Wednesday, 26 May 2010


I’m quite charmed by Charlotte Gainsbourg’s new single and video.

Saturday, 22 May 2010

Pro to the cra to the stee to the nizzle.

“I'm not entirely sure that I am telling this story the right way round. I have said that it is like a circle, approachable from any point. It is also, like a circle, unapproachable from any point.” Stephen Fry, Making History.

This sums up my thesis woe admirably. It’s all there, but it’s slick and unscalable. When I’m done pushing forlorn characters around on an empty page I go and bake, re-arrange files on my computer, download dozens of albums, read unrelated books and psych myself into a state. Hello, procrastination, it’s been a while!
Something will have to be done.

Friday, 21 May 2010


In love with EVOL.

Thursday, 20 May 2010


why does it feel as if
my heart is being crushed
in a bench vice?

Monday, 17 May 2010


But time is not given
and time is not taken
it just sifts through itself.

I find architecture, as a trope, extremely romantic.

When I find myself in times of trouble ...

Sunday, 16 May 2010

When usually it's nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way?

I apologise for being a miserable fart on my birthday.
But if it suits so well ...

Monday, 10 May 2010

Everybody wants to be a cat.

Instead I run around the garden in unflattering flowery dresses, looking for where the time went.

I kinda want to live in a Lucksmiths song, these days.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

New shoes.

I am now obviously a better person.

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

A certain amount of vapid dancing.

Vividot was brought to my attention by calivintage, and I’m quite in love with the lovely trinkets on offer there. Aren’t these ravishing? I am consumed by want.

Secondly: I may have found an epigraph for my diploma thesis. I’ve become rather obsessed with finding a perfect one, but it will be hard to encompass the entirety of my topic in one little quote. I am, however, at the moment quite fond a phrase from Margaret Atwood’s Penelopiad, which is one of the books I'm writing about, that seems to sum up the gist of post-modern retellings of great canonized stories and their appeal pretty well, without being too much of a truism:
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.”
I’m not sure though. I must think about it. And I must get back to work. There is a certain amount of vapid dancing going on.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Pink, green or sky blue?

Summer has hit Vienna and it is decked out in all the shallow prettiness it can muster. It’s time to wear summer dresses and take a camera for a walk to catch the city, time to eat ice cream on campus right before storming back into the library to find more books for the diploma thesis, or attend lectures about modern architecture. It’s time to get into life threatening situations involving bikes, tram rails and morning traffic and colour one’s knees the same colour as the sky - a shining blue.
Help yourself to some pictorial impressions:

I’m rather glad I don’t live in a city designed by Le Corbusier, for something tells me that there would be no room there for the mind-boggling quaintness of that shop near my flat that specialises - exclusively - in selling pigs in all forms imaginable. And I know my life would be much impoverished, if that shop weren’t there.