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friday favourites :: 07.10.11

well crap. this is the part where i ruminate on what sort of week it's been and then direct everyone's attention to the sorts of things that have provided a distraction from the horrifying realities of the everyday world. right. i'll get back to you on that.

i'll say up front that i'm bummed about this week's loss of steve jobs. yes, he could grate on one's nerves and, yes, he seemed to have enough ego for three, but the fact is that you're reading this because, while others thought that eventually, the entire world would have to learn how to interact with computers, he believed that computers would need to be adapted to respond to those who wanted to use them. and yes, that includes all you windows users, weather you know it or not.

i'm an apple person from way back, but i'm also someone who continues to be an apple person, because i love the way that their devices do exactly what i want and the fact that, when there is a problem, getting it fixed is more like a warm bath than a cold shower. others disagree with me. that's fine. you're entitled to your opinion. but i do think that the loss of mr. jobs represents the loss of a real visionary, the kind of person who is really needed right now, in so many ways.

other than that, the reason that this week is a bit tricky is that i honestly can't think of anything new and exciting. i only started doing this weekly update earlier this year, so it's a little bit of a shock to find out that, like most things preserved in alcohol, i have a shelf life of only six to eight months before becoming stale. in all seriousness, everything i've done this week that's actually brought any level of enjoyment is something that i've already written about in past posts. i have pushed no boundaries, broken no patterns and exceeded no limits in the last seven days.

in point of fact, i'd have to say that i've done pretty close to bugger all in the last seven days. well, there were some useful things thrown in there, but i don't think that anyone is going to believe me if i say that doing the laundry was a real favourite activity. or paying the bills. or feeding the cats, for that matter, even though it can be really fun to watch the descent at meal time. [no, really.]

SURELY THERE WERE SOME THINGS WORTH REMEMBERING? FIND OUT, PLUS THE WEEKLY CAT PIC AFTER THE BREAK...



i could, for instance, say that i was happy about the fact that my landlords finally turned the heat on. except that, after three or four days of frost warning, they only managed to get the heaters working on the day when the mercury once again rose to above seasonal temperatures, meaning that i am currently living in a sort of weird sauna. with cats. no one ever wanted to go live in a sauna with cats, i assure you. i'm unfortunately under threat of death if i open a window, which seems more than a little unreasonable under the circumstances, but these are the rules.

i did think, in honour of the fact that i've basically done nothing of interest in the last week, that i might do a list of "favourite favourites"- best episodes of shows i've mentioned, favourite red lipsticks, favourite music for the fall, etc. but then it occurred to me that any of those topics would virtually demand that i write at length about why each was a favourite, which means that, had i chosen to do such a post, you'd be reading chapter one of a very long, wordy novel. with no real conclusion.

so in the interests of saving you from such a fate, there are just a few things that brightened my days, and here they are:

arrested development, v2.0 :: well, i already wrote about my love for this series, but this week, officially, actually, from the horse's mouth and the mouths of its stablemates, we found out that the cleverest and funniest series to grace network television will be returning, both for a limited-run television engagement [to get everyone caught up on what the hell the bluths have been doing for the last five years] and as a feature film, where we get to see just how badly they can screw up their lives from now on. it's a festivus miracle. see the "family reunion" here [you have to "like" the new yorker on facebook in order to watch the video, but, really, there are far worse things you could be liking.


the original glamazon :: mac cosmetics announced this week that it will be launching a collection [i'm unclear as to whether it will be in late 2011 or early 2012] in collaboration with... miss piggy. although, as a lipstick addict, i'm a little unclear as to how a spokesmodel with no lips will be able to sell such products, i'm not troubling myself too much [also, there are some reports that this will be an "eyes only" collection]. after all, the muppets [and i'm speaking here of the jim henson-era muppets] were a huge formative influence on me. miss piggy in particular taught me a lot of what i needed to know about femininity- i.e., that it should infuse everything you do, right up to the point where you have to karate-chop someone in order to get what you want. bring it on, mac, bring it on.

doing what i like :: as i mentioned in my previous post, this is a very good month for me as a dj. not only have i been able to do two editions of "the caustic lounge" in quick succession. [ok, if you want to be picky, one of those wasn't this month, but last month, but i really think that's quibbling and i don't understand why we're even arguing about it, particularly in light of the fact that i'm not speaking to another person, meaning that this debate is taking place entirely inside my head...] now, i get to spend next weekend doing a more dance-oriented set [something i haven't done in a few months], followed the next day by a radio set [which is a different animal entirely]. and a couple of weeks after that, *poof*, it's time for the caustic lounge again. that's a lot of fun for one person to handle, but i think i'm up to the task. and i hope you're up to joining me.

i promise that this week, i'll try to be more interesting and go skydiving, or parasailing, or at least try to stab some people so i can report on favourite techniques.

until then, i'll leave you with a shot of one little guy who made my week a lot better. monday, you see, i had a touch of a cold, which i picked up from dom, who was sick all of last weekend. i was lucky enough to have this little doctor, who was diligent in checking up on me and insistent that i ride out any signs of illness by laying down and scratching his ears. i'm not normally a big fan of doctors, but this one seems to know how to heal me. [photo taken on my iphone.]




Comments

Biba said…
Animals are sure the best doctors out there! I'm glad he made you feel better!
flora_mundi said…
Thanks Biba- doing much better now. Although the doctor still seems to think I need to spend a lot of time lying down, cuddling him.

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