Category: Personal

Perfect Day

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-03-29

I slept in until midday, then went for a ride out through Peterborough on my bike. Heading back into town I picked up the new New Order CD, had a hot chocolate at Cafe Nero, then went for a walk by the river. After wandering through fields and trees for a while stumbled across a sculpture garden with a Caro and some Gormleys in. This set me thinking, and I scribbled away feverishly on various artistic ideas.
The napkin my notes were on disappeared on the way home but I reconstituted the notes in my notebook. Hopefully I didn’t lose any ideas. Then I put a stew in the oven for later, and blogged for a while.
All in all a perfect day. Life, nature, music, art, food, and no hassle.
Bliss. 🙂

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Learning To Drive

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-03-08

I had my first driving lesson last night. Steering is easy but pressing the pedals the opposite way to each other carefully or forcefully depending on what you’re trying to do is difficult. I was fine on the road but once it was over and I got out of the car I got a bit shaky. It was fun, though.

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Personality Type

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-03-03

I did a personality test. Apparently I’m a “Social Philosopher”…

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Playlist

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-03-01

Radiohead: Hail To The Thief
Bloc Party: Silent Alarm
Auf der Maur: Auf Der Maur
Meme: Affectivity
Interpol: Antics
The Cure: The Cure
The Killers: Hot Fuss

MTV2 had a Killers/Bloc Party half hour. Every three years I’m in synch with popular taste…

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Quick Check

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-02-24

This is just a quick check to see whether Elaine is *really* reading this site. ;-P

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I’m Blogging This

Post author By Rhea Myers
Post date 2005-02-18

So it’s coming up to 10am and the removal men have almost packed everything that’s going. Evie’s over at her new house with the Nag Champa that I bought her. Helping her move out has been like digging my own grave, only without the promise of any respite at the end. But at least I have been as good as my word. I don’t really have anything else I can be.