I have a habit of losing track of Xmas. So I installed this nightmare widget on my phone that provides a countdown to that awful day. It is 56 days to Xmas. This year I will NOT be caught out and will NOT have to clear the entire house in the last week before Xmas.
ON DECK: I’ve fallen behind schedule on a few things, and am waiting on many more things. I have Bloomberg up on the big screen on silent, music playing over the top, and am going full focus for the week. While awaiting packing materials so that I can clear a bunch of stuff out of the dining room and have it put in storage, because Xmas will NOT catch me by surprise this year.
INBOX: 85. And my Bandcamp inbox is up to 330 now! Filtering for work emails as priority this week, I’m on a clock.
LISTENING: right this second, New Music Show
READING: RUSSIA CONTAINER
LAST WATCHED: Some of THE HOLLOW CROWN, which is full of weird choices. A most peculiarly camp turn by Ben Whishaw which seems to seek to reimagine Michael Jackson as a white English luvvie, Simon Russell Beale’s deeply conflicted take on Falstaff, a somewhat overcooked decision to have Patrick Stewart look straight down the barrel of a very close camera as he gives John of Gaunt’s big speech. But there is also Jeremy Irons emptying himself out, a marvellously clever Maxine Peake, Tom Hiddleston playing his range, Rory Kinnear’s remarkable stillness and a whole host of wonderful bit players working in a miserable, threadbare British landscape which tends to my eye to recontextualise that particular game of thrones as not really being worth the candle.
OUTSIDE: Blue Witch. I love this blog about a couple starting a new life and renovating a house in the North. But it doesn’t have a working RSS feed, so I have to remember to go there once a week to catch up on their lives.
SHIPPING FORECAST: bits and pieces, I have stuff to log before I forget