I've just managed to put my neice to sleep. She was very tired and not too happy about Mummy and Daddy being out. I read to her, sang, played and let her mess around with my phone. Nine Inch Nail's 13 Ghosts II helped out as a soothing lullaby. I need a wider selection of music on my phone.
Aside from limping like Dr. House, I'm feeling pretty good now. My final time in today's race was 31 minutes and 30 seconds which I'm very pleased with.
The race was an interesting mix of locations. It started off with a run uphill to Breedon Church then downhill to the golf course and through Breedon before following the railway track for a mile. The race ended with another hill through the middle of a crop field before a gentle descent to the finish line.
The further away I get from the race the more I enjoyed it. I need to get much more training in before August and the half marathon, but for now I'm going to have a short rest.
I've just come back from the Breedon Race and have enough energy to blog but not quite enough to drag myself to the shower yet.
The race was incredibly painful. At the 3K-to-go marker I was despairing because I thought I'd gone further. But then I realised I'd not be feeling much better if it was 2K to go. And it's not like I could have stopped because I'd never have started again.
I should get the time later today (my sister was helping with the recording). No idea how fast I was but I don't think I embarassed myself. I coped with the hill better than I'd feared and managed not to grunt bad words as I climbed the last hill towards the finish. So, actually not that bad an afternoon. Despite the limping afterwards.
And, for the record, I was wearing shorts for the first time in, I think, 15 years.
I've had a quiet weekend in Coventry so I've been doing lots of reading and catching up on some movies:
- Fast Times at Ridgemont HIgh was an OK high school movie, but with an impressive cast – three actors later won Best Actor at the Oscars. Apparently David Lynch turned down the chance to direct, which would have been quite a movie.
- Saw 2 was disappointing. I enjoyed the first Saw film because it was creepy and well designed. This one was convoluted and annoying.
- The most enjoyable thing about The Incredible Hulk was not the CGI fights (which were kind of tedious) but the aerial shots of the Brazilian Favelas. The Brazilian sequences were far more interesting than watching more monsters trash US cities.
- The DVD of Glengarry Glen Ross came free with the Daily Mail. It was fun wondering what their readership made of it.
The most interesting film of the weekend was the Happening. I love M. Night Shyamalan's films, even though he's not made a great one since Unbreakable. This film was similar to Cloverfield, in that you had normal people trying to survive a disaster but in Cloverfield it was obvious what they needed to do to survive. In The Happening the deaths seemed random to the characters, meaning there was little dramatic tension.
But Shyamalan makes wonderful films, and this one had incredible scenes such as the isolated old woman and the suburban Philadepheans forced into the country to survive. The rest of the film was so-so (the ending being particularly poor) but it was incredibly well made. So, definitely the best value for money film of the weekend.
Thanks to an email from Disappointed Kid, I learned that Haruki Murakami's new book is called What I talk about when I talk about running (the title apparently a Raymond Carver reference). I have a strange relationship with Murakami, in that most of his books leave me cold, apart from South of the Border, West of the Sun, one of my favourite novels. At the same time, I find Murakami fascinating: how can you not love a writer who was "inexplicably inspired to write his first novel … while watching a baseball game"?
Apparently Murakami took up running in 1982 and now runs long
distance, aiming to complete a marathon each year. His new book
reflects on the links between running and his writing and comes out on August 7th (just before the half-marathon!). An extract of the new book was published in the Guardian:
"Most ordinary runners are motivated by an individual goal: namely, a time they want to beat. As long as he can beat that time, a runner will feel he's accomplished what he set out to do. The same can be said about my profession. In the novelist's profession, as far as I'm concerned, there's no such thing as winning or losing. Maybe numbers of copies sold, awards won and critics' praise serve as outward standards for accomplishment in literature, but none of them really matters. What's crucial is whether your writing attains the standards you've set for yourself. In this sense, writing novels and running full marathons are very much alike. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. I'm at an ordinary – or perhaps more like mediocre – level. But that's not the point. The point is whether or not I improved over yesterday."
Which leaves me waiting like ginquinn for the release date of the new Murakami book.
"Raymond Chandler once confessed that even if he didn't write anything, he made sure he sat down at his desk every single day and concentrated. I understand the purpose behind his doing this. This is the way Chandler gave himself the physical stamina a professional writer needs, quietly strengthening his willpower."
After last weekend's running around this weekend was more sedate. Friday night I had a quiet night watching Infernal Affairs and woke early on Saturday to visit Melbourne.
In the month since I last saw my niece she's changed a lot. She's happily tottering about now, and seeing her walk is one of the coolest things I've seen in weeks. There are also some amusing 'tricks' she's picked up. She's becoming just like she's a real person…
While in Melbourne I did some running. I'd hoped to improve on last week's 6.5 miles with a run along the old railway line. I took my sister's dog with me and she lagged behind from the second mile. When we passed the turning for home, intending to run another few miles, Stella sneaked back home. I turned round and found her safe with a few locals.
The running is going well. I hate the second mile of any run but, after that, I slip into a rhythm. In two weeks time is the Breedon Run. The race starts with a fearsome hill and I'm wondering how well I will cope with that.
One of my colleagues is a huge fan of South Korean movies and had recommended the director Kim Ki-duk. While babysitting I watched his movie 3 Iron. The film was a revelation. There are very few lines of dialogue but the film is gripping. It tells the story of a man who breaks into houses to stay the night but any synopsis I gave would do it little justice. The film is only 80 minutes and worth taking a chance on it. I can't wait to see it again.
The Potlatch blog discusses Waterstone's advertising books as 'Books you really should read':
"…the last thing Waterstones wants is for people to actually read the 'books you really should read', but to buy them, put them on a shelf, then feel ashamed for not reading them… Meanwhile, those who really do read such books are probably perfectly happy with a combination of second hand bookshops, friends' bookshelves, public libraries and Amazon, having no need for the moral lecture.
200,000 titles are released every year in the United Kingdom, with the number of books sold rising faster than the number of books read. The publishing industry would collapse if it depended on reading.
The photographs below are of tributes attached to memorial benches, in Hove and St. Annes.
I recently found myself thinking of Joan Vollmer and how, if I had the money, I'd love to commission a bench in Hove looking out at the channel, in memory of 'Bill and Joan'. I'd give them both long lives on the little memorial plaque, mentioning their happy marriage and long hours spent looking out to sea together.
It's not what happened, but it's a happier ending to the story.
This weekend has been a long one, mainly because it started on Thursday lunchtime. I headed straight from work to Brighton, met Sophy for dinner, then headed to The Enchantment Under the Sea dance. I had a great time, meeting up with lots of friends, some I’d not seen in months. The performances included singing from Raquel Merlot (with an accordian accompanied cover of I’m on Fire) and burlesque from Honey Moon and Baby Bones.
Kitty Peels did an act based on Back to The Future, for which I was the ‘man prop’. My job was to sit onstage and act bored as Kitty undressed. Since I was ignoring Kitty I didn’t see the act, but the audience seemed to like it. After the dance I returned to Hove, stopping off at the soon-to-be-sold market diner. Eating burgers at 3am with a friend in a Munroe-style dress seemed a fitting send-off to the place.
Next morning I was up early for my run, then spent the afternoon catching up with friends and doing a little shopping. I headed back to Coventry yesterday to meet Jo, who’d hitched up from Brighton. We went to her Aunt’s 50th birthday party, then made the long walk back to the city centre.
It’s been a good weekend. Not sure when I’ll next be in Brighton, but I hope it won’t be too long.