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Jun. 14th, 2009 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labellementeuseIn London!
Flight: not too bad, except I had the window seat from Wellington to London (which is three flights all up, WGTN/AKL, AKL/HK, HK/LDN) and some poor bugger managed to be sitting next to me for every single one, necessitating me climbing over him rather a lot. Otherwise flight fine, food not too bad. Read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - A++, would read again, except for the last paragraph - and a bit of Kate Elliott and watched films & TV that got progressively worse and worse, starting with Entre Les Murs (The Class) and Milk, both of which were great, moving swiftly through Peter's Friends and about five episodes of Entourage, and finished off with me laughing hysterically and utterly indiscriminately at Outnumbered and freakin' Bride Wars. Even though I love Anne Hathaway I'm embarassed for me right now.
Getting off flight, navigating way to mother's best friend's flat: great but hysterical (and by the way: 23 degrees, suckers!) Heathrow really is a circle of hell, but Customs in England are kind of TERRIFYING - you just walk through the "nothing to declare" bit and no-one stops you! Ridic, just like the we-totally-have-you-cornered-so-we're-going-to-charge-you 16.50-for-the-tube-and-not-give-you-the-right-change-so-it's-really-17-pounds Heathrow/Paddington Express. Then I got lost - well, not really, I just had the address written down wrong and had to buy a phone card to wake my mother up at 3 in the morning for it. :P But it was such a lovely day I kind of didn't mind, as I basically haven't seen the sun since March.
Today: Tate Modern and dinner out courtesy of my lovely hosts.... was great! really good. Not got a lot of coherent memories of it but I adored a painting by someone Balla called Girl running across balcony or something like it, and several others too actually. Kind of a ghastly movement though, full or the glorification of war and virility (their word, not mine) and the beast of technology. The founder of the movement, Marinetti, was apparently a terrible misogynist, and I found this response by a woman called Valentine de Saint Point kind of... I don't know, horrifying yet interesting.
Some of the features of the movement I found really fantastic, though, especially the stuff about motion and time. this one by a woman called Natalya Goncharova is great. I really wish I'd written some more names down, though, there were several others whose work I really liked and would like to remember a bit better. Anyway.
Also: I sorted out a simcard for my phone! My England number is: 0779 603 6740 which is very LONG, by the way, but it took a total of 5 minutes and twenty pounds to get set up for the month which is very neat. ANYWAY text me, it'll be fun!
Flight: not too bad, except I had the window seat from Wellington to London (which is three flights all up, WGTN/AKL, AKL/HK, HK/LDN) and some poor bugger managed to be sitting next to me for every single one, necessitating me climbing over him rather a lot. Otherwise flight fine, food not too bad. Read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - A++, would read again, except for the last paragraph - and a bit of Kate Elliott and watched films & TV that got progressively worse and worse, starting with Entre Les Murs (The Class) and Milk, both of which were great, moving swiftly through Peter's Friends and about five episodes of Entourage, and finished off with me laughing hysterically and utterly indiscriminately at Outnumbered and freakin' Bride Wars. Even though I love Anne Hathaway I'm embarassed for me right now.
Getting off flight, navigating way to mother's best friend's flat: great but hysterical (and by the way: 23 degrees, suckers!) Heathrow really is a circle of hell, but Customs in England are kind of TERRIFYING - you just walk through the "nothing to declare" bit and no-one stops you! Ridic, just like the we-totally-have-you-cornered-so-we're-going-to-charge-you 16.50-for-the-tube-and-not-give-you-the-right-change-so-it's-really-17-pounds Heathrow/Paddington Express. Then I got lost - well, not really, I just had the address written down wrong and had to buy a phone card to wake my mother up at 3 in the morning for it. :P But it was such a lovely day I kind of didn't mind, as I basically haven't seen the sun since March.
Today: Tate Modern and dinner out courtesy of my lovely hosts.... was great! really good. Not got a lot of coherent memories of it but I adored a painting by someone Balla called Girl running across balcony or something like it, and several others too actually. Kind of a ghastly movement though, full or the glorification of war and virility (their word, not mine) and the beast of technology. The founder of the movement, Marinetti, was apparently a terrible misogynist, and I found this response by a woman called Valentine de Saint Point kind of... I don't know, horrifying yet interesting.
Some of the features of the movement I found really fantastic, though, especially the stuff about motion and time. this one by a woman called Natalya Goncharova is great. I really wish I'd written some more names down, though, there were several others whose work I really liked and would like to remember a bit better. Anyway.
Also: I sorted out a simcard for my phone! My England number is: 0779 603 6740 which is very LONG, by the way, but it took a total of 5 minutes and twenty pounds to get set up for the month which is very neat. ANYWAY text me, it'll be fun!
