Excitement: this is the 100th post on The Quirky Brunette! I think that calls for a celebration, no?
The first post can be read here, if you fancy.
Before I start this post proper-like, I'd like to extend a wry gesture of thanks to my never-ever pedantic friend R, who pointed out the irony of my declaration that this year, "it's not all about me"... on a blog that is, effectively, all about me. Apologies for this indulgence but, with the exception of my grievances against all rail companies ever, this week, I'm just keeping it here so it's not on Facebook. I'm doing peeps a favour. Honest.
And on the subject of Facebook, this little film is a very interesting commentary on the 'reality' of our Facebook selves:
How much of our lives do we edit for effect?
"Ultimately, Facebook is a narcissistic playground where the best, the funniest, the most charming aspects of our lives are publicized and the sh***y stuff, the boring stuff, the beige that is most of our daily grind almost never gets posted."
Almost never, but not actually 'never'... so says the vocal, aggrieved commuter. Ahem. Sorry.
This week, I have mostly been...
Walking
Now, I'm not going to document every training walk I do between now and May (you'll be delighted to hear) but I've clocked up over 17 miles this week in my first set-of-steps towards the London 2 Brighton Challenge which I'm walking for The MS Society. Hurrah!
What is it Confucius say: "A journey of
I did of course get somewhat Befuddled in Battersea (and not for the first time) when I took a wrong turning and ended up retracing my steps like an eejit. But hey. It meant a few more steps on the pedometer so that's nice. Plus, before I took that wrong turning I got to see this view over the river. Made me hate London about 0.02% less.
I've also upgraded my membership of MapMyWalk so I can take advantage of the live tracking function that my wise cousin Jo has been employing for years.
And, thank you to those lovely people among you who have already sponsored me; it's very much appreciated.
Reading | We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
Confession: I've only read the first few pages. But still. Yay.
Watching | Tangled
Laughed. Cried. Had moments of forgetting it was an animation.
Yep. Pascal thinks that's ridiculous too.
Oh and this song? Just a bit marvellous.
"Strumming Mahalia with my fingers..."
Yep, that sounded less filthy in my head.
This is Mahalia:
named after this lady:
I need to work on teaching her (the red, wooden Mahalia, that is) to hold a note but she's a beauty. Very excited about learning to play her properly -- the ambition is to be playing this song by this time next year (speaking of being able to hold a note...):
Weekly Weblinks
Literary Linkage
- Duffy, Warner and Smith recognised in New Year Honours
- Facebook's Zuckerberg sets up Facebook book club*
Non-literary Linkage
- Please check out my friend Ray Gumbley's newly established and long-awaited photography site -- it's truly ace with a great mix of stunning portraiture, still life, street photography and landscapes
- Following on from last week's link to Stylist's Resolutions Worth Making: Oliver Burkeman's Resolutions Worth Making (but remember, no one's forcing this on you...)
- Life getting you down? Learn to bounce back
- Women shouldn't need segregation on public transport
- Maybe there's a value to selfies | via Susannah Conway
- Ghost trains and forgotten Ferris Wheels | spooky shots of abandoned theme parks
- This man may be my soul mate (if you've seen my animations, you'll understand why...)
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| by Pierre-Adrien Sollier | See more here |
Catch you on the flipside, amigos.
qb xx
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