Thursday, March 09, 2006

Warning to all motorists

News Flash>>>
Be extra vigilant on the roads this morning- Ibnat Battuta has been let loose with a hired vehicle. That's right our Bikey has got hold of 4 wheels and is driving a leetle craaazily.
Crazier than my mother's driving(if you know what THAT means then good- you're suitably petrified) but with the judgement and concentration of Cosmo.
She doesn't believe in stopping until someone has sucked in breath and screwed up their eyes ready for the smash, and prefers to turn at high speeds and fearsomely sharp angles.
It is the cavalier approach of a Nonesuch, yet she is in reality a quivering blancmange behind the wheel.
Anyone who is planning to travel to London this weekend our advice is TAKE THE TRAIN. Giving the poor girl a clear path to swerve through will be the safest form of damage control.
Hopefully Bikey will quickly be restored to her gentle cycling habitat in Cambridge.
Until then- anyone up for a road trip?

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Today

Time: 2.45 am

At 2am I couldn't sleep so I wrote a long (3 A4) letter to MD which I may or may not post. A sizable chunk* of it sounded just like a blogpost about my day so I thought cause I'm still not sleepy and have to be up at 4 anyhow and Slimey'll start on me soon lazy bloggers (even sham blogger's posted and he's, like, a sham blogger!) Speaking of Pink my class on 'Valley girl' speak ie Clueless style bimbo talk was a classic- learning the deeper meanings of "As-if" and "totally"
• "As - if!" (used to express scepticism demonstratively)
You expect me to wear that? As if!
• Emphasizers
"totally" ('very', but used anywhere, even
syntactically awkward positions even before verbs)
I totally paused!

Pink says it's all- the whole linguistics thing- faltu dossing but I have a feeling there must be a purpose to it all. That dude in my last class didn't shove a mirror and a camera AND a torch down his throat for no reason other than to produce obscene videos of the glottis. But I totally digress.

Letter excerpt:
... Anyway like I said I was pondering on folk and normally I would write a blogpost if I had a witching hour urge to write but the blogworld doesn't need to hear about the stars in our young Azmi galaxy. Though I'm already feeling the release of writing and am not sure I need bother you with pointless ruminations either [Oh my Bob I'm beginning to see why people think us lot write wierd]
-wrote a School Rep manifesto for Student Union Council. Feel like a fraud cause I know NO ONE in my class even, don't want to 'listen' or 'stand up' for rights and am only here as Slimey's personal puppet. [I also don't know why I feel honour bound to write this verbatim 'cept Slimey's name. I don't think I have too wide an audience anyway. Take with a pinch of salt. Ray don't tell them about Sid the Slug] But it's kind of a rite of passage and I might get to pretend to be Johnny Bravo which Rocks "No one as good AZMI" ("No one as PRETTY AZMI" :) ) [Mrs C, Bikey bringing a tear to the eye hey? Never thought I'd want to follow in your ginormous footsteps yet here I am. Mainly cause I had no time but I don't mind either.]

-Went to Princess Ali's house (halls) today, which is a haven for Surma junkies + me + Slimey emerged with gothified black eyes (Swiss Style) [Anjeza tells me the girl tries pushing the pretty black powdered stuff on everyone. All I know is that it is very addictive and hard to know when to stop]

-Meeting then for nominees, am the only one for my school, boring blah about 'are staples part of campaign costs?' and dumb stuff. Don't want to be there but Anjeza + others also running which is nice.

-Afterwards excellent coolness a la Anjeza's house. There's prayers, quran, talking, pizza, dried delicious fruits [from the delightful Columbians at Cranberry, Picaddilly train station- go there they let you sample all of their magical treats from an array of real turkish delight through to kinda strange fruit hybrids] baklava, oranges, and much much more food. Lasted from 6.30-11.30pm. [Her] halls were what uni life was made for- it would be nothing without them. Man this is such a blogpost! Blogging has destroyed the art of letter writing- I write as if to a mass audience, always the subtle barrier barring intimacy or engagement with the (object?) of my writing.

End of excerpt.

Vastly exciting was it not? The last sentence was sadly clumsy I know but you see what I mean. Blogging is becoming an insidious register- personal correspondance used to have a different tone as did private diary notes and the 370 chronicles was a different beast altogether. Not to mention newspaper article writing/ journalism whatever. It might not have encroached on the latter so much but a lot of it is beginning to sound the same. Maybe linguistics is making me hypersensitive.

Ok Slimes I know this post is too long. Sorry y'all.

Time 3.28am

*a fleeting worry that I was using the kind of stale phrasing, ie 'sizable chunk' Orwell so disapproved on but I won't bore you with that.

also if anyone want's to see my highly enjoyable and joke of a lecture these are the slides.. http://ling.man.ac.uk/Students/CourseUnits/LI1162/TheWest_Canada.pdf begins around page 4- man i love that class. I tell ya Americans can be a hoot.