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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Wednesday, December 14, 2011. Are they still your best mates? What about the people that have disappeared from your life altogether? Think I decided then felt instantly guilty about it. How did my best friend end up moving to the same suburb where she used to live? Well, no need to be too melancholy about it all. I'm looking forward to Christmas. With there now being excited children (not my own, the sister'...
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Monday, April 09, 2012. What does it mean? Why does it matter? Closed quiet records down the other night. Was funny looking at old correspondence and receipts and things. Again, just something I did that I don't anymore. I hate this feeling of 'getting my affairs together' though. Well, I partly hate it and partly like it. Posted by Ian : 7:24 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Monday, February 27, 2012. Put the last of my drums on to ebay tonight. End of an era. Not a lot to say about it. Posted by Ian : 8:55 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal. Koons really does think. Trout in the Milk. The Grammatical Era's End. The Devil Dances in an Empty Pocket.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Monday, November 14, 2011. I've been putting the finishing touches to my work for the Engine Room Cardew exhibition: I'm now mentioned in the programme: http:/ theengineroom2011.com/The Engine Room/Exhibiton.html. Posted by Ian : 7:27 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal. Koons really does think. Trout in the Milk. The Grammatical Era's End. The Devil Dances in an Empty Pocket.
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Dem Wahren, Schönen, Guten: December 2004
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Dem Wahren, Schönen, Guten. Friday, December 31, 2004. Posted by mh @ 1:50 pm. Thursday, December 30, 2004. The price of being an artist is to experience that which all non-artists call form, as content, as 'the real thing' ( die Sache selbst. Then however one belongs to an inverted world; because now the content, our own life included, becomes something merely formal.". Nietzsche (somewhere. Quoted in Marcuse. Posted by Lemuel @ 9:50 pm. The Responsibility of Form. Posted by Lemuel @ 9:35 pm. I noticed ...
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http://86400seconds.blogspot.com/2011/08/hungover-sunday-is-increasingly-rare.html
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Sunday, August 14, 2011. A hungover Sunday is an increasingly rare event for me (did I really used to feel like this every week? Posted by Ian : 5:44 pm. I know that Autumn feeling. I like it, being the slightly melancholy person I am. A bite in the air, blackberries, goldening leaves. Anyway, still really enjoy your blog - Jonathan. I was wallowing in it a bit! Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. Is it really nearly the end of July? There's a PhD in the offing, but I can't think of how to start a proposal that seems like it'll produce any valid research point. I don't think "I wanna do some more installations" will cut it. I can't find the right gear in my brain somehow. Posted by Ian : 7:45 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal. Trout in the Milk.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Tuesday, July 19, 2011. Posted by Ian : 9:26 pm. 30 is a great milestone. You will feel amazing once you have nimbly leapt over it. Dorothy Wordsworth also writes beautifully about the weather, in very simple prose. Her diaries are a v. recommended read for noticing the beautiful details of such things as, say, sweet peas or other pleasing flora. Blogs what I read. H D Thoreau's Journal. Koons really does think.
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Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Wednesday, October 26, 2011. Christ, how long is it since I've tapped some words into here? Slowly it's ebbing away. Blogging is so my last decade. Or something. Adjusting to a new life of rattling round the flat on my own. After a summer of cohabitation the other half has gone to Manchester (why does Manchester keep eating my girlfriends? Posted by Ian : 8:15 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read.
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http://86400seconds.blogspot.com/2012/01/mixed-success-with-ebay.html
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Wednesday, January 18, 2012. Mixed success with ebay. It appears that no one really wants old analog pedals to capture the sound of the 90s, either that or my sales patter needs some work. I don't get it 11 watchers, presumably selling their own and waiting to see how much it was going for. Still, I'm not going to have it much longer anyway. Posted by Ian : 9:00 pm. Comments: Post a Comment. Blogs what I read.
