me: ooh!

My LJ’s 20th anniversary: The Magnificent Seven: Highgate Cemetery

I had imagined doing a big roundup post for the 20th anniversary of my LiveJournal, but due to rampant sleepiness on the 11th of July after my solo trip to London, I managed to miss it completely. (It was a mistake not to set a reminder in my calendar.) I still will, but in lieu of the roundup for now, here is a photo post from my final act of the London trip, which was to the eastern half of Highgate Cemetery.

Thanks to my DW/LJ, I know that I finished my photography project to visit all of the Magnificent Seven cemeteries in 2012. Someone asked me on my return home this weekend, “Who is buried in Highgate, apart from Karl Marx?” While I can answer that question with a list of names, the honest answer is that I don’t care. I don’t visit these places to hunt for the graves of specific famous people, not even Douglas Adams (sorry, mate. I do know where my towel is though). In fact, because I keep a journal, I have a precisely formulated explanation for my visits.

Maybe it’s obvious from my choice of photographs, but I don’t care much about finding the graves of the notable persons buried in these cemeteries. For me, the attraction of these places comes from the collective obliteration of individual identity. The sense that pain and sorrow have been absorbed and transformed into something that is rather beautiful - the admission, and acceptance, of death. -- Me, April 2012.
I love my journal so much. ♥ ♥ ♥

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This trip has inspired me to repeat the Magnificent Seven project, in reverse order, over the next few months. Next up, then: West Norwood cemetery.

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kusanagi: amused

Caturday is grumpy

Stop laughing hoomin

"Stop laughing, human. I'm going nowhere near that armoured rat."



Hedgepig continued to browse the seed bonanza in the garden for at least an hour with a brazen nonchalance that must have been infuriating to our resident feline.

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kusanagi: amused

It's always Caturday

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Caturday was spent getting the hoomins to enable quality stretching, and glaring coldly at them when they chuckled at the undignified positions adopted during the process.

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kusanagi: amused

Top sportsball commentary

It all ended well for the side this household was supporting, so it's still funny now, but this had me chuckling the entire match.


About seven minutes in. Both sides lining up for a free kick dangerously close to goal.

Commentator #1, pointedly: "No one has scored a direct goal in this tournament yet from a set piece."

***long pause***

Commentator #2, plaintively: "Why would you say that?"
Commentator #1, gleefully: "Because they haven't!"


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mizuno: lil naughty

Context-free tasting notes

One of my dearest friends organised a virtual bourbon-tasting evening for me and another friend last night.

Below are some unattributed notes. For those familiar with all three of us [the other two used to keep LJs, donkey's years ago], you can probably guess which persons are responsible for which.

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Nose: "This is exactly like the pine air freshener from the '80s. The ones that came on the tree-shaped cards."

Palate: "I've added orange soda. *sips* Ah. I've turned it into washing-up liquid."

Finish: "What did you write?" "I put 'grateful it's over'."

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Nose: "Vanilla, with notes of eye-burning."

Palate: "This tastes much better than it smells." Also: "This is bar bourbon, not home bourbon."

Finish: "If I met it in the morning, I might not like it as much." "Not for taking up to the hotel room, then."

~*~*~*~

"Hang on. I can't pour."
"Is that quantity, or glass-targeting?"
"Both."


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me: wrong side of the mirror

Caturday gazes at the fish in the pond

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One of the many things I haven't had time to write about in the past few months is that the bloke dug a pond in the garden. It's just large enough for a few plants, a handful of snails, and two goldfish, Flippy and Not-Food*. It took Sir some time to notice that there were fish in the pond, but now that he has, it's Channel 1 on Cat Telly every day.

* Short for "No, Mr Heron, go away. I am not food."


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me: wrong side of the mirror

Caturday: A story in four photos

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Yes, well done hoomins for buying me this sun lounger, it is a fitting throne for my royal self.

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Chin scritchings? Well, perhaps I may allow.

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Wait. What fresh hell is this.

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Sir, I am not your scarf. Return me to my throne immediately. In the meantime, Expect Pain.

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