I like them very much.
Fields and Glen by Strange Folk
Both off the album Unhand Me You Bearded Loon. My dad just recorded them off the vinyl. I looked for digitised versions for YEARS.
I like them very much.
Fields and Glen by Strange Folk
Both off the album Unhand Me You Bearded Loon. My dad just recorded them off the vinyl. I looked for digitised versions for YEARS.
Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, I see yet another one of these energy saving bulbs has black marks around the entrances to the tubes. This is not the first time. I think some kind of arcing is happening between the circuit and the tube, I don’t know whether this happens to all brands and is a design flaw in the concept of these bulbs or if its just a specific brand and implementation (the ones my dad happens to buy).
Either way though I am not particularly impressed.
In other news, my brother is jealous of my recent bout of nerdiness. He says that “You won’t even be interested in this next year and you’re ruining it for people who actually want to make something of themselves”. I asked, “Ruining it? How am I ruining it?” and he said “it shouldn’t be easy!” and “when I do things people will say ‘Oh your sister did that ages ago’” – further talking revealed that “people” is our mother…
…I really dunno what to do for the boy. He still craves his mother’s approval, that’s adorable, but futile. Apart from that… I can’t help what interests me…
I don’t get lonely that often really. Or, not lonely in a way where I don’t want to be lonely. Today, tonight, this morning, I do not wish to be lonely, but lonely I am.
I keep listening to this video, and when it gets to the shouts of “Христос воскресе” I join in with the response, or I was doing for a while. And it just… it makes me feel so alone here in Aberystwyth. Here I am, and there from my speakers is the illusion of solidarity, of all these people, all these people gathered together to share in Paschal joy (and Saturday night for me passed so fast), but it is an illusion, I am here in my room all alone. My family do not believe. My best friend does not believe. My Russian teacher is the closest person I could share this sentement with, and …well I don’t really know her well enough to call her up in the wee hours of the morning (or even during the day).
I’m stuck alone. And, I don’t like it. I think, I want to be in a crowd, somewhere loud, and bustling and full of life. This is something I never ever ever want, but it is what I want today, what I wanted yesterday.
I feel bad too that, is God not enough? Should I feel so alone? Does it mean something that I am lonely? Something about my disconnection from these events, not just in terms of physical proximity, but in terms of spirit? If I were closer to God, would I be immune to this, would I rejoice with the angels and forsake the need for men? Would the saints not be crowd enough for me?
I found out if I play songs I sang into a microphone after putting the title, artist etc tags in the mp3 – when I play it it comes up on last.fm. There is now a last.fm page with my actual name, and just for lulz I uploaded my (terrible) songs onto it.
I wonder how many people have done that? I never come across anyone who was as shameless as me so far to do that.
Hahahahaha. I played them to my mum, but she heard them through a mothers ears poor dear.
For today: http://www.last.fm/music/Sophia+Marsden/_/Christos+Anesti?autostart