Lemonade

Long story short, I was watching Grandma's House, when I thought I'd check twitter which ended up leading me here. I read my last post...

only to realize that it read like it was written by a child dizzy on lemonade (yes, I stole that from Noel Fielding!)

I don't think there is an actual point to this blogpost. I reading One Piece too! There is something sooo good about a reading a chapter of a manga that hasn't been out for the last 4 weeks... its like when you're a kid, and you get a birthday present from that crazy rich uncle of yours who's never around, but FINALLY shows up.

Its like meeting Willy Wonka... or something like that.

I spend that day cooking and cleaning, and feeling 10 years my age. Mind you, that'd make me only 28... but I assume 28 years old do a lot of that... at least the ones I know do... I don't know how adults do it... its like cleaning day in and day out... thank God I'm irresponsible enough to leave it until I'm sneezing of dust before I clean. Imagine how clean this house would be, and how annoyed I would be, if I was 28...

Let's not go down that particular alley. I'm going to watch Simon Amstell and laugh till I miss gothic detectiveness and switch to Russell and Noel.

Speaking of Noel Fielding, I started watching The Mighty Boosh! 15 people on Noel's hair.. I love him! Random quote from episode 2 Mutants 'Don't touch the hair!'

British Humour!

It has been a bloody long while my readers... whoever is out there that is. There is a reason for this and by the time you learn it I will be safe in Isengard!

Ja. You guessed it. I'm reading Lord of the Rings.

On to more important issues! I've been watching a lot of British panel shows lately. Like Never Mind the Buzzcocks and QI. Mainly NMTB!

First I watched it due to the Doctor Who themed episode, then I saw a few Simon Amstell episodes and he's chocolate fudging hilarious! And if that didn't top it, then came Noel Fielding, who is the most adorably cruel in a most sexy of ways man that I have ever seen on television. I am getting ahead of myself!

First of all, NMTB is a panel show about pop music. It first had 17 series with Mark Lamarr who is terribly brilliant in that no-he-didn't-! sort of way, then Simon Amstell came who made Britney Spears cry (on Pop World not NMTB). He was socially very very disturbingly awkward in a way that made me adore him. This makes no difference as to what I think of him, but he is gay, and there is an episode where he is discussing female genitalia with Stephen Fry who is also gay... hilarious! He's more clever-funny that hehe-funny. Where you know you are laughing at yourself and not just laughing. I love it! UNFORTUNATELY, he left!

But we got quite the jewel after that, as seen on his awesome awesome CLOAK! That'd be Noel bloody Fielding for you! Noel is the most adorable man I have ever seen on TV. It's hard to imagine a 37 year old man being adorable, (then again, David Tennant does it with no difficulty!) but there is a part where he smashes this satsuma into pieces, and what I noticed was that while the others were laughing, Noel had his face covered, saying 'I have absolutely no idea why I did that!' Spontaneous? Probably. Hilarious? Definitely!

Noel Fielding is officially my new celebrity crush. It was David Tennant for a freakish long time, and then Benedict Cumberbatch for the first 10 minutes of Sherlock (till I wikipediaed him and realized that he was older that my dad), and Ed Byrne till I realized he was married... silly I know, but I can't like a celebrity who's involved with someone, its not something I can actually explain, but the moment I realize they're involved, they remain awesome and I love their work and all, but the click is gone:P

And its not like a proper crush where I dream of him or something, I just think he's brilliant and should be put on a -get-drunk-and-do-unspeakable-things-with list somewhere! And I love his clothes!

He's with Russell Brand a lot, and honestly, Russell is cool. He's funny, and articulate. I love that he uses a full arsenal of vocabulary just to be funny! You know he isn't stupid, but sometimes, his funny is too much. I don't mind it, but I like Noel's better... dunno why...:D

Who else? Loved Ed Byrne, he's sarcastic and Irish, which I love! (like Graham Norton, who I also love!) Thats a special brand of humour, I tell ya'll!

Okay, I'm done, that was fun!

Dabbling

Location: Kilchberg

Music: Viva la Vida – Coldplay – Viva la Vida or Death and all his Friends

Mood: Viva la Vida!

Let me quote Ianto Jones from Torchwood by saying that I dabble when it comes to music. From Ciara to Nightwish and Yanni to Tokio Hotel and Hillsong to AC/DC or some A.R. Rahman, I’m open-minded. I’m not hating on saying people who refuse to listen to anything but Rock or only Rap, that’s fine by me. Music is personal, and you should be able to choose how it works for you. Enjoy it! I had a friend Heather, who told me that Fall Out Boy sucked for not being half as good as the good old bands like Foreigner. I was 15, felt like an idiot for listening to Fall Out Boy. What people need to realize is that it’s not that same thing, Foreigner is amazing, but Fall Out Boy is a fun, let me just feel like a kid again sort of band:)

(Of course there is awful music out there, has anyone heard cough cough k$sha? Because that’s exactly what impressionable children of today need to see, right? Yeah. Please note the sarcasm)

Anyways, the point is, I dabble.

I’m just sort of dancing upon clouds of music and settling on whatever tickles my fancy. Then I sort of decide to lie on the cloud for a couple of weeks, or months, or years. When I picked up Hillsong, I stayed there for a full year and some. Never really got over them, I still get so excited when they release a new one… What I’m trying to explain is that I don’t get bored with music and move along, I still like whatever I listened to before. I think I grow with the musicians I listen to. For example, I want to note Hilary Duff. I adored her first CD Metamorphism when it came out. Nowadays, the songs are very memory-enticing but nothing more, I don’t relate well to them anymore… however, I do with her newer CD’s. Then there’s music I didn’t understand and do now. Coldplay during like 2002(I was 10), was exquisitely dark and melancholic and abrasive and I think I just wasn’t mature enough to understand them, so I put them in a pile of strange music I should come back to.

They were a cloud I skipped off of, and I just landed back onto them. It’s still exquisitely dark and melancholic, and beautiful. When I listen to their music, I get a feel of 1850’s London, of this very dark and angsty (but not a Simple Plan, teenager angst sort of way). It’s a rainy day in London, everybody is dressed up in uncomfortable clothes that nobody wants to wear, lots of black, lots of fog and haziness and just plain confusion on the dirty streets of London.

Sometimes I get stuck on songs, and at them moment it is Viva la Vida by Coldplay,

"Viva La Vida" soars in with a grandiose instrumental arrangement and sweeping lyrics detailing the pain of being deposed from a lofty position. The big sound of the song constantly verges on becoming overblown, but Coldplay know how to walk the tightrope perfectly. Bells and chimes and orchestral swells are all there on the chorus, but Chris Martin's voice still pierces through like a clarion call. Lyrically, the pain of the protagonist is clear, but the sweep of words about Jerusalem bells, Roman cavalry, and Saint Peter give "Viva La Vida" an air of intelligence rare in today's most popular pop songs.

—Bill Lamb, About.com.

 

I will probably be on this cloud for a VERY long time, I’ve got 4 albums to go through.

Vincent and the Doctor

People who know me know that I don’t know jack about art. I can do manga, when I’m bored or in my most artistic moments, but for the most part, going to the Kunsthaus here in Zürich just makes me feel uneducated.

I look at art, and I see what I see, I don’t see the different styles and patterns or the distinct signature works of who knows who. I see a mother and child, or pretty angles, or nice colours. And that might make me ignorant, but let me tell you something special.

My little sisters crayon drawings are ten times more wonderful and amazing and touching than any van Gogh.

So I don’t want to. I don’t want to analyse art,  I just want to enjoy it. I don’t want to spend my live surrounded by beautiful art.

But I have one exception. Van Gogh.

Of course, this leads back to Doctor Who.

Here’s the quote that I adored from Vincent:

Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. [the starscape slowly transforms into "The Starry Night"] And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

That is our universe, and van Gogh saw such beauty in it that I wish I could be there, with the Doctor and Amy and van Gogh, holding his hand and seeing his world.

Then this one:

[The Doctor has taken the Vincent forward in time to the van Gogh exhibition in Museé d'Orsay, 2010]

The Doctor: Dr Black? We met a few days ago; I asked you about The Church at Auvers.

Dr Black: Ah, yes; glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie.

The Doctor: And today is another cracker if I may say so. [steering Dr Black into Vincent's vicinity] But I just wondered between you and me in 100 words where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?

Dr Black: Well... big question, but to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his most command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstacy and joy and magnificence of our world... no-one had ever done it before. Perhaps no-one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

[Vincent, already in shock, starts breaking down in tears]

Doctor: Vincent, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, is it too much?

Vincent: No, they are tears of joy! Thank you sir, thank you. [kisses Dr Black in gratitude] Sorry about the beard.

Heartbreaking that he died… but those words describe van Gogh completely… amazing!

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