sprezzatura: (Filthy Look)
In response to my post yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] moral_vacuum invited me to make a positive comment about being over 30. Of course, what I should have said was that I couldn't, having no experience of it, but that didn't occur to me until an esprit d'escalier moment several hours later and in any case, I've always been rubbish at lying about my age.

I do worry about getting older, mostly because of how little I have to show for my thirty... erm... something years of life and all the mistakes I have made. A couple of months ago, [livejournal.com profile] sneerpout pointed me at a fantastic cautionary quote from Dorothy Parker: "She had spent the golden time in grudging its going." I've been trying not to do that so much recently and I made sure the diem of the summer was well and truly carped, but it's an uphill struggle to convince myself I'm not actually over it yet. There are many advantages to growing older but I'm not always good at remembering, so I invite you all to remind me of them.

What is the best thing about being over 30, or, if you're not there yet (lucky buggers), the age you are now?

Also, in case you haven't already seen it on Facebook, I am in need of Ten (or more) Good Reasons not to buy this. They do say mid life crises are getting earlier, but I'm not sure that would justify the purchase of an album of covers of songs from my youth by the man I wanted to marry when I was thirteen. Talk me out of it, in the wittiest way possible!
sprezzatura: (History)
First thing's first! Addendum to yesterday's poll, including various programmes I had forgotten about or which other people said I should have included. This way for the Tickybox )

I have been at university this morning and one of the topics that came up in discussion was whether, in this age of digital disposability, we would leave any records of our lives for the historians of the future to pick through and write dissertations about. I wasn't going to admit to keeping a paper diary in front of a room full of twenty year-olds, but there is one (several volumes worth, actually) and when I get round to it I might do a [livejournal.com profile] shewho and publish some of it here. Maybe in years to come someone will find my detailed accounts of Neighbours episodes of the late 80s, or rants about how crap the top 40 was in 1991 useful as part of a study of the popular culture of the day. Who knows, in a hundred years, someone might decide to base their PhD thesis on what the best rides were at Chessington World of Adventures in 1989 according to the opinion of a fifteen year-old girl.

Of course, there are other personal records: letters, medical details, Nectar points, even receipts from which people of the future could learn about us, which have inspired the following poll:

What will you leave behind? )

What I really want to know is what is going to happen to the Interwebs in the future? Here we all are, busily trying to save Livejournal, but exactly what are we saving it for? I've been rambling away online for well over a decade now, and ignoring for a moment the very important civil liberty/identity issues, I'm quite upset by the idea that there might not be a record of any of the long, rambling email conversations I used to have back in the days when it was a novelty. I would like to think there is a dusty old server somewhere that might still be storing the archives of long-defunct Hotmail accounts with cringingly cheesy goth names, but the idea horrifies me as much as it comforts me. Can any geek types offer a view on what might happen to all the nonsense we churn out? Should we try and download the whole lot now and store it away for posterity, or is it gone for ever?
sprezzatura: (Richard Armitage)
This week's meme of choice is "F*ck, chuck or marry", in which participants invite their friends to give them three names between which they have to choose who to hitch, who to ditch and who to... erm... have a one night stand with*. [livejournal.com profile] jfs nominated Richard the Lionheart, Robin Hood and Guy of Gisburn for me and said I could choose which interpretation of the legend the latter two came from. I'm going with Robin of Sherwood, though my choices for f*ck and chuck would be reversed if I opted for that Robin Hood(ie) rubbish my darling daughter informs me is now back on TV. My userpic should be sufficient explanation.

Anyway, in the case of Robin of Sherwood, who to chuck is a complete no-brainer. Gisburn looks passably dashing in his armour, but he is boorish, misogynistic, arrogant, selfish and none too bright. No thank you. This leaves King Richard I and Robin. Robin is romantic, loving, witty and heartstoppingly beautiful, but he's also reckless, has a bit of a hero complex, and let's face it, he's a bloody hippy. The novelty of living rough would wear off the minute he started talking to trees or it started raining or I found a snail in my bed or something. Richard, while lacking the tight trousers and floppy-haired charm of Robin, is the actual king. He is also purportedly homosexual and mostly off doing crusades and stuff so would be unlikely to trouble me much, leaving me free for the occasional illicit liaison with one or other of the outlaws if they wanted to come in from the cold for a bit. In conclusion, shed Gisburn, bed Robin and wed the King, and live happily ever after as long as he didn't find out. Do let me know if you would like to play the game as well, and feel free to leave me an alternative trio in exchange.

This afternoon has become unexpectedly hectic, as I did not find out until (slightly beyond, if I'm honest) the last minute that school closed early today and as such K and her friend E came back an hour before I was expecting them. Consequently I'm off to make Easter eggs and do other nauseatingly Proper Mummy things in a minute, but in the meantime I will leave you with my favourite comedy quote of the week, from my favourite tutor Dr BW. Talking of James I of England, he described his bad dress sense, lack of confindence and generally unimpressive stature, and commented that he might benefit from a change of image. No-one had the heart to correct him when he suggested that the unfortunate monarch should have "had a makeover with Wok". Being well on my way to uncool old fartiness myself I particularly love it when lecturers and similar people try to be down with the kids and get it wrong, so feel free to share your own examples of embarrassing faux pas, particularly if, as I know some of you are, you are a fusty old academic yourself.

*Suitably rhyming euphemisms on a postcard.

Take Five.

Feb. 20th, 2009 02:18 pm
sprezzatura: (Snape)
I have often said that the reason I have never written fiction is because I lack the imagination, and as my recent silence might imply, I am now having the same problem with LJ. Thankfully, a meme has emerged whereby you invite your friends to give you five topics to write about, and this is what [livejournal.com profile] tga selected for me. You know what to do if you want five of your own.

TV talk shows, cars, lesbians, movies and Alan Rickman. Does that sound like the recipe for a good night out? )
sprezzatura: (Fenella Curious)
How do you know you are not a goth any more?
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