heimat 3 journeys balthazara hunting eerie

after working @ hammersmith yesterday i popped over to nippy's to give her the minidisk of our gig on monday night, we listened to it, one duff note from me, a few other offkey moments from other members of the band and a nonetooperfect mix means that we won't be using it too much but it's instructive to listen to it...

she made me a bag of popcorn and i went over to the renoir to see parts 3 & 4 of heimat 3, the huge long german film i'm watching this may, i'm going tonight to see parts 5 & 6 & i can't wait, the first 2 parts i saw separately and i liked them both, but seeing 2 back to back, and then in effect 4 back to back after tonight is definately the way to go... the power of it in concentrated form...

so i woke up today, slowly, as ever on a thursday, read through the guardian weekly, pottered about for a good few hours... T told me that balthazara has been terrorising 2 baby birds, she'd found one in the house and one just outside, so she put them in a pot outside and locked the catflap, so balthazara can't get at them...

personally i don't see how they can be saved now those little fella's, they're not old enough to fly and i think they're too injured to survive without their mum... i've moved them to a spot where balthazara can't reach them (except that cats can always get to things you think they can't get too) but i reckon we'll just find them dead one morning not so far in the future, starved, or balthazara will get her way with them and we'll just see some half formed feathers...

i'm quite proud of balthazara's killer instinct... no contradiction for me there with my vegetarianism... which reminds me i must get out to the amazon and eat my fill..

one more thing though... tuesday,

the day after the gig and my older students were presenting the compositions they've been working on in the last few weeks, really nice, great songs...

it was the last time i'll see J @ work sadly, she's leaving us today (i haven't been there since tuesday), but i hope i'm going to hook up with her soon outside of work, she's really nice and just in the last few weeks we've chatted abit more... i see gallery visits ahead...

i also saw P @ work, left me a little melancholy and after work i drifted down by the river, the tide going out, some of the beach visible and walkable on... i bought a couple of books under waterloo bridge, a nice copy of justine by laurence durrell, and the ice is singing by jane rogers, which i started reading last night,

i crossed over the river on the south/west hungerford bridge and i toyed with the idea of going to the cinema, i almost went to see either jacket or mysterious skin but in the end saw neither and got on the tube to come home...

at one point i looked up from my book and there was a woman sat opposite me, she smiled that half smile that commuters sometimes give to one another, i smiled a big friendly smile to her and she gave me one back... nice...

and then shortly afterwards, just as our victoria line train was getting to finsbury park i saw M, friend of spanish M who lives here, this M also spanish, also from barcelona, lovely girl, nice to have chance meetings...

ok one more thing before the cafe, the end by nossack (can't remember all his names) - about the bombing of hamburg in 1943... i finished on my way to the renoir yesterday, lent to me by P who lives with the landlord, lovely book, haunting, sebald talks about it in a natural history of destruction... haunting, also pictures in it by someone who's name i forget, one of a stream of people walking through the ruined city, with facades and pillars standing on their own... eerie...

x