Said a few goodbyes today, it's never easy. I'm coming back at Christmas of course, when it will not be quite so hot and sticky, and there will not be quite so many England flags (we now have a line of St George's crosses across Norwich Walk, from the Smiths to the Daniels). It's a good job England won yesterday, though it was not convincing. There was less formation than a jellyfish in a crack-den, Sven. My artistically-minded nephew and I went down to Tate Modern today; did a few sketches, saw a few hitherto-unseen artists (such as Tacita Dean, Nathan Carter and Tamoko Takahashi). Found a sculpture by Jacob Epstein that looked incredibly like General Grievous (or a Battle Droid at the very least). I was impressed at how many people came to look over my shoulder while sketching; all of those incredibly famous and talented artists on display, and they want to see my lopsided scribbling. Modern art makes me want to rock out. And this heat is unbearable. Yes, yes, I'm coming from Davis California, but it's such a dry heat there (I nearly said 'back home' then; well, 'home' is where my wife is). Here it is ridiculously sticky, I had forgotten that I could sweat like this. I'm sure you don't want to hear about me sweating, but this humidity is awful. I am trying, after all, to log the differences between here and there, and this is one that I've noticed in a big way. Whatever happened to the London rain? I blame Sven.
Sweat and Sven's Ability
12.6.06 02:23
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