A Certain Confusion

Thoughts of a writer of sorts

Month: September, 2011

Sentiment to Singing

Having been to the pub for the first time in a long time, I was buoyed on my walk home by the company of ‘Nige’, a very drunk man who started by asking me where he was. ‘Stamford Hill’ did not seem to mean very much to Nige but he was undaunted and offered me a swig of his can of beer. I declined.

Eventually we decided that Seven Sisters was a decent enough destination for Nige and having pointed him in the right direction, we walked along for five or ten minutes. He offered me a swig; I declined. I was slightly suspicious, as I am of anything out of the ordinary, but he was lovely and I hope he got home safely.

We talked about accents and University Challenge and how many questions we think we could answer per episode and how it’s alright for Jeremy Paxman because he has the answers in front of him. Nige recommended I not wear my hat and shave off my beard. I declined. He offered me a swig of beer; I said I really didn’t want to.

We came to my road and we said goodbye.

There was no singing, and not much sentiment either if you believe the definition in the Discreet Dictionary…. But it was a happy, ephemeral encounter on the streets of London and I was glad of it.


Scientists to Secrets

I went to an event titled “Science of Secrecy” at Imperial College this week, which coincided rather elegantly with two recent entries in the Discreet Dictionary: Scientists and Secrets.

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Red shift to Science

Six new entries in the Discreet Dictionary. ‘Science‘ isn’t really about science per se but about science as a cultural phenomenon on a par with art – science communication, even. Still, it’s a start.

If anyone knows how the phenomenon of red shift relates to the expansion of the universe, do let me know. I remember the one leading to the other in a lecture at university but I may be mistaken. As it is, and I admit I have done absolutely zero looking into the matter, it doesn’t seem to be the most obvious possibility.

Question to Recipe: live music is wasted on me

A few more entries (Question to Recipe) in the Discreet Dictionary, which now has a grand total of three subscribers, none of whom is known to me in any capacity. Probably because of that, I feel a strange responsibility to keep the Dictionary regularly updated (there has been a lull due to holidays recently) and for the entries to not be crap. Unfortunately, I am currently bound (I guess) to the accumulated witterings of the last decade and more, which I want to upload before I branch out into, you know, contemporary stuff by this me now. So today’s offerings were not great.

The family went to the End of the Road this weekend. Overall we had a grand old time despite a few hiccups along the way. But I am coming to realise that live music is just wasted on me. I don’t feel it. Although I ‘discovered’ John Grant for the first time and absolutely loved his music, I didn’t listen to his whole set because a) I had to get back to the tent in case Sophie wanted a break from babysitting, b) I wanted to revel in the feeling of having discovered something new (to me), and c) I wanted to hear the studio album instead.

It raises questions about my understanding / feeling for the ‘live event’ as an entire concept, and leaves me worrying that there were great numbers of levels – really important levels – on which I was not understanding theatre when I was performing/writing. Maybe I should switch to novels….