My Mind Is Not Dead
Currently reading: 2666 by Roberto Bolaño
Current ear-candy: Shots by Damien Dempsey
Current eating habits: The almond slices from Casa del Pan!
Current daydreaming content: The big, fat, gigantc future
A little comic I doodled over breakfast.
Do you enjoy hot men getting their gorgeous faces repeatedly hammered by fists to no discernible effect? Then you’ll love this film! (I also loved it, despite my concern. Lense-flare the crap out of my life, JJ!)
Ooh yeah!
Gonna give this badboy a go, now I’m here in Mexico! This mother is the thickest and most falling-apart book that I have ever laid my hands on.
I’ve read two books since I got here, on my Kindle: De Profundis by Oscar Wilde and The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch.
De Profundis, like everything else by Oscar that I have read, is beautiful and worth taking the time to read. He always is and always will be. His words, phrases, poetic metaphors, will forever have meaning.
I heard about The Last Lecture after seeing that one of my good friends had read it on Goodreads. It sounded interesting, and it goes without saying that I have the utmost sympathy for anyone who goes through having cancer, and the idea of the book sounded lovely. However, I found the book profoundly annoying, poorly written, and the writers voice was sadly, very superior and holier than thou. Sorry Randy, RIP.
Oscar Wilde ~ De Profundis
One of the last books I finished. It is pure magic. I will love Oscar Wilde forever.
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A pectoral with three scarab beetles clasped to a necklace (partly shown) which was discovered from the intact KV62 tomb of Tutankhamun. This jewellry depicts Scrab Beetles or Khepri, pushing the sun. It is one of the treasures found from Tutankhamun’s tomb who ruled during the 18th dynasty of Egypt’s New Kingdom.
Photo taken by Dmitry Denisenkov at the Tutankhamun: The Golden King and Great Pharaohs exhibit. Courtesy the Egyptian Museum, Cairo.
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THIS ^^^
For anyone who may be interested!
I have started a separate blog, which will chronicle my time here in Mexico. I’ll still be doing random little things on here though! :)
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I’m trying to read as many books as I can before I go to Mexico, on the 18th of April. The thought that all my books need to be boxed up and I don’t know when I’ll see them again makes me sad! I’ve been thinking of bringing a few books with me, but I’ll otherwise be reading on my kindle.
I have decided to start reading Mornings in Mexico by DH Lawrence to get me imagining how Mexico may be, or might have been.
I really liked Lord of the Flies, much more than I anticipated. It’s brutally sad in places, as I’m sure many of you are aware. It is also intelligent and has a good variety of characters and personalities, giving you an insight into how unpredictable human beings are. Poor boys.
I spent my first few days as an ex-library assistant up in Manchester with my sister. It’ll be the last chance I see her before I head to Mexico. This is what we got up to!
We ate a lot of chocolate, had a baby joint whilst listening to part one of a David Bowie interview on the radio (it was jokes), then we flopped into the living room where I did this:
The next day, I had a big fat lie in until about 11am. I cleaned my sisters shameful kitchen, we did lunch, and went to the Lowry exhibition which was lovely. I’m glad that there is a 20 minute film to watch about LS Lowry before you head in. I was quite touched by the kind of person he seemed to be. Walking onwards we found a Mary McCartney exhibition, which was seriously not interesting (sorry girl, but pictures of celebrity friends aren’t that great). We blitzed it over to the Imperial War Museum, bush bash bosh, then we were on a bus to the almighty TRAFFORD CENTRE. It reminded me of being in Russia.
WTF.
I experienced nothing but bewilderment walking around this place. This where people go to shop. Argh. Luckily, we were there to use the cinema, where I saw Les Misérables again (most beautiful film ever and I love Hugh Jackman!), and paid for my sister so that I know she had seen it before she died.
Today, I lay in bed with Snowy (the cat) of Salford for a while.
Then I walked into town to meet my sister where she showed me the John Ryland Library. So beautiful. 
She also took me to the Public Library which is just down the road. You can’t keep me away from any library for long…
It’s half 2 in the morning and I just needed to unwind after having my train delayed, and I got home only an hour ago! And guess what, it doesn’t even matter, I don’t have to get up for work anymore!
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