very nice dinner with ching at a sichuan restaurant after the opening last night. we discussed the boundary of art/architecture, our increasing disinterest in paintings, the limited world some painters have etc. we might be too biased and know too little to make such comments but i did enjoy the conversation and the good food.
i have just started working on the translation of the 31-page essay. the job is divided between another girl and i, so i will actually do 15 pages only. i do love doing translation and the googling that is required during the process.
It would be nice to have a boyfriend who can sing the way stewart murdoch does. if i can't get a boyfriend like him, it would be equally nice to play the keyboard in their band.
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees
Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk
Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds
Now everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still
There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again
The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling? I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart