The moon and the sea.
03/06/2004 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie is procrastinating yet again. Seems not just werewolves act strange when the moon is big, round, very full and fat. Iz had her moonshine picnic up on the hill. It was a gorgeous sunset but was most peeved indeed that the one big chance to see the big white face poking its head above the horizon was yet again ruined by some most inconsiderate clouds. Ended up being about 40 minutes after moonrise before there was even the itsiest bitsiest glimmer of moonlight. But shortly after that all the clouds disappeared and it's now glowing outside in all its glory. Iz will soon potter off home from the Min and sit outside toasting the moon with her furry friendses.
The computer labs are still crazy. Iz was going to put paid to her fits of procrastination and finally stick her beak into that big fat green book of auditing standards tomorrow. But other temptations are most luring indeed.
The Maritime museum advertised walks around the harbour at 11am and 2pm each day this week until Sunday. But they did not say that you first had to pay admission. Most of the events that weren't free have little asterisks marked on them. Since this one didn't, silly Iz assumed that it was.
But what I did discover is that the museum is half price for students and not only that - for a mere 2 silver sickles more than the regular entry price, you can get an annual boarding pass and discounts on the submarine tour which is an optional extra. Oh most most tempting indeed. Since the Izzie student days will be over in December, makes sense to make the most of it. But today we had other plans concerning the observation of certain celestial objects. So the obvious thing to do is to return and join tomorrow. Will go on the walking tour of the harbour but leave the shipwrecks, submarine and stuff for another day. Some time after the exams.
On a quick visit to the shops to stock up on panini, parmesan and Lindt 85% choccies, Iz passed a music store that was playing a song I've heard a squillion times on the radio. It sounds very like Patti Smith but these days they never tell you anymore on the radio who anyone is. So it was the perfect opportunity to go in and ask. So that's who the folks are with that crazy name "Eskimo Joe"! I guess it took at least three months to find out who the other gorgeous 'goth' group were with the spooky spine-tingling songs. Turned out to be Evanescence.
It makes it so so much harder to remember a song when you have no names of any sort to go by.
So the afternoon was spent having lunch at the Juicy Beetroot cafe which is a most quirky place indeed full of tree hugging very green hippies. Since Izzie has Entish tendencies herself, she feels right at home there.
So we had ourselves a big bowl of rice with lentils, vegie hotpot and some very strange but tasty spinach and chickpea curry. Nothing like some munchies to quickly cure the grumpies.
Then it was off to St Brutus again for a coffee and some lounging about and talking to trees. Had originally intended to have a proper peek at the gramophone, TV and ancient radios exhibition that looked so intriguing on Sunday. But the day turned out to be much sunnier than expected and it would have been a terrible waste of daylight hours.
Izzie's favorite cartoonist was again on the radio this evening and the transcript of the program was also supposed to be online today. But it was not there. Most of the programs in that particular timeslot have transcriptions but not that one. Most peeved indeed. It was so so interesting and was really looking forward to posting the link as part of the Izzie mission to corrupt her friendses into also becoming addicted.
They also never put online the wonderful program about spies. As one of the Izzie heroes Andrew Wilkie commented "There are only policy successes and intelligence failures" And he should know. He spilled the beans on the government before they signed up to the war in Iraq based on a load of lies. He came out and said the emperor had no clothes and the government didn't like it one icky bit. So of course they are trying to make him out to be some flaky crazed lunatic.
Just been to check that the audio link is still there. Iz prefers transcripts. You don't need any arty farty program to use them and you can skim quickly to find the bits you want. This is a very big deal for Iz where the computers don't have sound or any possibility of using headphones. They do at the netcafe where the wild young things spend all night blowing 'the terrorists' to smithereens but paying internet cafe rates for basically listening to the radio is a decadence beyond the wildest dreams of Goblins with house elf wages such as ickle Iz.
Of course, all the cool special effects are missing. But you can't have everything.
The computer labs are still crazy. Iz was going to put paid to her fits of procrastination and finally stick her beak into that big fat green book of auditing standards tomorrow. But other temptations are most luring indeed.
The Maritime museum advertised walks around the harbour at 11am and 2pm each day this week until Sunday. But they did not say that you first had to pay admission. Most of the events that weren't free have little asterisks marked on them. Since this one didn't, silly Iz assumed that it was.
But what I did discover is that the museum is half price for students and not only that - for a mere 2 silver sickles more than the regular entry price, you can get an annual boarding pass and discounts on the submarine tour which is an optional extra. Oh most most tempting indeed. Since the Izzie student days will be over in December, makes sense to make the most of it. But today we had other plans concerning the observation of certain celestial objects. So the obvious thing to do is to return and join tomorrow. Will go on the walking tour of the harbour but leave the shipwrecks, submarine and stuff for another day. Some time after the exams.
On a quick visit to the shops to stock up on panini, parmesan and Lindt 85% choccies, Iz passed a music store that was playing a song I've heard a squillion times on the radio. It sounds very like Patti Smith but these days they never tell you anymore on the radio who anyone is. So it was the perfect opportunity to go in and ask. So that's who the folks are with that crazy name "Eskimo Joe"! I guess it took at least three months to find out who the other gorgeous 'goth' group were with the spooky spine-tingling songs. Turned out to be Evanescence.
It makes it so so much harder to remember a song when you have no names of any sort to go by.
So the afternoon was spent having lunch at the Juicy Beetroot cafe which is a most quirky place indeed full of tree hugging very green hippies. Since Izzie has Entish tendencies herself, she feels right at home there.
So we had ourselves a big bowl of rice with lentils, vegie hotpot and some very strange but tasty spinach and chickpea curry. Nothing like some munchies to quickly cure the grumpies.
Then it was off to St Brutus again for a coffee and some lounging about and talking to trees. Had originally intended to have a proper peek at the gramophone, TV and ancient radios exhibition that looked so intriguing on Sunday. But the day turned out to be much sunnier than expected and it would have been a terrible waste of daylight hours.
Izzie's favorite cartoonist was again on the radio this evening and the transcript of the program was also supposed to be online today. But it was not there. Most of the programs in that particular timeslot have transcriptions but not that one. Most peeved indeed. It was so so interesting and was really looking forward to posting the link as part of the Izzie mission to corrupt her friendses into also becoming addicted.
They also never put online the wonderful program about spies. As one of the Izzie heroes Andrew Wilkie commented "There are only policy successes and intelligence failures" And he should know. He spilled the beans on the government before they signed up to the war in Iraq based on a load of lies. He came out and said the emperor had no clothes and the government didn't like it one icky bit. So of course they are trying to make him out to be some flaky crazed lunatic.
Just been to check that the audio link is still there. Iz prefers transcripts. You don't need any arty farty program to use them and you can skim quickly to find the bits you want. This is a very big deal for Iz where the computers don't have sound or any possibility of using headphones. They do at the netcafe where the wild young things spend all night blowing 'the terrorists' to smithereens but paying internet cafe rates for basically listening to the radio is a decadence beyond the wildest dreams of Goblins with house elf wages such as ickle Iz.
Of course, all the cool special effects are missing. But you can't have everything.
