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Don't know to what extent I'll be able to keep the goings on of Madame C and her circle updated while I'm on the road (ETA: and she now has 100 subscribers, between DW & LJ).
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But I was -
Three days, two overlapping conferences, at one of which I was keynoting, all very good (though I think three papers that all turned out to be surpriz Le Corbusier, which was not deducable from the titles, was possibly on the excessive side.)
But, really, ( There"s no no twisting like a slow slow twistingCollapse )
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Or, my contribution for More Joy Day:
Elvis and Wanda both ( exhort youCollapse )
So, put on that ( soulful dressCollapse )
Since the weather precludes ( dancing in the streetCollapse )
( ain"t nothing but a house partyCollapse )
rather than a ( ballroom blitzCollapse )
But anyway, let's ( twist and shoutCollapse )
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And am trying to think about girl groups singing about blokes who are not lying, cheating, deserting love-rats, or stalkers who pursue a young lady down the street until her ( heart starts bumping, blood pressure jumpingCollapse )
While we are pleased to learn that ( My Boyfriend"s BackCollapse ) and that he doesn't believe all those lies and is going to save her reputation, the song is actually addressed to Creepy Stalker Troll Guy telling him what the bf is going to do to him.
But we very seldom get anything in the raunchily female-gazey class of Etta James indicating that ( You Can Leave Your Hat OnCollapse )
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Dept of, Hope I Die Before I Get Old. Discussion about article by Some Guy in his 50s saying he thinks the desideratum is to just fade away at 75. I dunno, this strikes me, if he is nowhere near that age as yet, pretty much like 'life is completely downhill after 30!', and is possibly due to similar failure to imagine that there could be any other pleasure and satisfactions in life apart from those the person making such a statement can envisage.
He seems to be taking away the wrong message from this:
Today he can swim, read the newspaper, needle his kids on the phone, and still live with my mother in their own house. But everything seems sluggish. Although he didn’t die from the heart attack, no one would say he is living a vibrant life. When he discussed it with me, my father said, “I have slowed down tremendously. That is a fact. I no longer make rounds at the hospital or teach.” Despite this, he also said he was happy.You know, there's nothing wrong with slowing down a bit. Some might even say that we need more of that, and possibly at a rather earlier age, instead of all this strenuousity of achievement.
Also, can think of people who continued to make contributions well into their 80s and even 90s. There is no magic cut-off date.
Is this actually a sort of later-life version of Male Midlife Angst?
Dept of, This Goes Well Beyond Terribly Poor Stuff: I bet this guy (the writer's boyfriend) just thinks that he is being an Amazing Cute RomCom character:
We live in a house share, so have our own bedrooms. I like to do yoga in my room, but he barges in when he feels like it, despite me asking him numerous times not to disturb me. When I get cross with him for interrupting, he bleats: “But I just want to see you!” So I started locking my door. He has now worked out how to break into my room using a credit card on the lock, and he lets himself in whenever I have the door closed. He has walked in on me waxing my bikini line, depilating my ’tache and pumicing my feet. Not activities I think anyone should witness. He is amused at my outrage.
My response would be 'Deadbolt. Now.' Possibly also warning other people in house about boyfriend's lock-jimmying habits.
I find this particularly creepy because in the Slow Motion Trainwreck Relationship I would go into the spare bedroom to 'do the homework for the language class I was taking' (actually, to get on with writing the novel I was writing) and the other half of the relationship would always find some reason to poke his head around the door if not come into the room (for which there was really, no plausible reason except to check up on me). And this was absolutely someone who if one said one was writing something (not Modern Persian homework) would go 'Oh, let me read it!', which, NO.
Dept of, The Trouble Is the Fanbase. I like Northern Soul, or, at least, as I am sure my dr rdrz know, I like soul music from the period in question ('songs recorded in small studios by black singers, mostly between 1963 and 1971'). I may even watch the forthcoming movie. But, boy, it sounds like another of those things that young men use to create identity and boundaries e.g. you were apparently required to skorn Motown utterly.
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Okay girls, let's put our handbags in the middle of the floor, and dance round like we're dancing on these specimens of poor stuff:
I returned to A Clutch of Constables, which has a lot of the usual Marsh irksome things - racism is only expressed by the low and the vulgar (in fact is one marker of this) but the only person of colour we see is a dignified middle-class professional, something we have seen before in Dame N's work.
The usual class/gender/sexuality/prejudice against various groups issues - dodgy Aussie and dodgy Yanks, as well as the maddening spinster lady with her 'special friend' offstage.
But really: there are a couple of young people who keep showing up in a dodgy sort of fashion on a motorbike, described as 'mods'. Okay, maybe some mods did zip around on motorbikes rather than the usual Vespa motor-scooter.
But when someone actually describes them, what are described are quite clearly rockers (long greasy hair, leathers, etc), not mods (also, given the importance of soul music within mod culture, would mods have been quite that overtly racist? - not that it necessarily follows, I suppose).
I cannot believe that the distinction between the subgroups of 60s youth culture was not all over the media at the time she was writing. Mods were about style and dandyism.
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I have a new computer! and I've managed to set up with remarkably little hassle, considering.
Okay, this has been a bit of an up and down week in some ways, with some irksome health issues, BUT:
Successfully delivered Prestigious Public Lecture and received very gratifying feedback on same.
Have way ahead of schedule completed the cataloguing of a relatively substantial collection: all that's needed now is to label the boxes and complete the collection level description. (Stakanovite hedjog!)
And let's take this outside (the weather being so very fine), and go ( Dancing in the StreetCollapse )
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Realised that the title of this journal, 'Something like an agora, something like a salon' is possibly a bit outdated: these days I feel DW/LJ is more of a salon, and the agora/news on the Rialto aspect is much more on Twitter (maybe Facebook, but somehow that's not quite the same, possibly because of the family members and the people who post inspirational thoughts &/or quiz memes - 'What Unspeakable Horror from the Dungeon Dimensions are you?')
And, talking of inspirational thoughts, the one on my Yogi teabag tag this morning was particularly TWFU, but I have happily forgotten exactly what it was.
O Amazon, this is weird: in my book recs, an early novel by Faye Kellerman 'BA in Dentistry UCLA'. I suppose this might be pertinent if the fictional crime or its solution were tooth-related....
And, in further Dept of the, Did I Just See That? on my way home, outside the pub, I was passed by a lady who was either on her way to a Summer of 67 themed party, or a time-traveller from that year, in full hippy rig. Ah, the nostalgia. (All she lacked was the necklace of tinkly bells.)
Consumer complaint: O Marks and Spencer, how could you? I ordered online a mac for travel (I had hoped) which purported to have 4 pocketses. Now it has arrived I can only find 3, one of which is a rather small internal one, and the external two are not as generously proportioned as they looked in the picture. It's going back and it seems likely that Travelling Hedjog will again be wearing the increasingly shabby Next mac, which, however, has 4 pockets of decent size, 2 of them zippable.
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And the theme this week is connection - yes! the BT engineer came today and provided us with new cable for the one outside that was crumbling away.
It's a while since we had a hedjog bop session, so
Plus, here are the Marvelettes, also ( Slow Twistin"Collapse )
Because there's got to be some Motown in there somewhere
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Okay, girls, let's go with the boogying on down to the sad, yet danceable, tales of love-rats:
1960s 'comedy' Cockney version of 'Baby It's Cold Outside', featuring -
From round about the period when he was starring in the movie The System, after a run of Hammer horror.
(Apparently he had a very minor career as a pop singer during the 60s.)
I am 28 years old and have never dated. My mum seems incapable of understanding that a man and a woman can enjoy a platonic relationship and thinks I should have sex with my male friends. What should I do?
Well, I suppose this could be the modern equivalent of all those literary mas anxious that their daughters had not yet walked down the aisle with an eligible parti...
But my youth was lived to a background of song in which mothers exhorted their daughters to keep on dancing (rather than wander in the moonlight with the young man), tell him no, get the ring 'fore the romance start, etc...
or, at the very least, reassured them that you can't hurry love, you just have to wait, love don't come easy, etc.
Which at least displayed a certain amount of that's how the world is wisdom about appropriate female conduct.
This however sounds more like Really Bad Boundaries.
Maybe she's still living at home and mother is yearning for those days of empty-nest and these seem remote, but still. How is this her business?
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- Current Music:The Supremes, You Can't Hurry Love
Get on the floor and shake that money-maker!
( Money (a change of pace with the very weird Flying Lizzards version)Collapse )
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Yes, it's I I I all the way today!
Meeting at the National Archives this morning:
And late-opening desk duty this evening (even though we had no punters):