Wednesday 20 February 2008

A maunder in Jane's brain box

Evening!

(Is how I would greet you right now, but in actual fact this may be read at any time of day).

I am going to start my blog writing career by writing about my favorite things and places so that maybe an opinion of my character may be formed.

Of course, like any self respecting youth, I love music. Probably a little bit more than my cat and a little bit less than my sister. I am not very genre specific though, that is to say, I havn't become hooked on Evenescence and as a result use shipments of eyeliner on a daily basis. In fact, I like an eclectic variety, some popular, some discredited and some because I feel obliged. I will give you a taster of what I like by giving you my top...say...five: 1. Emiliana Torrini 2. Morrissey 3. Joanna Newsome 4. Acoustic Ladyland, and 5, IAMX. That is in no particular order, I like them all similarly, just at different times.

Now onto another thing which I like, more, probably, than music (but again, less than my sister), books. I like books that have been read before, moth eaten and preferably hardbacked but that have lost the crappy paper cover and maybe has gathered a few coffee stains on the inside front page. Even better than this is a book which has got a note in the front from a friend telling you why they thought you would like it and which bits they think you will enjoy most. Many such books have been distributed, not many received. I am genre specific about books, I like cult fiction, classic novels and epic poems. Very willing to read other types but it will not take a lot for me to become disengaged from it and loose interest in the plight of the characters.

The third thing I like the most is exercise, the kind where you don't have to think about a lot because you are trying to hard to not fall off the machine.

I also become attached to letters. Ones which have clippings and extracts from books in. I get weekly ones from my father containing unsettling animal pictures and tips on exercise along with bits of poems he has read and thinks I would like. He is an interesting man, keeps his loose change in a sock.

So, places I like. The place I love the most I have only been to once, It is the tairn at the top of the Old Man of Conisten. The water was completely clear and there was a sea of tiny white flowers carpeting the bottom, I had nor have since, seen anything quite so lovely. Other than that, I like most of the famous mountains in Britain, Pennygent has a panoramic veiw of the lake district, the Cairngorms have looming ruggedness and the Beacons have soft and dewy peaks. I like them all.

Art also is one of my favorite things. But I have been forced to become an appreciator rather than a practicer. This is due to my incapacity to produce anything that doesn't make critics sick down their fronts. I don't like any specific kind, but do dislike paintings of fruit, why paint fruit? Unless of course, you are passionate about fruit, maybe Degas had an unnatural relationship with his fruit basket, we can only speculate.

Anyhow, I think that this is where I shall end my wander through my thoughts.
Probably will write again when something interesting happens to me, not much interesting happens to me, so....until my wedding, bye! x

1 comment:

hihihi said...

'Art also is one of my favorite things. But I have been forced to become an appreciator rather than a practicer. This is due to my incapacity to produce anything that doesn't make critics sick down their fronts.'

Don't get me started on this matter, Jane. Who gives a damn what other people think about things in life, especially art. Most art critics will tear a piece of art to shreds because its not their 'type' of art. It's ridiculous and ryles me alot...Also, the fact that they can get so many long words into a sentence to portray the art, it's so so stupid. The majority of the time it doesn't even make sense, however, people do not realise due to falling into the vocaularly raised!

Sorry for the rant, Miss Dommett has got me clued up on the critque of art! Later!