Well.

Down on life again. Listening to Karen Dalton. A dead folk/blues singer. This album is called It's so hard to tell who's going to love you. She sounds a bit like Janis Joplin, a lot like Billie Holiday, but, above everything, like herself. Please listen to her. My favourite is this moody little corner of a song called "Ribbon bow".

A least tomorrow is Monday, back to paper-writing and lecture-attending and... and i think Nadine Gordimer's gonna be in town. Now i am ashamed to admit this, but i must. I have only read one book by her. The Conservationist. I can never type 'conservationist' without typing 'conversationist' first. Gordimer is by all accounts a fabulously cranky, no-nonsense woman, and i do want to listen to what she has to say. O, that's it. I'm going. I half-want to take a good picture of her, but she'd probably slap me for my cheap insolence. On the other hand, how many people can say 'i went to a talk by Nadine Gordimer and all i got was a resounding public slap!' It would make a fine anecdote for sure.

In other news i have watched this video at least ten times. That sound effect there, the one that sounds like a glass tabletop being aggressively wiped with a damp bit of cloth, is so annoying and wonderful! I have also overthought those lyrics. Beyonce insists that she does not actually intend to rule the world like the insane diva she is: 'what i prefer, what i deserve is a man that makes me and takes me and delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond.' Do i detect the easy confidence of a woman who knows she can have both, despite her words, or do i sigh and go back to wanting to bite her amazing thighs? No prizes for guessing. Hey, and because i'm incapable of turning off my nerdiness, i really want to see Beyonce as Starfire in a live action movie someday.