strange_complex | Bloomin' owls...

...keeping me up all night!

Actually, they aren't really owls, but apparently some openings in the roofing of the flats where I live, which make hooting sounds exactly like owls when the wind blows through them. Which was most of last night. Still, it gives me a great opportunity to introduce my latest icon (man, I just love the way us permies get yet another new one every few months!).

This particular owl may be found outside Leeds' Civic Hall, where he and a feathery friend stand as proud emblems of the city - whose patron goddess must therefore logically be Minerva. Now that I actually live in Leeds, I felt the need for a 'Leeds - town' icon to supplement the 'Leeds - gown' aspect represented by my Parkinson building one. So that's his job. Meanwhile, in the background, is Shelley's rendering of the Homeric hymn to his mistress, the first few lines of which run thus:

I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes,
Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and wise,
Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid,
Revered and mighty; from his awful head
Whom Jove brought forth, in warlike armour dressed,
Golden, all radiant! wonder strange possessed
The everlasting Gods that Shape to see,
Shaking a javelin keen, impetuously
Rush from the crest of Aegis-bearing Jove...

Hooting aside, I am having a very lovely weekend, which so far has included:

Going shopping and buying a very lovely fifties-esque dark purple party frock for upcoming Christmas dos
Getting the flat properly clean and tidy
Painting my toe-nails
Dying my hair (that one's happening right now)
Doing some very fruitful and rewarding Alessandro Moreschi research
Making lots of interesting notes (so far in English) for the Italian presentation I have to give on Tuesday
Some cracking lie-ins

Later on,

my_mundane_life will be coming to stay over en route to an interview she has here tomorrow, and we will be going out for dinner with

hieroglyphe. And in the meantime, I'd better get this dye off my hair and start turning those notes into an actual presentation, that's actually in Italian...

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From:

hieroglyphe.livejournal.com

Heh heh, it's actually the same people but under a different name - and looking at the postcode it's dead near where I live as well :-)

As for dinner... I've looked at the train timetable and I can either get into Leeds for 6.00, 6.50 or 8.20 (the joy of Sunday trains!). Buses are marginally better - I can get into the bus station for 10 minutes past/20 minutes to the hour.

Um, I guess I'll need an hour to 90 minutes' notice to get into town and meet you somewhere, so just let me know?

From:

strange-complex.livejournal.com

OK - Tam has texted to say she'll be at the bus station for 3, so we can be back at my place by quarter past, thinking about when / where we'd like to eat. I should be able to report back to you by 4.