And there she was ablogging again

It's a bitterly cold Sunday afternoon. The kind where it's as if someone from up above is ordering you to curl up in bed and do your readings in the feeble light that envelopes your poor trembling body. The weather has been having some schizophrenia issues, as is quite usual, and it was rather sunny for a couple of hours. I was tempted to sleep but my conscience kept nagging me so I went on with the German book we have to read for the German Circle course i'm taking. We had the 'prize day' last Wednesday and it kind of made me feel guilty about how much I've been giving German the cold shoulder lately, especially since they awarded me a lovely book complete with full colour pictures weehey! It's something about Thomas Mann and his life. Hmmm sounds very uppaclass to me. They also gave us Gluehwein, which is basically mulled wine, and let me say it's the only wine I've ever tasted that I've actually enjoyed savouring, so that was uppaclass too. Anyways this book that I'm reading is called 'Der Schimmelreiter', which means the rider of a kind of horse called a Schimmel (don't ask. I don't know). It's about this dykemaster in a seemingly rather remote village in the north east of Germany, and it's a rather unfamiliar subject, but thankfully I'm getting on quite well. The secret is this: Forget the dictionary. You don't have to understand everything. Otherwise you'll never manage to finish the book and, even if you do, you'll have died of dictionary- induced boredom beforehand, so you won't finish it in any case.

In other news, today I wrote a poem. I think it's the second one after the first I wrote eight years ago. Wow at this rate of production I shall soon be elected Poet Laureate. I presume it could very well be epic crap (and no it's not an epic) yet I am still rather filled with glee at the whole affair. I even tried to work a little with technique (big word about which I hardly know anything but anyways): I even tried to do something with the rhyme and even counted the syllables of a line that sounded epically crap to see how I could change it. I had no idea what on earth I was doing but I still thoroughly luurved the feeling. Gotta start doing it a bit oftener than once every eight years.

A few minutes ago I saw a rainbow yet now it's getting dark and the sky has turned a stern and forboding steely grey. Do you know that this is the darkest week of the year, leading up to the shortest day ie the winter solstice ie 21st December? I think I'm right. In other updates, yesterday was an enjoyable night out despite the cold and the stupid argument with dear Desiree. I hadn't spent time with dear sweet Claire for quite a while, and hence it was well worth the seemingly sub-Alaskan temperatures and the lame Pacevillian spots :)

Lastly: I'd like to congratulate Salt, of whom my brother is the uppaclass bassist, for winning the best Newcomer BMA, and deservedly too! To check out their music go to http://www.myspace.com/saltsound

Post-lastly: Radiohead have a new album out! It's been out online for a while: and I have absolutely fallen in love with this song. Exquisite!

That's all for now. Hope you are having a lovely Christmas season.
Take care,
Lizzy
xxx