You' d better give me something, before I sputter out

I used to love love this song when I was at secondary school. They used to play it on MTV New, which I used to watch religiously in order to maybe catch a glimpse of darling Radiohead:



I'm enjoying uni this year even though I'm swamped in work already. Most of my credits are really really interesting, except for Research Methods :(

Should be off to read a story called The Machine Stops by EM Forster. Sounds very full of sci fi and landscapes of white and grey metal. Shudders.

Liz
xxx

What is a marsh?

The big shock for all the Maltese people who, like me, were Enid Blyton junkies when they were children, was that at one point they realised there is no Rubadub mansion, no wooden panelling behind which there is a secret passage, no scones at teatime (What are scones anyway?), no autumn leaves, no boarding schools, no policeman saying "Clear Orf!", no mist and marshes, no friends with an insurmountable urge to create a secret society with a secret password.

TV

Today I realised that the only way to deal with disillusionment in a world deprived of heroes is to shut it out and watch TV on Youtube. It's what I did in my darkened room at twilight this evening. I felt so safe and blessed. I watched The Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2007. It was quite funny and kept me watching uploaded part after uploaded part. PV was fun yesterday but the urge to crawl inside my shell is still NOT negligible.

Important Expeditions

Yesterday I was so depressed I went on a long expedition in search of Radiohead's In Rainbows in the evening, similar to the one I had undertaken around five years ago in order to buy Ok Computer.I was feeling rather sad so I figured an hour going round on a rickety old bus in the gray sticky weather with my mp3 headphones stuck into my ears would do no harm. All the shops in Valletta did not have it. One particular salesman acted as if he did not know it was their latest album, which probably means he did not know it is their latest album, which makes him rather.. um.. inappropriate for his own job. I'm not one to ride on a ridiculous high horse and think Radiohead are uber cool and everyone should like them BUT I do expect someone who works at a record shop to know that a band as famous as Radiohead released an album. Nyways, I had nothing better to do so caught the bus off to Baystreet. The salesman there was refreshingly more knowledgeable but this led him to purchase the last copy of the album himself, so I headed back home with the promise that more copies were on the way. As you might have realised, I'm going through a bit of lull in the business of making myself happy. I don't know if the cocktail of Conrad, Radiohead and The Dark Knight OST is to blame, but I'm more inclined to think of it as a symptom of my glaring inability to make my life mean anything. I feel so tired and lethargic all the time, and I'm fed up of the same old places. I realised that what I really wanna do after I finish my degree is go get a Masters in Britain, but that sounds like impossibly hard and expensive. Besides I do think I'm a bit too lazy to take my studies that notch higher. And I know that I'll still do bally naught with a Masters as regards employability, but at least I'll be specialising in what I love and living in another country for a while. But knowing me I just won't have the guts :(

Before I leave I have to show you this: This guy is 40 friggin years old. And he's more handsome than ever. AND he plays in one of the best bands ever! Why aren't there more like him?



Till next time

Liz
xx

Batmannnn!

I was reading through some earlier posts and got an inexplicable urge to blog again, even though I doubt anyone reads this anymore. I have no idea how I'm going to go through life without marrying Christian Bale dressed up as Bruce Wayne (a.k.a guy behind the Bat mask). Italia Uno broadcast Batman Begins and I watched it for something like the fifth time if you count the times I rented it, and I did not get bored, not for one millisecond!

In other news, I've fallen in love with this song: Ceremony by New Order. It was on the Marie Antoinette soundtrack as well:)



pls excuse the crap video. There's also a Radiohead cover of the song which you can find among the related videos which appear after this vid ends.

I wish I could write more but it's one thirty and I need to go to sleep.

Much love
liz
xxx

"this beautiful never-ending... nothing"

I just watched The Good Girl and I wept like a baby afterwards. It is such a sad little story about the impossibility of running away from one's utter loneliness, it is about delusion, disappointment and failure and sadness and tragedy and shattered dreams. What makes it so tragic is that it's the story of so many people. I also took the title of this entry from it. And then I went on IMDB to look the film up and read that assault charges against Christian Bale have been dropped. This made me smile and thus I realized that I am what is technically known as a loser.

Summer has been quite good so far. It started out with a blast. I, the undersigned, the undersigned wimp I might add, went to a rock festival. And I survived! Well almost, I wouldn't have without my sister's apartment to sleep in for two hours/ shower every early morning. I watched Radiohead play live in front of my bespectacled eyes and I still cannot believe it happened to me. My idols from my teenage years just a few metres away from me. Nine hours starving in the same spot took care of the short distance. They played for two hours, which amounts to practically a whole gig:) Just before Radiohead came on, I had the privilege to watch Sigur Ros play their ethereal heart-wrenching music at sunset, which amounts to quasi-perfection. My exhaustion prevents me from elaborating further on the festival and the other acts we were lucky enough to watch.

I started work at Centrecom and it's as soul-crushing as booking flights all shift long can be. But mastering the reservation system is quite a challenge, even if a terribly unstimulating one. But thankfully the environment is quite friendly and my shifts are usually not bad. I work four shifts a week usually but now I'll probably make it a point to reduce them so as to have more time to read up for my thesis. I've had this one single thesis idea tucked away in my mind since April and finally i plucked up the courage to go talk to Dr Callus about it and realized I hadn't improved on it since April. I already feel like a pretentious incompetent git for having had the guts to go talk to Callus when I'm so clueless. Time will tell.

I guess I'll have to leave now since I'm out of wordless music I can blog to. Just one word of advice to those who haven't yet had the good sense to watch The Dark Knight. It's amazing, haunting, visionary. I MEAN IT. I did not want to leave the cinema when it ended because I wanted to rewind it and watch it all over again. Yes. It's that good. Heath Ledger is perfect as the Joker. And Christian Bale is Christian Bale. Guess I should be off now. Had more to write but it just fizzled out into hazy drowsiness.

Liz
xxx

Radio waves

You know, I love radios. They are so cool. The one in my room is a distinctly eighty-ish one: complete with ultra-stiff tuner and knobs the colour of fake dull silver. Very retro if you ask me. The cult indie crowd would love it I presume. What I love about radios is the idea of all these different disembodied voices coming into your drowsy little room and their absurd detachment and/or connection to your life. Last night I fell asleep to the voice of a guy on BBC radio, who was saying that the internet has led to the creation of an individual who is essentially alone and desperate. I love these adjectives of doom. Desperate. Alone. Don't they remind you of dear old Conrad? This afternoon two guys on XFM broadcast a really stupid jingle about the need for guys to test themselves for testicular cancer. Earlier on I heard an advert for Malta's very own High School Musical. Yes. Absolutely swell. Yet another way to celebrate mediocrity!!! Of all the stupid ideas. That insufferable show with that insufferable couple. Zac and Vanessa can put one off falling in love for years. It is bad. And then of course radios bring you the (mainstream) music of the age, which sometimes tends to be quite degenerate, but you do get the gems sometimes.

Anyway my point is that my exams are finished. As are my assignments and my German Circle exams. And it is only for this reason that I can go on rambling about radios till you are prone to end up murdering me. Anyways must be off to continue lazing drowsily about. Started work training with Centrecom. Will ramble about that some other time. Thanks to Andrea and co. for the lovely bag and top! Much Love! Isle of Mtv tomorrow! Let's learn all the Enrique/One Republic/ The Kooks lyrics by heart so we have good reason to scream:)

Till next time
Take care
liz