so,

Nobody puts baby in a corner

What?

this is trust

Camden's newest get-fit incentive now caters to bike thieves. 

What would Vittorio De Sica think about all this excess? 

Watch out Twilight

Found this book in the St. Johns Wood Library...it's a wealthy and cultured area of North London home to Lord's Cricket Ground and a very posh high street.

So, what the beepity?!?  Those people don't need escapism (political incorrectness emphasized)! 

I applaud the emphasis of the nuclear family, even if the dad could crush the baby's head with his tricep and the mom's boobs are not huge because of milk.

I'll let you know how it ends.

an insufficient tribute

To Cathy Haught and her family.



Lyrics

In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you.
You're asleep, I'm screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up.
And like before, you've got no interest in the life you live when you're awake.
Your dreams still follow storylines, like fictions you would make.

So I lie down against your back, until we're both back in the hospital.
But now it's not a cancer ward, we're sleeping in the morgue.
Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you,
with heavy shovels holding earth.
You're being buried to you neck.
In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now.
I'm trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together.

You're screaming,
and cursing,
and angry,
and hurting me,
and then smiling,
and crying,
apologizing.

I've woken up, I'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me.
Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep.
But I know better as my eyes adjust.
You've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't work there in the hospital
(they had to let me go.)

When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift.
I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift.)
But you return to me at night,
just when I think I may have fallen asleep.
Your face is up against mine,
and I'm too terrified to speak.

You're screaming,
and cursing,
and angry,
and hurting me,
and then smiling,
and crying,
apologizing.

lalah...?

Every falafal shop in London has the Arabic word, "Halal" written somewhere via decal on the window of the shops.

Halal means the animals were killed and prepared in accordance with Islamic law.

The decals looks like this:

حلال

But, if you look closely, the restaurant in the picture above put the decal on backwards.

I laughed so hard when I walked past it.  I don't think the owners speak Arabic. 

*wipe tears from laughing* 

Maybe you had to be there

chairlift/phoenix gig

October 28, 2009. Brixton Academy. London.

It is so nice when two of my favorite bands play together at the same show! I'd been waiting for this show for about 2.5 months. And the day finally came. Boy did it come...and go. Sigh.

Chairlift played: Garbage, Dixie Gypsy, Le Flying Saucer Hat, Territory, Earwig Town, Make Your Mind Up, Planet Health, and Bruises.

Phoenix played...a lot. Most of their latest album and one or two tracks from each of their others.

She was saying, "Hayley, you are the best Chairlift fan ever.
Thank you Kristin for introducing her to us. You're a great fan, too."

drool, slobber.....i wanted to play sooo bad.

still not sure how she got her shirt to remain over her chest the entire show.

brimming with admiration/seething with jealousy
(it helped that she wasn't that great on drums)

Phoenix sang right to my soul.

loved. it. so. much.ly.
(note: man directly above not only makes beautiful music,
but also makes babies with Sophia Coppola)

working the streets

By the end of the fourth hour straight of flyering in the hilly neighborhoods and step-happy home entrances of West Hampstead, I was really tired.  And hungry. And thirsty.  All of a sudden, I had this overpowering feeling of superiority...I thought it was the satisfaction I get from working hard.  Turns out it's just cos I was on this street. 

Remind me to live on Good Body-Image Street someday.