In flux

Monday, June 19, 2006

Trance

Was introduced to trance music this weekend. I had never liked trance, house, electronica and such music. Was always more of a cheesy music fan (anything with words really). Okay with R&B, although that gets boring after a while. My introduction to D&B at The Mass, Brixton, went okay. It took a few songs, but I eventually warmed up it.

It was the same with trance. DJ Tiesto, apparently the Number 1 DJ (and Dutch, as Dutch boy hastened to add), had a "concert" (that's what the rest called it, although I hardly would have thought a DJ doing his thing would be called a concert) at Brixton Academy on Saturday, and I went along to try it out. (Try [almost] everything once)

I never used to understand trance music. All that wordless, senseless repetitive sound, which was more like noise than music. Which could not be broken down, deconstructed into something you could work with. You (I) couldn't Dance to trance. It was all pointless bopping around, or spastic spasms. Which is probably why people like it I guess. Brainless bopping. No skill involved. Just alcohol.

But having said that, after Saturday night, I'm beginning to understand why people appreciate it. There is after all something very hypnotic about the lights, the repetition, the hyper, erratic beat. And, as I said, it's brainless, no skill required, you just have to be uninhibited, inebriated, to let the music take over your body and limbs. I could do it again. But I would need (quite a bit more) alcohol. And also it's very relaxing... it's definitely the kind of thing you can go for to destress and unwind. Give yourself up to the music, the crowd, the almost cultish atmosphere. Let it all go.

Monday, June 12, 2006

2 nights of dancing all night and going to bed past 6am in the morning with colleagues from all over the world—Asia, US, Australia. was incredible fun.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Football fever

The World Cup is fast approaching and football fever has gripped my team. The Francais organised a football match at an artificial pitch near work a couple of weeks ago, with all the junior guys in my team and a few guys from other teams playing. Myself and two other girls went along to watch and be 'cheerleaders'.

The same boy is now organising a global football match at our global team offsite this weekend. It will be the first time the Americans, Asians, Europeans and Australians will be meeting. The boys have very politically correctly invited girls to join the match(es), but I'm not quite sure if I want to. On one hand, it's no fun being left out of the games, and I would really like to join (although I will be execrable at footie). On the other hand, I don't want to spoil the fun for the boys. The fact is, the game will be less fun for the boys if they can't play rough and have to tip toe around the girls. And these guys are nothing if not serious about their football.

And yet, I don't like the idea of a male/female divide over football. Although, having said that, everyone in my team—male and female—has been slowly sucked into the rising football frenzy—the football matches (locally and now globally), the score-prediction spreadsheet that has been sent around, the endless football discussions over lunch, dinner and all hours of the day, the idea that was proposed that we all chip in to buy a TV to watch the World Cup games since our floor is not yet equipped with a set, or the suggestion that we play a little World Cup jackpot which the team played last World Cup.

I don't usually follow football at all, although I always happily allow myself to be swept along by the festive spirit of the major football seasons—the World Cup and European Championship.

I have decided that this time, my teams shall be, as before, England and Italy. England because I live here now and I have affection for this little island that has taken me in. How Italy became my team is completely fortuitous. It was 6 years ago during Euro 2000, when I was with my ex, and not wanting to be a "soccer widow", I followed football to be sporting. And did I go the extra mile! I used to get up in the middle of the night to watch matches on a borrowed handheld TV with a small 1.5 by 2 inch screen, because my very uncooperative hostel did not allow us to watch the matches. Once, there was a Holland-Italy match and the boy supported Holland, so I took the other side just to be contrarian.

Unfortunately, both my teams have consistently underperformed and I wonder when I will see either raise either Cup.

But, in my predictions, after some thought (with not much expertise, admittedly) with an optimistic twist, I have Italy crowned World champions, which is not impossible, but slightly improbable. And yet, there is hope—Brazil has only ever won the title once whenever the World Cup was hosted in Europe (I am for England and Italy, but always against Brazil, no matter what, even if the Togo were playing Brazil, I would root for Togo)

My quarter-finals are as follows:
Sweden vs. Argentina, 1:3
Italy vs. France, 2:1
England vs. Netherlands, 1:2
Brazil vs. Spain, 3:1

Semis:
Argentina vs. Italy, 2:3
Netherlands vs. Brazil, 1:2

Final:
Italy vs. Brazil 2:1

Half the fun will be in seeing how my predictions fare.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Le temps qui reste

Renoir Cinema at Brunswick Square

For my own reference, all the French films I have watched so far:
Romance
Sur mes levres (Read my lips)
Le Placard (The closet)
Le temps qui reste (Time to leave)
Sex is Comedy
Le gout les autres (The taste of others)
Jeux d'enfants (Love me if you dare)
Les visiteurs (The visitors)
Ma femme est une actrice (My wife is an actress)
Nikita
Jeanne d'Arc
Le pere noel est une ordure
The dreamers (part French)
Amelie
8 femmes
Les invasions barbares (The Barbarian Invasions)

Thursday, June 01, 2006

works in progress

Sometimes I scribble down thoughts or ideas as they occur to me, but either or don't think they are relevant, or don't have the time to develop them, so I write as much as I can in a rough form then Save As Draft, to finish up later, or to keep forever in its rough unpolished form for my own record.

Then when I have the time or inclination, I go back, edit for grammar or refine the thesis then hit the "Publish" button. I have done so for three today. And have two more in the works for another day.


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