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Missing Persons Report
Apr. 7th, 2006 10:12 pmI haven't been on LJ - well, for a while now. I check up when I can but I tend to respond now only if it's a Major Important Post cos it seems silly to respond to anything else a decade after it's happened. So if you haven't seen me talking, I'm still here, it's just your life is normal.
(This all sounded a lot less insulting in my head, sorry.)
Remember how I never wanted to act 26? Get obsessed with a particular topic and moan about it to everyone the way my old housemates did? Well, I kinda have. Only my obsession is hair and beauty, not property and mortages. And I haven't moaned. Too much. Yet. I'm trying to grow my hair and get into make-up. I have *thinks* 5 or 6 hair and beauty magazines, bought within the one week. Plus I spent far too much time hanging around the cosmetics and hair sections of Boots. Obviously when you hit 26, something happens to your brain.
The PhD is going pretty well. I'm a week over the deadline I set myself for my next text-dump on Leon but I'm ok with that; I'm trying to get to the end of a particular section so I can send something a bit more whole than the last time.
I found this quotation in the introduction of a book. The guy who wrote the book drowned while skating with his daughter and his wife included in the introduction a little paragraph he'd written a year before for his high-school reunion book. These were the last two sentences:
"We find life exhausting, difficult, wonderful. Literature is a close second."
Is it strange that I find this guy's death moving and tragic, but when I learned that Roland Barthes was run over by a laundry truck, I laughed?
(This all sounded a lot less insulting in my head, sorry.)
Remember how I never wanted to act 26? Get obsessed with a particular topic and moan about it to everyone the way my old housemates did? Well, I kinda have. Only my obsession is hair and beauty, not property and mortages. And I haven't moaned. Too much. Yet. I'm trying to grow my hair and get into make-up. I have *thinks* 5 or 6 hair and beauty magazines, bought within the one week. Plus I spent far too much time hanging around the cosmetics and hair sections of Boots. Obviously when you hit 26, something happens to your brain.
The PhD is going pretty well. I'm a week over the deadline I set myself for my next text-dump on Leon but I'm ok with that; I'm trying to get to the end of a particular section so I can send something a bit more whole than the last time.
I found this quotation in the introduction of a book. The guy who wrote the book drowned while skating with his daughter and his wife included in the introduction a little paragraph he'd written a year before for his high-school reunion book. These were the last two sentences:
"We find life exhausting, difficult, wonderful. Literature is a close second."
Is it strange that I find this guy's death moving and tragic, but when I learned that Roland Barthes was run over by a laundry truck, I laughed?
