Saturday, June 28, 2008

Enjoying the English 'Summer'

As an Australian it's my duty in part to complain about the English weather. It's 'Summer' already, and I spend my days in the office wearing a jumper (but then we have particularly cold air-conditioning). In the few minutes I have to check my personal email at work I also check the BBC website to find the London forecast for the weekend. Sometimes I check the forecast for other world cities too, to see what I'm missing out on. Bangkok: 34C light showers, Barcelona: 36C sunny, Beijing: 28C sunny. Yet despite being close to mid-Summer, London only ever seems to be cloudy with light showers.

So there's plenty of gloom about the English Summer - it's always hotter and drier elsewhere. But it's not all bad news. What the weather lacks in ferocity and consistency is made up for in wonderful, if very occasional, temperate pleasantness. Over Summer, the days get longer and longer until the dusk nearly meets dawn, and the country erupts with green. Although it's cold, wet and windy most of the time, on a nice day, rare as they are, life is so pleasant and the world feels happy to exist.

Last weekend the forecast was for rain, but 'sunny intervals' prevailed, so I made the most by taking a certain someone to visit a country park near my old house. We sat under an oak tree, had a picnic lunch, lay on the grass, strolled through the meadows and finished off the the afternoon with tea and scones. Such days, although few and far between, are about as pleasant as can be, and are certainly worth waiting the rest of the week under an umbrella for.

Monday, June 23, 2008

I'm not dead

Just to let you all know, I'm not dead. I'm just very very busy and I don't have a computer at home. Hope to fix that and return to writing regular posts soon.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Long weekend

Long weekends are great, there should be more of them. Sri Lankans get a whopping 25 public holidays this year (compared to UK 8) - including one each month for the day of the full moon.

Saturday
Anyway, my long weekend was fine. On Saturday I made it to pretty Oxford for an old highschool friend's wedding. Nice day, happy to see him married. Went for a stroll in a country park, and the town.

Sunday
Met some Irish friends for lunch. Then returned home and played lots of Mario Kart Wii.

Monday
Today was a typical English Spring day. Cold, wet and windy. Got to Chinatown for lunch, got drenched, returned home to cook some Thai food with my friends, then played lots of Mario Kart Wii. I didn't take any pictures of the rain.





P.S. Sorry none of these pictures are getting onto my Flickr account. I've been quite lazy, and since my camera broke last year, I got out of the habit of uploading. Will start again soon, I hope.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

On the pleasures of music



Today I got quite a bit of pleasure from listening to music - from both the softer and harder ends of the musical spectrum. I find music has the ability to give at times a very special, almost euphoric kind of pleasure. And it's ability to do so completely perplexes me. I'd like to know why music is so imporant to us and can evoke emotion in all of us, and how it came to be so.

I guess you could call me an evolutionist, I believe that which ever traits we have, we have them because of natural selection from evolutionary pressures on our ancestors. We fear, for instance, because those who didn't posses such a thing as fear didn't last long enough to leave children. We enjoy certain foods because of some personal pyschology perhaps, but more broadly I believe it's because of natural selection - and while I might not know the exact mechanism, it's probably the case that if we tend to die young if we don't get nutrient A, then those people who tended to like, and thus seek out essential nutrient A, tended not to die before they left children.

Any aspect of ourselves should have a reason for being so. The pleasures of music seem to be common to us all. But why? I don't get it. What advantage did early humans have in an ability to find pleasure out of very particular sounds. There could be social reasons, but as far as I'm concerned, I've not yet heard a convincing explanation as to why we find pleasure in music. I once read a theory to do with the fact that we inherited an inclination to be sensitive to rhythm from fish, but I wasn't entirely convinced.

Hard Music
Hyperviolet - by Pig Destroyer
Accessible Losses - by Darkest Hour
As the earth spins round - by Sikth, but sample misses the best bits :(


Today I roamed the streets a little melancholy - with a certain someone in mind. To lighten my mood I decided to play a little Pig Destroyer, on a metal mix that my friend Mr Michael Rayner recently compiled for me. This, along with some other tracks, somehow focused my mind, and made the task of walking down the street that much more pleasurable.

I'm new to 'metal'. I used to enjoy some songs bordering metal, but I never quite crossed the death growl threshold. My friend is an avid metal fan, so I asked him to compile a sampling of metal music to help me see why metal is so great. Indeed, its combination of death growls (which become rather quaint, I think), virtuosic guitar and drums, grunging assonance and leading, blasting rhythm is quite hyptnotic. 'As the earth goes round' has a particularly beautiful ending, lulling you away to a contemplative state, underscored by a tyranny of bass beats.

I just have to be careful not to put the volume too loud on my iPod because I came home tonight with a ring in my ear, similar to when you come home from a club. It lasted about an hour.

Soft Music
An die musik (an Ode to Music) - by Franz Schubert
Clarinet Quintet in A, K581, Larghetto - by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Prelude No.4 Opus 28 - by Frédéric Chopin


Softer music also gives me great pleasure. I'm not the best piano player in the world, but when I got home tonight I completely unwound myself by playing some tunes on the piano - Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart, Schubert - some of my favourite composers. I'm sure plenty of people have written on the pleasures of Mozart, and have attempted to explain its origins in pyschology or perhaps mathematics or both. I don't know why it gives pleasure, just that it does. It can take me away to a beautiful, melancholy place, it can bring elation, and such joy and sadness. The two sometimes get confused.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Garfield minus Garfield



When you take Garfield out of Garfield, you get a tragicomic tale of a very lonely man...

Refamiliarising myself with London

Friends
Went over the weekend to drinks & dinner with some university friends plus many others. We fit 30 people (not all present in photo) into the smallest apartment I've ever seen at 10 square metres. It was hot, loud and sweaty, but kind of fun.


Work
Today was my first day back at work. It wasn't so bad. The weather is nothing short of perfect - warm blue-sky days. I wasn't expected at the office until 9:30 so I took a leisurely stroll to the office, through leafy streets and several churchyards, remembering how pretty parts of London are.



Thoughts
Still plenty on my mind. Took a seat this evening by the Thames, near my friend's house. Sat for a while. Read and watched the people going by. Occasionally I'd glance up, nice view...

Sunday, May 11, 2008

London


Summer has certainly arrived in London. Today was a beautiful day at 27C. Met a friend for ice-cream, then joined some other friends and sat in the park...


Tomorrow is my first day back at work...