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Liz

Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing.

About Me

My name is Liz. If you want to know me, watch what I read.
'And if poetry doesn't matter, Andrew, why is it that there are people who find their only comfort on earth in reading it? Why is it that some poets are the only companions of lonely or unhappy people? What is it that they find in books which nothing else in the world can show or tell them? Do you know? And why is it, Andrew, that some people try all their lives to become writers or poets, even though they are too ashamed to show their work to anyone? Why do they keep on trying? Why do they write and write, putting their poems and stories away as soon as they're finished? Where does their dream come from? I'll tell you what it is. It is a dream of wholeness, and of beauty. All the yearning and all the unhappiness and all the sickness can be taken away by that vision. And the vision is real. I know. I've seen it.'
From 'Chatterton', by Peter Ackroyd.
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My Interests

Books:

I keep a journal of the books I read here: http://www.bookswellread.com/the_denton_affair/profile

My Blog

Gosh, I'm feeling festive

I just needed to take a short break from bumming my family/Sugababes/my gorgeous pile of books (delete as appropriate) to inform the world/you that on the front of one of these books is emblazoned 'Th...
Posted by Liz on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 08:35:00 PST

I can't wait ...

... 'til my boys come home.
Posted by Liz on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:32:00 PST

8 Simple Rules ... for coming onto me

1. You're not entitled to my body. It is not your object. 2. If I haven't given you any hint of permission to touch me, or kiss me, or otherwise fondle me, then don't fucking do it.3. If I haven't eve...
Posted by Liz on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 12:23:00 PST

Mundaaane

Last night I managed to singe my eyebrow AND eyelashes without noticing until the deed had long been done and I found several very white flakes of skin around that general area. I am, naturally, very ...
Posted by Liz on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 07:03:00 PST

Bowl of Cleavages

Despite the abominable folding, it is good to be in the New Vague. Despite the heat, it is good to be in the music department. Despite the wine, it is good to be asleep. That is all....
Posted by Liz on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 04:29:00 PST

My beloved polar bear

Sooo with any luck I never have to have anything to do with Nazis again. "w00t", as the kidz say. In other news, I updated my heroes list and feel quite happy with the human race in general as a resul...
Posted by Liz on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 09:31:00 PST

Mmm, police state

I'd like to go on record as saying that I think this 'find out who your MySpace fans are!' thing is deeply disturbing. Just think, guys, you can pretend you're in charge of some tiny scrap of police s...
Posted by Liz on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 08:38:00 PST

The Noch Less . . .?!

I have had the grooviest twenty four hours ever! Yesterday, Jess and Dani came over to revise Clitoral Shrinking/watch Desperate Housewives (although this nearly didn't happen because Jessie thre...
Posted by Liz on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 02:43:00 PST

I am so jealous of men

I know I spend a lot of time being envious of men's social status in general, but it's just been increased 3487235 times by the weather, and that ridiculous idea that a man is perfectly entitled to wa...
Posted by Liz on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 10:03:00 PST

Wonderboy

Ugh. So far today, I have discovered the existence of 'From London To Berlin' and its inherent awfulness made me want to gouge my eyes out. Then I discovered the existence of 'Snakes On A Plane' and i...
Posted by Liz on Sun, 28 May 2006 06:45:00 PST