Thursday, 25 March 2010

fun


apologies for my silence. my lovely ondine is here and we are far too busy having fun to blog.
so far its been all about: living it up in tokyo, kareoke, shopping, tea and cake eating, dancing elvis's in yoyogi park, trendy tokyo-ites at private views, big buddas and temple visiting in kamakura. tempura, sashimi, nabe yum yum. hakone, ridiculously foggy cable car rides and
volcano visits, rainy sculpture parks and naked out-door onsens in the rain, massage chairs and lots and lots of talking and laughing. and we still have another day so we are off to have more fun.

Thursday, 18 March 2010

Saturday, 13 March 2010

YouTube - Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds


makes me mourn all the british folky, festival-y goodness I will be missing this year. it is very unlikely that I will be walking bare foot in grassy fields. or sloshing cider and stripping the willow to thumping feet and jangly banjos.... anytime soon. booooooo.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Untitled

walking wish


i love this video from dead mans bones...yes thats is ryan gosling (aka lars my favourite film character of all time)' band.
it features the brilliant work of arthur ganson, maker of wishbone walking machines and other playful mechanical sculptures. see his lecture on ted talks. is 15 mins but worth taking the time. promise.

Wednesday, 10 March 2010


and some more.
for some reason unbeknownst to me, i am drawn to mustard yellow.   i love all shades of yellow in fact. from gold, to buttercup, florescent and every buttery, sunny shade in between. but i especially love mustard... i love it. im like a moth to  flame where mustard is involved. im even lying under a mustard colourd duvet as i type this in bed... my affection for this particular hue borders on obsession... maybe i was a hotdog in a previous life.

i'm telling you i would paint the inside of my eyelids this colour if i could.

so in protest of this vile and grey day, i'm giving myself yellow therapy...its a bit like light therapy but possible to practice without sunlight or light boxes, and with the aid only of my trusty mac and we heart it.com (and all the yellow images found there in)











Tuesday, 9 March 2010

oh. my. god.

the weather in the kanagawa region today is fucking horrendous.  there in no other way of putting it.
spears of icy sleet falling at an angle of 40 degrees. gale-force winds and a carpet of gray slush, just sloshy and deep enough to ensure your shoes become completely flooded with freezing cold water .
 on the way home, outside the station i counted 10 abandoned umbrellas.  heaped in a mangled pile,  fabric torn and skeletons whipped inside out by the violent winds...

what?  i ask you,  is going on.... it was practically SUMMER 4 days ago.

Sunday, 7 March 2010

THE MORNING BENDERS

a live recording from the morning benders ( love that name) inspired by phil spectors wall of sound.

nice

Posted via web from ellebenton's posterous

blast from the past


hello marc haziza.
i knew you when i was about 16. in the mid nineties my friend lottie and i used to hang out on the south bank in london, where you skated . i liked you a lot. we were friends for a while. you came and met me for the day in paris once. and then i lost track of you. i wonder if you remember us...i always wondered what became of you.
still skating i see, looks like you got pretty good at it.  ;-) ( shameless google stalk)

fine little day

Saturday, 6 March 2010

Friday, 5 March 2010

how to have a party...by yourself.

as it is in heaven

singing makes you happy. this amazing film backs my theory. you should watch it.....and you should sing too.

frankly...



i've been on a  frank o'hara binge this week.
   TODAY
                         
                         
   Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
   You really are beautiful! Pearls,
   harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all
   the stuff they've always talked about
                       
   still makes a poem a surprise!
   These things are with us every day
   even on beachheads and biers. They
   do have meaning. They're strong as rocks.

Frank O'hara
   [1950]
this week stinks. i am not enjoying it one little bit. i've had to hand my notice in at work and the news has gone down like shit sandwich. there have been tears and pleas and now those have just changed to anger  and i have two more weeks of it to look forward to. i hate letting people down, i really do. its the thing i try to avoid the most in life but when it comes to my happiness i just...well, i have to put it first. apparently that does not translate culturally ( happiness has nothing to do with it for most people here)
im sorry...i truly am. but in my world it is happiness everything.

lost in a moment from dennis wheatley on Vimeo.

Thursday, 4 March 2010

my gandma is 90 today!


its a magnificent age. and she is a magnificent old lady. you'd never catch her sporting beige support stockings and orthopedic shoes.  bb  prefers bight colours.  pretty neck scarfs and old school trainers. she is the epitome of aging with grace...and style.  at 90 she has the air of someone 40 years younger.  she keeps an open mind, a spring in her step, a twinkle in her eye and most importantly an unfailing sense of humor. she is an inspiration to me.  with mrs b. you are the bees knees. happy birthday oxoxox

Monday, 1 March 2010

im going to a knitting class this afternoon. i'm sure the results will be amusing. we're making leg warmers today!

mornings

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

frank o'hara

my all time favorite prince song. i rocked this at karaoke on friday.
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