Star struck
Off without incident this morning. An enjoyable day, working with a guy called Steve on a COPD brief, and went to lunch with Karam and Keith having a fishfinger sandwich and a pint and chatted with First Matie in the afternoon. Turns out that Karam went to Warwick University like me, except some years later. Talking about familiar Leamington haunts. He also studied philosophy, but combined it with biochemistry and business studies. Ye Gods.
Home on a slow train, and wading through the pouring rain, realised my shoes leaked. Lorraine out again, this time collecting Betty and bringing her home. After cleaning up copious cat poo and wee (Basil the chief suspect being unable to squeeze out of the cat flap through being too fat) I snuck off to get a takeaway curry in the rain, enjoying the opportunity to read the local paper and drink a small beer while waiting.
Betty home and cheery, quickly changing into a furry jumpsuit called a onesie.
And so to bed.
Below Having that strange hunger for art again. Surfing in the afternoon looking for something to do with a concept, and stumbled on Van Gough's Starry Night. I could have looked at it for an hour. Every now and then my eyes and soul seem to crave visual beauty, and particular colours. Today I was pierced by Starry Night, and how the shapes of the Cypress trees at the front seem to want to be sucked into the stars' dance. To me this picture is about the afterlife, the Cypress (traditionally planted around graveyards) and the church pointing up to the beautiful and terrifying heavens.
Off without incident this morning. An enjoyable day, working with a guy called Steve on a COPD brief, and went to lunch with Karam and Keith having a fishfinger sandwich and a pint and chatted with First Matie in the afternoon. Turns out that Karam went to Warwick University like me, except some years later. Talking about familiar Leamington haunts. He also studied philosophy, but combined it with biochemistry and business studies. Ye Gods.
Home on a slow train, and wading through the pouring rain, realised my shoes leaked. Lorraine out again, this time collecting Betty and bringing her home. After cleaning up copious cat poo and wee (Basil the chief suspect being unable to squeeze out of the cat flap through being too fat) I snuck off to get a takeaway curry in the rain, enjoying the opportunity to read the local paper and drink a small beer while waiting.
Betty home and cheery, quickly changing into a furry jumpsuit called a onesie.
And so to bed.
Below Having that strange hunger for art again. Surfing in the afternoon looking for something to do with a concept, and stumbled on Van Gough's Starry Night. I could have looked at it for an hour. Every now and then my eyes and soul seem to crave visual beauty, and particular colours. Today I was pierced by Starry Night, and how the shapes of the Cypress trees at the front seem to want to be sucked into the stars' dance. To me this picture is about the afterlife, the Cypress (traditionally planted around graveyards) and the church pointing up to the beautiful and terrifying heavens.
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