Falling to sleep listening to Paolo Nutini’s album These Streets.
I like sitting in Nero with Daddy. I can identify some of the songs and during our desultory conversation I’ll say “That’s Train (or whoever)” and he’ll never have heard of them. Unless it’s Nina. He’s heard of Nina.
I would go so far as to describe myself as fairly mild-mannered. Nonetheless, I do enjoy the odd naughtiness – be that swearing in a movie or a rude joke told by a friend.
Being an eternal Norah Jones fan, I can think of no better way to celebrate St Valentine’s day than by sharing one of her better songs.
Enjoy and I hope that you are not left waiting, but – of course – I love you anyway.
I did have a song stuck in my head, something nice by Train or Coldplay or someone like that, but by the time I got around to looking it up it had been replaced by One Direction.
It begins “Every time…”, but that’s as far as I get.
Today was too. We hung all the curtains, in my parents’ bedroom and in the living room; the house looks really quite nice now. I’m impressed. I spent a long time ironing our fancy white tablecloth while listening to Ibrahim Ferrer – and framed and hung up a picture too.
We watched Captain America: The First Avenger. Our congratulatory treat to ourselves. Aren’t Hugo Weaving and Stanley Tucci great?
The year in review: Olympics, Diamond Jubilee, and one year closer to graduation. It’s really not been bad.
It’s funny (not ‘ha ha’ but ‘odd’) how ‘not bad’ is so much better than ‘not good’.
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They arrived and we drank coffee and my cake. This evening we even brought out the red wine.
I’ve retired early and shall try to get a good night’s sleep.
I’m so tired that I cannot even think in a straight line; I was going to write something coherent and insightful, but the thought that I’d had evades me.
The music is from my new CD.
I’m quite spotty.
Christmas is now over, the sales have begun and I’ve taken the bobble/Santa hat off my icon (sorry Americas - I use local time).
My present haul was good:
This song expresses my dream for next year, is from an excellent movie and I love it. It has the same feeling as Que Sera, Sera, which I also like.
I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do and don’t complain that it’s not the Bing Crosby or Michael Bublé version.
ALSO, I haven’t seen the Doctor Who Christmas Special yet (because my grandfather’s television aerial is broken and we did a jigsaw and played Labyrinth instead) so I shall be ignoring related posts on my dashboard until I have caught up for fear of spoilers, as River Song would say.
I have, as the rules require, been wearing my Christmas cracker crown all afternoon and evening. Have you?
I watched Rango today too. I loved the music, but not Los Lobos’ other music. I don’t have any mariachi music on my computer and want some. So my question to Tumblr (and my followers in particular) is…
What is your favourite (or a very good) mariachi band or album?
Clinical is over for another week. I feel like I have PAT slid sixteen tonnes (no x-rays though), and a further sixteen await me: I am in CT next week, so tune in for that - if I have the energy to write up about it. I’m so tired after this week. I have many e-mails in my inbox all requiring action or intervention of some sort and I’ve just been too tired to do anything.
I have a super long to-do list now and writing for my blog is on it. I’ve been struggling to find the energy (and the time) to stop and think and end up writing all my blog posts after bedtime rather than during the day (lunch and so-on) like I ought to. At the end of every week I have to write up what I’ve learned, how it will influence my practice and what further learning needs I have identified. If I stopped and did this properly a lot of the stuff I write here would, in fact, write itself. That’s not cheating.
Johnny Cash describes perfectly how I feel about clinical - and uni in general. Maybe I heard the song and thought “Yes! That’s how I feel”; maybe it’s because my dad quoted it many times throughout my childhood; maybe it’s Maybelline.
I searched for ages for a Chet Atkins studio version that I liked, but to no avail. The two recordings I do like are here and here. I didn’t post them because the applause and announcements bug me, but they are definitely worth a listen.
I like this cover by tubegucker1. The picture is mine; it was the best autumnal one I could take on my way home from town this afternoon. I felt that I ought to post one since I’ve had nothing but orange trees on my dashboard for a few days now.
The weather has been glorious today and I’ve been able to forget my cold even though I did get a bit light headed earlier in the afternoon.
I was torn between just uploading my photo, embedding a Chet video and just uploading the audio. This post is the outcome of my internal conflict.
(I prefer the full-size picture and only made the square one so that it would work as album art.)
Source: youtube.com
It’s raining again. When will it stop? Johnny Cash has the answer - what a legend.
I did go swimming. It was really strange. I struggled to hold my breath under water and kept coming up gasping. I tried a bit of front crawl (freestyle) but couldn’t co-ordinate - it must have been over seven years since I last swam front crawl. Breaststroke suited me and I managed about three quarters of an hour of lengths. I haven’t quite got my legs well timed with my arms yet, but I’ll get there.
It’s early morning and it’s raining. Try to keep up.
Full waterproofs again - I feel and look like a right Charlie, but at least I stay dry. I’m hoping to do some mobile chest x-rays today, but we’ll see what the rads decide.
I never realised, but I’ve downloaded it just in case they change their minds.
I spoke to a lady at church today (I’ll call her Betty) whose 3 month old niece (Judy) is in hospital dying of cancer.
Betty told me of how they had taken Judy to their GP, who misdiagnosed her symptoms as a chest infection. When the symptoms worsened they took Judy to hospital, where a cancer “the size of a dinner plate” was found in her abdomen. It had engulfed her liver, kidneys, stomach etc. and had just begun spreading into her lungs, causing her symptoms.
Betty was very angry, as well as being sad, and felt that the GP ought to be struck off. I said nothing. I’m not very good in these situations because I never know the right thing to say, so I just stayed with her while she wept and attacked her cigarette.
I bought this track after watching the video. I know that it went round last summer, but here it is again.
I like it. I’m not normally one to publicly like or endorse media of scantily clad women - or men - acting provocatively (hence no videos embedded here; but follow the URLs: they are brill), but because this is about saving lives I decided that I would.
As a student health professional I have to do CPR and basic life support training every year (and presumably once I’m working too). For those of you who have never had this training - as those of you who have will know - it is embarrassing and is made more humiliating by being done in a group with all ones friends who are just as afraid to make fools of themselves. Of course, the end result is that no-one does it properly and so we all feel ashamed of ourselves for not being able to throw ourselves in to it. Even when we do the compressions with full force (with hair flying everywhere) or count to 30 at 100bpm (I get lost around twenty-something and make it up), I’m yet to see someone shout “Hello! Are you OK?” loudly enough (while gently shaking the dummy) and “Help! Call an ambulance/the crash team/phone 2222” is also always mumbled. We just cannot bring ourselves to pretend it is a real emergency.
The lecturers sign the paperwork, so I am able to perform CPR and theoretically save a life, but I don’t feel it. It is expected that I will do what I am taught should the occasion need for it. I obviously hope that the occasion never arises and that my proficiency is never tested. At this point I should mention that I have neither performed or witnessed CPR for real nor have I ever seen anyone collapse. I’m not looking forward to it.
What I have taken away from this training session is that I am very unfit.
Source: supersexycpr.com
chickensandwich:
iron man 24: he is rusting
when I made a study timetable I forgot to account for studying being really really boring
tumblr has about 100 million blogs and it cost about 1000 million dollars so your blog is worth about $10 congratulations
pippa6100:
I can’t believe Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, bought tumblr