Things I love, or midnight at Casa Kayt.
So, perhaps unsurprisingly, it isn’t an easy thing to write a blog each day when you have work, and friends birthdays and French food to distract you. French onion soup and blogging don’t mix, its true. But I shall persevere, though today’s blog will be short and sweet. A quick list of the things I love, in no particular order.
-Riding my bicycle down empty, lamplit streets at night.
-Waking up and realising there is still a whole joyous hour of weird dreaming before my alarm goes off.
-Terrible reality T.V.
-Having the exact change for something. If you are behind me in line, be warned. I will make you wait an extra minute just so I can dig around in my wallet to brandish with relish that 97 NT I knew I had.
-2am conversations.
-Puns. The cheesier, the better.
-Sibilants. Somehow so superbly satisfying.
-Shopping alone. And finding exactly what I want.
-Pad Thai on a Sunday afternoon in Donghai, with bleary eyes and hungover body.
-Sad movies. Ones that punch you in the gut, drag you through the wringer and don’t give you a happy ending.
-Doing the Listener crossword with my mother.
-Speaking German whilst tipsy.
-Books and their smell. I think there should be a perfume called Bibli Eu Tech.
-Ira Glass.
-Certain sounds. Like heeled shoes on a hardwood floor, or a leather jacket crinkling.
-Landing in a new place. (And just being able to dismount planes in general).
-Falling asleep to my mother playing piano.
-David Bowie’s obscene crotch in The Labyrinth.
-D90 shenanigans.
-Anything from before I was born. Retrophile to say the least.
-Karangahape Road.
-Life, mostly.
