Church, sea turtles and chandeliers
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squirmeliaThe St Giles-in-the-Fields church near to Tottenham Court Road was not where I had expected to spend Friday evening, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
remotepush phoned me that afternoon, while I was still in the office, to tell me that his friends, William Gibson fans, had a preference for going to church as opposed to going to "the xxxxx of atomic culture within radically externalised computation, outside the observed system."
After entering the Fonal event, I exchanged a blue plastic teddybear trinket for a shot of aniseed-tasting Finnish vodka. The lights were dimmed inside the church and a crowd gathered on wooden pews. Kiila, Islaja and Es, three Finnish bands from Fonal Records, were playing that night. Their music- atmospheric, at times beautiful and mostly meandering slowly, seemed mainly instrumental, but occasionally was strewn with pretty sounding Finnish words. I stared at the little twinkling lights that were underneath the balcony, drifting into the layers of sound.
Review of Islaja and Es:The Wirewool.
MP3s to listen to: Kiila, Islaja and Es.
Saturday:
While waiting for Alan Moore's talk at the Gothic Nightmares- Fuseli, Blake and the Romantic Imagination exhibition at the Tate Britain, I think it was Joe that suggested searching for flowers, amongst the terrors of giant sea turtles about to kiss gluttonous victims, the apocalypse, pictures that were so perverse they had to be kept behind a white curtain, sea serpents, cannibals, fatal women, superheros and many other scary creatures. Flowers on the pages of a small book in a glass case were eventually found; The book was Frankenstein.
(He showed me the ghost of a flea and sung me lullabies about articulated lorries.)
Sunday:
In the Victoria and Albert Museum, remotepush imagined himself to be in a Russell Hoban novel, looking for bat plates and Shivas, where as I imagined myself (after sipping a drink made from cornflowers and marigolds) to be more like Dorothy journeying through Oz, gaining a set of strange new friends to accompany me on a mission - the tengu, the crayfish, the Hello Kitty person, the sofa made of teddybears, and the cute sandstone creature from the late 1st century-early 2nd century. Instead of trying to bring the giant squid at the Natural History Museum back to life, I ended up taking many photographs of Chihuly's chandelier.
My shadow was captured at the Science Museum. I suspect it may now be trapped inside a Klein bottle.
remotepush phoned me that afternoon, while I was still in the office, to tell me that his friends, William Gibson fans, had a preference for going to church as opposed to going to "the xxxxx of atomic culture within radically externalised computation, outside the observed system."After entering the Fonal event, I exchanged a blue plastic teddybear trinket for a shot of aniseed-tasting Finnish vodka. The lights were dimmed inside the church and a crowd gathered on wooden pews. Kiila, Islaja and Es, three Finnish bands from Fonal Records, were playing that night. Their music- atmospheric, at times beautiful and mostly meandering slowly, seemed mainly instrumental, but occasionally was strewn with pretty sounding Finnish words. I stared at the little twinkling lights that were underneath the balcony, drifting into the layers of sound.
Review of Islaja and Es:The Wirewool.
MP3s to listen to: Kiila, Islaja and Es.
Saturday:
While waiting for Alan Moore's talk at the Gothic Nightmares- Fuseli, Blake and the Romantic Imagination exhibition at the Tate Britain, I think it was Joe that suggested searching for flowers, amongst the terrors of giant sea turtles about to kiss gluttonous victims, the apocalypse, pictures that were so perverse they had to be kept behind a white curtain, sea serpents, cannibals, fatal women, superheros and many other scary creatures. Flowers on the pages of a small book in a glass case were eventually found; The book was Frankenstein.
(He showed me the ghost of a flea and sung me lullabies about articulated lorries.)
Sunday:
remotepush imagined himself to be in a Russell Hoban novel, looking for bat plates and Shivas, where as I imagined myself (after sipping a drink made from cornflowers and marigolds) to be more like Dorothy journeying through Oz, gaining a set of strange new friends to accompany me on a mission - the tengu, the crayfish, the Hello Kitty person, the sofa made of teddybears, and the cute sandstone creature from the late 1st century-early 2nd century. Instead of trying to bring the giant squid at the Natural History Museum back to life, I ended up taking many photographs of Chihuly's chandelier.My shadow was captured at the Science Museum. I suspect it may now be trapped inside a Klein bottle.
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Date: 2006-03-30 04:14 pm (UTC)at the V&A is this a new exhibition (ticketed?) or is it like, free?
i really want to go and see the anna piaggi exhibition, but i never seem to get round to doing things on time.
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Date: 2006-03-30 06:27 pm (UTC)