feel strong. I am strong.
And what are you doing with yourself?
The go-bag described in those instructions is way too cumbersome. Crank style flashlight? Water? Rope? Is this thing a fucking roller duffel? Alls you need is a handgun, $10,000 in various denominations and currencies, and passports. Jeez. GET IT RIGHT.
ReplyDeleteI don't know anything about New Orleans except that it will be like New York for me; I would never have gone there except for best friend shenanigans. We can paint that town red, too. Cheers!