If i were this late re-posting in the real world, i would have been fired.
I am lacking in topics to discuss this evening due to the factors:
A) One had a rather late night previous which involved a lot of dark, expensive bars.
B) I am listening to some Alice-in-wonderland-esque music which has emptied my head of all rational thought.
C) The combination of the 2 mentioned above.
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à bientôt!
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Friday, 2 April 2010
The Return.
So, i have been away for a week in the land of Cornish Pasties to my little piece of sanctuary. My flat within a castle upon a cliffside. Unfortunately I've had to return to the rat race as i have to get back to the soulless corporation which i work for. They pay well, this is the only upside.
However now sat here with a cup of my beloved Yorkshire brew, basking with Laura Marlings new album (it's beautiful, i suggest you purchase a copy this instant), i have found myself actually feeling guilty over what i have eaten this week. Where did it even come from? As i have more then enjoyed indulging my every whim from Nepalese Chickpeas to Cod and Chips. This thought has made me aware of how much within the environment i am in now i fret over what i eat. Unintentionally i find myself looking at Sat Fats and Calories of produce, then putting them down in fear for what it might do to my waist-line.
I do admit i am slightly addicted to exercise, to the point in which if i don't cycle or have at least 30 minutes at the Gym I'm like a smoker who hasn't lit up in over 5 hours. But i never once considered how obsessive i am over food.
Whilst in the relaxed atmosphere of the Cornish coastline i felt no pressure to order a salad or refuse a biscuit, but as soon as i step foot back in this close, pressured village which i live, the horror of how many calories i have consumed terrifies me.
Now some people might blame this on thin celebrities within the media, however not once have i ever admired a torso with its ribcage exposed or legs which are matchsticks. But i believe this is just an excuse for an older generation trying to explain the insecurities of those younger than them. We always seem to want to point the finger at some higher figure to blame for our insecurities when we should just harden up and take the fact we have problems with our own appearance because we are human. If someone were to embrace and love every inch of their body, we would call them vain or arrogant. So how can we win?
Insecurities are excellent, they make us who we are.
I for one will be embracing mine from now on.
On a lighter note, my boyfriend's brother had his foreskin pierced yesterday.
à bientôt!
However now sat here with a cup of my beloved Yorkshire brew, basking with Laura Marlings new album (it's beautiful, i suggest you purchase a copy this instant), i have found myself actually feeling guilty over what i have eaten this week. Where did it even come from? As i have more then enjoyed indulging my every whim from Nepalese Chickpeas to Cod and Chips. This thought has made me aware of how much within the environment i am in now i fret over what i eat. Unintentionally i find myself looking at Sat Fats and Calories of produce, then putting them down in fear for what it might do to my waist-line.
I do admit i am slightly addicted to exercise, to the point in which if i don't cycle or have at least 30 minutes at the Gym I'm like a smoker who hasn't lit up in over 5 hours. But i never once considered how obsessive i am over food.
Whilst in the relaxed atmosphere of the Cornish coastline i felt no pressure to order a salad or refuse a biscuit, but as soon as i step foot back in this close, pressured village which i live, the horror of how many calories i have consumed terrifies me.
Now some people might blame this on thin celebrities within the media, however not once have i ever admired a torso with its ribcage exposed or legs which are matchsticks. But i believe this is just an excuse for an older generation trying to explain the insecurities of those younger than them. We always seem to want to point the finger at some higher figure to blame for our insecurities when we should just harden up and take the fact we have problems with our own appearance because we are human. If someone were to embrace and love every inch of their body, we would call them vain or arrogant. So how can we win?
Insecurities are excellent, they make us who we are.
I for one will be embracing mine from now on.
On a lighter note, my boyfriend's brother had his foreskin pierced yesterday.
à bientôt!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Blue Bossa.
As of this minute i have finally finished one of my last assignments for my current music course. Although it has given me several hours of clutching my head in annoyance, it is nice to see the finished project. I won't bore you with the in depth details of what we had to do but it basically involved us rearranging the famous piece Blue Bossa for a string quartet.
Popping 6 pages worth of notation into a polypocket got me thinking back through my entire time as a music student. Overall 2 years worth of musical study has entirely changed my opinion on music and the music industry. Mainly it has opened my eyes to the pure dirtiness of music as a business. Especially today, with the way technology has warped our minds to expect artists to produce album after album of quality songs on a monthly basis.
In the 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's, the production of pieces of music was an art in itself whereas now it can a job for any office monkey who knows how to start up Logic Pro. The time frame from the original song idea to it being on the shelves, shiny, packed and ready to be bought, has shrunk immensely, so much so, effectively a song could be written in the morning then being sold the next morning. I think as a society we have become greedy in the respects of constantly wanting new music. Surely part of the appreciation of an artist and their music comes in the anticipation of awaiting their next release? With the pace at which things are expected to move in the music industry, artists are picked up and dropped within the blink of an eye. Music shouldn't be like a pie making factory, musical ideas should be allowed to mature like fine wine and only be uncorked when they are perfect.
Some olden timer once said Patience is a Virtue, Lets make music this way again.
à bientôt!
Popping 6 pages worth of notation into a polypocket got me thinking back through my entire time as a music student. Overall 2 years worth of musical study has entirely changed my opinion on music and the music industry. Mainly it has opened my eyes to the pure dirtiness of music as a business. Especially today, with the way technology has warped our minds to expect artists to produce album after album of quality songs on a monthly basis.
In the 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's, the production of pieces of music was an art in itself whereas now it can a job for any office monkey who knows how to start up Logic Pro. The time frame from the original song idea to it being on the shelves, shiny, packed and ready to be bought, has shrunk immensely, so much so, effectively a song could be written in the morning then being sold the next morning. I think as a society we have become greedy in the respects of constantly wanting new music. Surely part of the appreciation of an artist and their music comes in the anticipation of awaiting their next release? With the pace at which things are expected to move in the music industry, artists are picked up and dropped within the blink of an eye. Music shouldn't be like a pie making factory, musical ideas should be allowed to mature like fine wine and only be uncorked when they are perfect.
Some olden timer once said Patience is a Virtue, Lets make music this way again.
à bientôt!
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Et Deux.
So already, I have found a subject to write about. As i am from Nottingham, i often find myself unwittingly ending up in the Broadway Cinema of an evening time. For those not from Robin Hood county, the Broadway Cinema is one of those rarities that you accidentally come across in a city. Although a fairly modern building, it has the feel of that that has been around for many a year. As i have discussed more than a few times with my boyfriend over more than one glass of wine in the bar, it is one place where you can feel truly comfortable. The music is never too loud, the lighting is never too bright and there is always something interesting to spark conversation on the walls.
The screens themselves are the comfiest i have ever been in. Mostly cinema seating leaves a lot to be desired, however within the Broadway, you can sink down into them and really lose yourself in the feature in luxury.
Before you ask, no i don't work for the Broadway or am trying to sell it to you in any way. I don't want you to come and steal the ambience, especially not if your going to bring popcorn. I was just inspired to write a post on the place by last night's viewing of Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (for those who haven't yet, read the book you will not be disappointed). As the whole experience for me really captured what a cinema should truly be, never mind the utter brilliance of the film.
Fuck You Odean.
à bientôt!
The screens themselves are the comfiest i have ever been in. Mostly cinema seating leaves a lot to be desired, however within the Broadway, you can sink down into them and really lose yourself in the feature in luxury.
Before you ask, no i don't work for the Broadway or am trying to sell it to you in any way. I don't want you to come and steal the ambience, especially not if your going to bring popcorn. I was just inspired to write a post on the place by last night's viewing of Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (for those who haven't yet, read the book you will not be disappointed). As the whole experience for me really captured what a cinema should truly be, never mind the utter brilliance of the film.
Fuck You Odean.
à bientôt!
The Beginning.
And et voila, Prose For Palates has become viral.
A brief introduction to the life behind this blog, my name is Lucie and my life can get rather hectic. I have set up Prose For Palates as an experiment of my own wonderment into the world of blogging. It is something i know little about in regards to captivating reading as generally i immerse myself into a book, however it is something that has taken my fancy for some time.
Within these posts i am hoping to give you valuable opinions of mediums which take my interest; be warned i may have more than a few ramblings within these as my mind tends to wanders.
à bientôt!
A brief introduction to the life behind this blog, my name is Lucie and my life can get rather hectic. I have set up Prose For Palates as an experiment of my own wonderment into the world of blogging. It is something i know little about in regards to captivating reading as generally i immerse myself into a book, however it is something that has taken my fancy for some time.
Within these posts i am hoping to give you valuable opinions of mediums which take my interest; be warned i may have more than a few ramblings within these as my mind tends to wanders.
à bientôt!
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