Right on. It's time to take this blog in hand. I've been unbelievably busy on so many different thangs -- work, the
new Foxy Digitalis, the new
AudioFoundation project,
writing for FD and
the Wellingtonista, running
Palindrone, working on new
seht material, trying to get some new
Stumps releases off the ground -- who really has time to post here? Well, I have managed 20 or 30 posts since the New Year which is not
tooooooo bad, but it's the quality as much as the quantity, y'know.
So this here is where I put the stake in the ground and say "NO MORE!"... where I put my hand on my heart and faithfully promise to update much more frequently (dare I say
daily???) and with much better content. Oh! The melodrama!
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Saturday night was Antony's birthday. Fifteen or so of us spent several hours on the cushions around the low tables at
Cafe Istanbul, which was lovely and left me with the following thoughts:
- I'm never, ever going to do that again -- my back is still sore. Am I getting old?
Are belly-dancers really supposed to be dangerously obese? And, even if so, are New Zealanders really ready for the challenge of upping and dancing with one in the middle of a restaurant? Or is it just cringingly, excruciatingly embarrassing.
- BYO whisky (in the hip-flask that Ms. Brown gave me) is a great idea and should be done more often -- it really adds a hitherto-unknown element of intrigue and danger into what is otherwise the fairly straightforward procedure of going out and eating food.
- I still really, really like Mediterranean food. Yes, sure -- it's all very low-brow and so on, but damn if it don't taste good.
Apparently after James and I left at about 11pm, somebody broke down in tears at the table, and the party moved downtown; Kiran didn't get home until 4am. Am uncertain at this point whether it was a good or a bad thing to have missed all this.
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NP: Circle of Ouroborus - pretty much everything they've ever released, actually (
aQuarius).