My goals for the week.

10 full-time jobs applied for.
10 temp jobs applied for.
3 times meditate.
Eat better. At least 4 out of 5 of my daily fruit and veg, every day.
2 new albums a day.
Finally watch the DVDs that LoveFilm sent and Rachel Getting Married.
Go to the doctors about my shoulder.
Buy some shirts.
Achieve supreme happiness.

Ok, I'll be back this time next week to see what I can tick off and set new goals for that set of 7 days.

18 Rocktober 2009

Gucci stole my day. Also had my head blown by Peter Brotzmann and Funkadelic but really I cannot say more than Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, It's Gucci!

#balloonboy day

Two words: Vegetarian burrito. Tastiest thing of the year.

One day my 'new thing' will be to start a meme but the game has been stepped up, don't wanna die :(

14 Rocktober 2009

So I went to the doctors. Cried in front of her, made a big old mess of myself. Told her the headlines and she gave me two weeks Sertraline and an appointment for when they run out. A anti-depressant trial run. Also came away with a new lotion for my awful skin which I'll try for the first time after I shower later. All part of the big self-improvement plan of one Samuel Richard Pooley.

Also tried out a new TV show called Being Erica that is spookily prescient about a crappy life. I think I may really enjoy it, given a couple of episodes. Updated the ILX TV Poll while we are on the subject, over 40 ballots down.

13 Rocktober 2009

I finally finished Nabokov's Lolita. It was incredibly dense and could only be read in short passages. That is not to say I disliked it, in fact, I found it breathtaking. So rare is such superb prose. If I was ever to write a sentence or a paragraph to match the wordplay of ol' Vladimir, I will die reasonably happy. All of this done in a different language to his native Russian. Really it just puts everyone ever in the history of the world to shame. God knows what I am going to listen to next.

Carried on with my funk and jazz escapades. Saxophone Colossus by Sonny Rollins, In a Silent Way by Miles Davis and Stretchin' Out In Bootsy's Rubber Band. I have little to add other than they may be three of the best things I have ever heard.

I'm apprehentious about going to the doctor tomorrow and admitting I have problems. Last time I went to ask, I didn't say that I needed therapy.

Find myself bored in the daytime no matter what I do, I really need a cheap hobbie like a dirty ignorant girl or knitting or something.

12 Rocktober 2009

So I am back on the funk train. Kerr has been recommending albums left, right and centre and you have to love the guy for it.

Was mistaken for thinking that Dr. John was some MOR 70s American rock shite and I am so glad I was wrong. In The Right Place was hairier than the dude himself and contains plenty of jams.

There is a reason that crazy Scot calls himself pfunkboy on ILX. Dude knows his stuff and is more than willing to share the love. So next up was Games, Dames and Guitar Thangs by Eddie Hazel. At first I was apprehensive. It may have a striking cut-and-paste cover and be made by a Parliament-Funkadelic guitarist but the AMG review mentions, eurgh, funk-metal guitar and he covers the proto-metal bullshit 'I Want You (She's So Heavy)', one of the Beatles more self-indulgent tracks and one I would be fine with never hearing again. In the end I came out pleasantly surprised but not blown away. The girl vocals were a nice touch and at times I did get lost in the groove but you can understand why they stayed separate from the real P-Funk jams.

Elsewhere I read Arsene Wenger: The Biography by Xavier Rivoire and learnt how to wire a fuse box with my father. The biography divulged some nice new details about his pre-Arsenal days but it didn't really add anything to what I knew already. The man is a God to me and like all the fundamentalists of real religions, I just wish to know more.

I am disappointed by what I didn't achieve today though. I still haven't applied for the jobs I found out on Saturday to apply for. Cover letters need to be written but for no good reason it is not happening. Also, a stunning looking woman came into Cancer Research today to buy an album I love, we even had time for me to make conversation while the card machine was taking its time and yet I have no idea what to say in such a situation. One for the future I guess, on a day Kerr stops giving me recommendations of albums on Spotify.

10 Rocktober 2009

An update from the past couple days.

Went to my sister's place to help decorate. Certainly a new experience but in the meanwhile my future brother-in-law may start providing me with green, something I have not been able to get on a regular basis for a long time. He also tried to teach me about American Football but it doesn't look like it is for me, there is not enough flair to admire, no acts of magnificence to fall in love with; maybe if I'd grown up with the game. Considering I likely to spend more time with them once the baby is born, I'm sure I will give it another go though.

Also Sian was supposedly going to talk to her friend at work about jop opportunities there, which could work out great. All I want to do is get my head down and work; I'm finally starting to stop giving a toss whenever I get rejected. Only one company needs to say yes and go from there. Have set myself a target of 20 jobs to apply for this week and to make sure they are all in my general field. Only I can make it happen -- even if Sian can get my name mentioned I still need to impress in an interview and do the job properly!

Implied the other sibling was a racist on facebook and he de-friended me. It may have been wrong to do so in a public forum but considering the things he 'joked' about in the past, it was bound to happen eventually. I feel I was right in the larger sense of the sparring but I do appreciate I need to become more specific with my words and to understanding what they mean and how they will effect the world and the people around me. Trying to get a job based on little experience, my intellect and wordplay will have to go through many baptisms of fire in the near future.

Haven't really listened to anything new other than some bad quality youtube clips of funk bands. Got distracted not far into Young Frankenstein to qualify it as an experience but I have YF and M.A.S.H on my desk, as well as Rachel Getting Married on my harddrive so I'm sure I can write about them soon enough. Halfway through Arsene Wenger: The Biography by Xavier Rivoire and nearly finished with Lolita.

Booked an appointment with the doctor on Wednesday to talk about muscle problems and possibly seeking therapy for the depression.