weeknotes 22
I realised I've skipped weeknotes 18 - what a mess. Do I go back and re-number?
I'm looking forward to
It's Twin Peaks day on the 24th of February - I've been re-watching it so we'll watch a couple more episodes with some cherry pie. (I think I mentioned this last week but I've been very excited about getting back into ⛰️⛰️)
My friend's fancy gym allows plus ones in for free the last day of the month, so might get a free sauna on Friday.
Films 🍿🎥✮⋆˙
This week I watched News From Home (1976), Blue Velvet (1986), Tampopo (1985) and The Monkey (2025).
I can't explain how much I like Tampopo - it's so weird and wonderful, absolutely everything I like about the movies. The start is just perfect:
I've been feeling 🫀🩹🥀❤️🩹
I've been trying to consistently meditate, so I've created a meditation log page.
I deleted instragram, tumblr and all games off my phone. I don't know how long this will last but my sleep has been better.
In spite of this, I've been feeling really bad about political stuff (today particularly).
Things I've done ✎ᝰ.📓🗒 ˎˊ˗
Climbing on Thursday - finally back to rope climbing and so also also catching up with my rope climbing friends. I was rubbish and got tired very quickly, but I had fun.
Two pilates classes, one involving the jump board which is wild.
I've been playing Omori finally (after backing the kickstarter way back when) (I feel like a combination of playing this and watching Blue Velvet has given me bad dreams).
On this blog I've been trying to publish some old drafts - being less worried about how I write and phrase things (but if these are for public consumption, shouldn't I be worried? oh well!)
I've been reading 🍵📖
I've been reading Indelicacy by Amina Cain. I picked this up on a whim from a charity shop, and almost re-donated it because I thought I'd never get around to it - I'm glad I didn't. It's a short book with very short chapters, making it ideal to read when you're got a free couple of minutes. It's about a woman finding her way to being a writer - in a period setting, but we're so inside the protagonist's head we don't get more than a vague sense of time or place. We meet her as a cleaner in the museum where she writes about the paintings, and the way writing and the process of it is described in this book is very alluring
I thought and wrote and by evening I had only managed a single good paragraph. Another person would have written five pages. But I liked that paragraph and that gave me hope. And maybe more important, I began to feel that I could see my writing - not the words or the paintings - somehow in between. That I had made a new thing.
Links
I enjoyed this substack post about bouldering at the crag with a beautiful lino print.
Photos
See you next week ~ 👋