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August 2007

Wednesday, 29 August 2007

The Sun Goes Down On Alva Street

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As you're probably violently sick of hearing by now, tomorrow is move day.  I've had plenty of move days before, but I've never been so genuinely relieved to be leaving a property before.  Inevitably, the next 24 hours are going to be highly strung and stressed to the nines, so just a short post for now.  Not sure when I'll be posting again - broadband'll take a couple of weeks to chug into life at New Flat and we can all still remember the drawn-out dread of dial-up - but when I do it'll be with a weight lifted on my virtual shoulders and a big toothy grin, able to write about more than disturbed sleep and grey views.  Still, the skylines have been rather nice...

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Nighty night, dirty old New Town.  See youse in The Green!

Sunday, 26 August 2007

85 Hours And Counting...

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Arrived back yesterday from a very pleasant few days in Ilkley surrounded by craggy slopes, purple heather, promenading ducks and lots and lots of lovely green.  Walking home from the train station last night, central Edinburgh suffered greatly by comparison, seemingly nothing but miserable grey buildings and noisy hordes.  Of course, there's plenty more to it than that, just not where we are - but on Thursday we'll make the move west, away from the city centre and out towards a quieter, greener place.  The flat is a great mass of boxes right now (none containing a bunny, though one can but dream) and today's been spent cleaning in anticipation.

The next few days are going to be frustrating, no doubt about it, since we're now in that weird emotional limbo between homes even though we're still in the old one, but the thought that we'll be ending this week in the new place, free of the dread of noise, breathing in clearer, cleaner air (seriously, you can taste the difference between breathing here and the new place) is almost indescribably pleasing.  There's been the odd point over the last few months when I've worried if we've somehow been over-sensitive about our sleep disrupted by sound from below, so it was extremely heartening to read a special report in New Scientist this week on the truth about noise pollution.  We're not over-reacting by any stretch and, as the report shows, we're not alone.  Sadly only the first three paragraphs are available online, but to quote from the article.

[I]n May a survey by the UK's National Society for Clean Air (NCSA) showed that noise had a "major impact" for 45 per cent of respondents [...] Two percent of respondents to the NCSA study said they had moved house because of noisy neighbours.

Even more specifically...

Noise can create a form of chronic stress that keeps our bodies in a state of constant alert [...]  If these stress hormones are in constant circulation, they can cause long-term physiological changes [...]  In the case of noisy neighbours, for example, stress might be triggered simply by knowing a neighbour is in, even if they are not being noisy at that point.  "If you have no control over the noise, that's what creates anger and stress and causes people to tip over the edge," says Val Wheedon.  [...]  In such disputes, noise serves not only as an irritation, but symbolises perceived lack of consideration in others, priming the body for confrontation.

Ex-bloody-zactly!  Furthermore...

Noise can aggravate stress still further if it disturbs sleep, which can result in constant fatigue and outbursts of aggressiveness and irritability.  People exposed to noise during their sleep have been shown to wake up more often and fidget more in their sleep - both indicators of sleep disruption.

You'd think that almost went without saying, but to see that all written down - especially in New Scientist - has been very reassuring for me.  It lets me know that I'm not a freak for getting so wound up or for eventually becoming so anxious and alert for noise below our master bedroom that I can't even sleep in there any more (thank fuck for the guest bedroom) and that, no matter how much the move costs financially - and it's a fair whack - it's worth every single penny to be able to truly relax again at bedtime.  No wonder I'm counting the hours.

Tuesday, 21 August 2007

Briefly...

I'd planned on writing proper reviews of the four films I saw over the last few days, not to mention the special guest appearances, but time just hurtles past like a sausage on a skateboard and the Lass & I are trundling down south to Ilkleyland for the next few days. So, for now, here's the briefest of thoughts:

THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM: Absolutely full-on cinematic adrenaline, incredibly intense. Enormously recommended.
RATATOUILLE: Quite possibly the best Pixar film yet made, neither Paris nor food has ever looked so good. Animated genius, utterly glorious.
KNOCKED UP: One of the finest comedies this decade. Relentlessly laugh-out-loud funny yet astonishingly sweet, true and affecting. Recommended to everyone.
STARDUST: Imaginative, energetic, stuffed-to-the-gills fantasy. Features a superb Best Supporting performance by the Isle of Skye.

Full wordy stuff to come on the other side of the moors. Heathcliff! It's me! So co-ho-ho-hold!

Sunday, 12 August 2007

Fireworks & Feathers

Two images from this weekend, the first one since June that I've not worked overtime - and by cripes does it feel good to have both days free again. Not done a huge deal beyond packing, sorting, recycling and chucking, but last night we made the most of our view in the current flat and watched the post-Tattoo fireworks explode above Edinburgh Castle. The Lass took some absolutely smashing pictures - you must check out this one, all bright wiggling streams of light - and though mine didn't work out so well, the one below came out okay:

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Same again next Saturday - may as well use this view while we've still got it. Today was a suitably lazy Sunday, with brunch at my-soon-to-be-local The Caley Sample Room, an easy-going walk along the Union Canal and a genuinely enjoyable time at Gorgie City Farm. It's a smashing place, filled with herbs, vegetables and creatures great, small and feathered - here's a bathing ducky:

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MP3 of the Week: SERENE!

Lurching upright again after weeks and weeks and weeks of inactivity, it's the terrifying return of the MP3 of the week!  Gasp!  Zoinks!  Etc!  How long it'll last before toppling back into the limbo of my fecklessness is anyones guess, but in the meantime here's a real beauty to get your lugholes around.  It's a song by a group I'd never heard of before, The Most Serene Republic, and was brought to my attention by the Scatterbrain music blog a few weeks back.

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It's an advance track off their next album - Population, out 2nd October - and it's the loveliest thing, energetic and thrilling.  It's got upbeat echoes of Architecture In Helsinki, Sufjan Stevens, the Delgados, Arcade Fire, with vocal duties bouncing nicely between the two singers while indie rock and piano pounds along.  It's the kind of song that escalates and, crucially, doesn't stop too soon (something the aforementioned Arcade Fire are often guilty of) when it hits its stride, instead bounding along that bit further.  Really good stuff, I'd recommend this to Steve, Stu N, Burge, the Lass, and anyone else who appreciates a perky slice of melodic indie.

Saturday, 11 August 2007

Free Stuff!

As the packing for flat-moving becomes ever more feverish as we swing closer to The Blessed Day (19 days, tick tock, tick tock), I find myself with a big wodge of comics that I don't really want any more, can't be fussed with putting on ebay and would rather see go to a reader rather than a great big recycling bin.  So!  If you fancy any of the following comicky things, let me know what you want (email me on fallingsky AT gmail DOT com) and it's yours - just send me enough to cover p&p, which'll be pretty wee. 

THE ULTIMATES V.1 #7-9, #11
KILLER PRINCESSES #1-2
MARVELS #1-3 (second printing, of course)
GREEN LANTERN #125 (signed by Keith Aiken, FWIW)
DEEVEE 2001 (Australian indie anthology, includes Eddie Campbell and James Kochalka)
ELEVEN OR ONE (Joseph Michael Linsner)
TRANSMETROPOLITAN #11-14, 16-24 (the covers fallen off 21) and #60 still in a bag, all untouched and such
BATMAN: GOTHAM NIGHTS #1-4 (decent 4-parter from '92)
BONE TPB Vol 3 (issues #13-18)
BONE issues #22-46, 48-49
COME IN ALONE (Ellis's book of rants, some pages feature underlines and highlights made by an excitable nerd back in the day)
GREGORY - by Marc Hempel
ACTION GIRL #7, #16
VIMANARAMA #1
AMERICAN CENTURY #1
HELLBLAZER #100
MINISTRY OF SPACE #2
JUST A PILGRIM: GARDEN OF EDEN #4
THE AUTHORITY: MORE KEV #1
STORMWATCH: TEAM ACHILLES #1, 12-14
9-11 EMERGENCY RELIEF TPB
ASTRONAUTS IN TROUBLE: ONE SHOT ONE BEER (signed by Larry Young, telling me to "stay out of trouble". I did.)
DADDY'S GIRL (very, very disturbing graphic novel)
EDDIE CAMPBELL'S EGOMANIA #1
STRANGEHAVEN #13

Actual content coming soon!  Probably!

UPDATE: Cor, that was quick. All gone!

Sunday, 05 August 2007

So, Jon, how are you spending the first Sunday of the Edinburgh Festival?

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Thursday, 02 August 2007

Neptune's Ducky

Quiet, isn't it?  Sorry about that - I've been kept out of mischief with oodles of proofreading for work, fistfuls of overtime, packing boxes, posting Ebayed stuff and resisting the temptation to call in an air-strike on the flat beneath us (you can see the flaw in such a plan).  I'll try and get things a bit more yappy here once the proofreading wraps up soon, but for now here's a duck, spotted nicely by the Cellar Image of the Day last week..

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Look at the size of that beauty!  It's the work of Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman, based on the Loire river in France and is called, rather suitably, 'Rubber Duck'.  His website describes it thus:

A yellow spot on the horizon slowly approaches the coast. People have gatherd and watch in amazement as a giant yellow Rubber Duck approaches. The spectators are greeted by the duck, which slowly nods its head. The Rubber Duck knows no frontiers, it doesn't discriminate people and doesn't have a political connotation. The friendly, floating Rubber Duck has healing properties: it can relieve mondial tensions as well as define them. The rubber duck is soft, friendly and suitable for all ages!

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The fellow's definitely onto something.  In a perfect world, every warship would be replaced with flotillas of enormous floating ducks.  Just wait 'til I'm king.  QUAAAACK.

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