Leaving... Tomorow.

I am metting my J and my B today for the last time. What am I going to do?
Woke up in pain, headache, I suspect a migrane as moving hurt more, and sound and light irratated it.
Flying tomorow with Singapour airlines.
What will I do without Fallow and Mud?

Oh hell knows, wish me luck whoever isn't reading this (as, as far as I know no one is...)

Their Fresco

Sasha

Flying

Flying on Wednesday.
I've cried.
It is slowly setting in.
I dislike having very little to no control over my emotions.
Tomorrow going to London, not sure I'm going to handle it.

Reviews...

The gadget: Axiotron Modbook

Those of you who haven't heard of it (which I suspect is the majority) will do so now. Essentially is is an apple laptop, but instead of a screen it has an interactive pad for artists. I personally think it is immensely... well cool I guess doesn't describe it in it's full capacity. I have used artist pads before and have concluded that paper is much easier on the hand-eye coordination. However I suspect using this application would be just like using paper but also with the extra bits that come with art programs on computer.
The Book: Don't You Know Who I Am? by Piers Morgan

What can I say? I enjoyed reading it ( I wouldn't have finished it otherwise.) But 'why' is the question I can't answer. I guess the fact that his career was based on the fact he did what he loved (what I love) and succeeded, needs some recognition. The fact that he made a career-in the time period of the book- out of being popular and no other talent, intrigues me; while a part of my brain disregards it as impossible. The fact that in England -a country obsessed more that any other I know (but maybe America) with popularity,- he isn't even famous, he is relatively unknown to the general public in the time he describes in the book. It is the celebrities that know him, fear him, hate him. The story doesn't have plot or any meaning but it is fascinating in it's own right. You get to know his personal writing style rather intimately. It all adds to the heady mix. I think the only reason I didn't stop reading at the lack of plot is because the book portrays a dream world -one way or another- of the general public. Mix that dream land with the slightly smug yet self depicting tone of the whole book and the interestingly distance - but not frigid- tone and you get the best seller it is now.

The writing style I like a lot, I like it because it holds a fascination for me, diary I can do, but diary to the public? The whole point of what is written is the audience, and of the top of my head I can't think of any other publication that is a book and it's sole point it's the audience. A textbook is to inform, a magazine is to entertain, but in this I do not know the point. It is written like a diary, yet it is written for the audience. And I as the said audience enjoyed it, - but as I said above I can't think of a reason - what I wish to know is how do you obtain such a talent: to know what the audience wants before the audience it -or her-self. Experience? Talent? Muse? Luck?

The Series: New Tricks

I wont give to much away, but I'm not to sure how to describe it. The police opens a new department: UCOS which stands for Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad. The head is Sandra Pullman who became disrespected and a general scapegoat for the police since an incident involving a dog and a pistol. She is to hire retired police officers to solve such old cases.

She hires 3:

Jack, who is relatively normal for the fact that his wife Mary died in a car crash and he often talks to her grave in his back garden.

Jerry, who has 3 ex-wife's and a daughter from each of them. Other than that he has many useful concession and a general disregard to the rules (but then again, so do Jack and Brian)

Brian, is a genius when it come to memory and can remember all of police officers records. He can be scary when without medication.

All in all most of the hour long episodes are funny and contain an edge of danger, they all have a good plot but also work well as a wind down after a bad day. I can say anything else to it. If you wish to watch the first/pilot episode:

This is the pilot but I'm not sure how well it will work

This is the first episode and it will work

Both may take a while to work properly. But seriously if you like it I would recommend buying it (I'm personally planning on asking it for my birthday/Easter)

Love Sasha

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 4

So anyway we arrived at the O2, had our lunch (ie, had pizza) and went in to the exhibition around 3: 30. Now the only people in the queue where either french school children or old grannies, OK there was a few exceptions like us and it was a week day but really? Is nobody else bothered enough or even interested?

They had set up twelve galleries, and the atmosphere was very well planned through. There was no proper lighting ( spotlights were provided for the items) and they had of what they think now is ancient Egyptian music. (Mum and I had a talk about this, how do they know what was Egyptian music like back then, the note's and key's weren't invented back then, so for all we know maybe they liked rock... Anyway) The disappointment was that you met all of his family for the first 6 galleries and the rest wont so good. 2 out of the 6 were just info on the wall, and the rest gave very little about the Boy King. Don't be fooled by advertisement the only thing that was brang of him (so none of his coffins - I'm not sure what they are in English- and he had 4 and none of the coffin coverings and he had 7, not even his mummy) was the small coffin like box that once upon a time contained his liver.

What really amazed me was, that although every thing looks gold it's not, most items in the gallery was wood painted with gold. What I like to know is how the wood survived for so long.

Generally, while I enjoined the exhibition, it hardly did what it 'said on the tin'. While I learned something new - like not all Pharaohs were in pyramids most of them were put into crypts- the general feeling of the exhibition for me was violated. I felt so sorry for the poor boy: his resting place disturbed, his possessions removed, his body moved and scanned, his religion and beliefs disrespected.
And while I enjoyed the exhibition, it was truly disguising to what lenght they went for their history.

Love
Sasha



PS. I probably made quite a few mistakes above so feel free to tell me, I'm just so tired..... to edit it right now.

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 3

Shiny!

A dirty poster begging for cleaner water.

A punk Hedgehog with yellow needles - as witnessed by the modern artists - magnified for your viewing pleasure.

I think that may be a cross section of a ship...

Now this is the Hedgehog of to go to the supermarket and getting melted by the sun.

What type of -there might be children reading this who are less educated in the current culture than I am - do I come up with?

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 2

Odd Looking Building.

Emmm, a ship?

Another odd, modern looking building.

Tower Bridge

London Tower

No that's not New York...

Self explanatory, no?

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed

If your planning on seeing the Egyptian exhibition in the O2 red and reread the description carefully so you wont be disappointed like Mum and I was.

We took a train to London, walked on the sea front near the London Eye and Waterloo and then took a boat (not a tourist one, something Express it was very cheap to, with the day traveling card it was 3 pounds 90 penny's (how do you write the modern word? peis?) for an adult and a child one way to North Greenwich, the O2 stop.) Here some of the pictures I took of yesterday (I can seem to get the Google Album to work, oh well) and the continue of the story should be under them.That's the Tate Modern building that used to be an old factory.

The top of St.Paul's Cathedral.The Globe Theatre.


Underside of London Bridge.

Approaching Tower Bridge.

Not sure how many photo's a post can take so I'll end this one and start another one.

On the Subject of...Science.

And I don't mean the science that we do at school but the science at an laboratory like MSSL. Now MSSL belongs to UCL (Univercity Colage London) and the letters stand for Mullard Space Science Laboratory. Now my mum and Andrew work there that is where I am now going instead of school to help them pack all their belonging before we leave.
Now imagine this picture, you are going to your mothers leaving lunch and you see a scientist, you know the proper the one's who don't sit at the computers but do physical work. In a white lab coat. Washing his car. At his place of work, using a bucket sponge and a hose pipe (to where he attached it I have no clue.)
In a way I believe mum is right. MSSL is not a job, it's a life style. There is four people working in her office. One of them - now this is a he - has an origami calender and pictures of him on quite a few roller coaster. The other -she - has a marble run thingy system on her filling cabinet. So this gives us the statistic: 2 out of 4 scientist haven't left childhood.
No that's unfair but moving on to the more important news. I doubt I'll be able to use the Internet for the next month or so, so there is a chance I'll have some guest speaker on here to do that for me. Have no fear.... I am saying that just to know how many people know that I am on here as I forgot to give this to my class, so the people right now possessing this knowledge are: R, and Westlake, Charlotte (the one who draws the sweet cuboid fluffy things), and two teacher one of which hasn't been at school yet (as far as moi goes).
Other than that I've been having some theories, I'll write the shorter one down now....
To the Truly English people our there...Can you ask the guest at your wedding just to bring money? I mean I know all about the list and all that rot but just cash..money...vouchers? I do have a base on my theory, a family friend is from India and he's marring, around now and he has about 1 000 (that's thousand for those of you who hated maths!) so if every person brang (this doesn't seem to be a word...oh well) 10 pounds that will be 10 000. So do give a answer if you may...
That's for now,
Love
Sasha (or as Becca's Byron called me the other day Sashiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)