Dot in the Sky (
dotinthesky) wrote2008-01-01 02:06 pm
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The New Year from Our Balcony
From my eleventh floor flat, I can see almost the whole of London. I can see Canary Wharf through my kitchen window, risen like the Land of Oz. I can see the Gherkin from our balcony, lit up like a spaceship ready for interstellar travel (though some people prefer to see it as a giant dildo.) When midnight arrived, a cold drizzle was falling on the city; but that didn't stop us from stepping outside, many feet above ground, and watching the colourful mushrooms explode across the landscape.
Some fireworks were set up on the rooftops of buildings (surely illegal?). Others used their backyards as launching pads. They shot into the sky and exploded like those galaxy birth simulations you see on science shows. Birds, flying in panic, dodged from left to right as if they were the targets. People shouted Happy New Year at each other. Beyond the Gherkin, it looked as if downtown London was getting bombed, such was the ferocity of its bright red explosions. Afterwards, a white mist hung over the city, much like the aftermath of a Guy Fawkes night.
We (Kevin,
woodsrule and I) drank our pink bubbly to the New Year. We'd spent nearly the whole day together - first at the Rich Mix's coffee shop, where we watched a Q&A with David Lynch on her laptop; then at my place, where we watched David Lynch's The Straight Story.
woodsrule slept over and accompanied us this morning to the only cafe open on Roman Road for a giganormous fry up. There were many groups of young men digging into their eggs, some still drunk. Two girls arrived in their pyjamas, trousers tucked into their boots.
I feel like drinking many cartons of juice today.
Some fireworks were set up on the rooftops of buildings (surely illegal?). Others used their backyards as launching pads. They shot into the sky and exploded like those galaxy birth simulations you see on science shows. Birds, flying in panic, dodged from left to right as if they were the targets. People shouted Happy New Year at each other. Beyond the Gherkin, it looked as if downtown London was getting bombed, such was the ferocity of its bright red explosions. Afterwards, a white mist hung over the city, much like the aftermath of a Guy Fawkes night.
We (Kevin,
I feel like drinking many cartons of juice today.
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The highest I've ever gotten before has been the third floor. Boo. Must try harder next time.
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Anything in particular you've just been dying to see?
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What are your upcoming weekends looking like?
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I've printed out your new book and I'm going through it with three coloured pens! Be afraid... :-)
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what of his do you love/recommend?
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I'd also recommend the TV show Twin Peaks, the best thing that ever happened to American television. It still stands as something odd and beautiful.
I'd love to read your friend's analysis of Mulholland Drive. Is it available online?
An interesting thing about Lynch is that he's a strong supporter of Transcendental Meditation. He says all his films and art were created thanks to meditation. There's a video of him talking about it here: http://film.guardian.co.uk/video/page/0,,2009819,00.html
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Sounds like a lovely new years!
:-)
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No it wasn't Mr Swazey, it was my lovely little Paddy.
He woke me up at 3am clapping his hands!
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Yay for you remembering your password and returning to LJ! :-)