Street art in Shoreditch is as strange as ever (click to enlarge):
Heron Island, Great Barrier Reef, Australia
Monday, 24 March 2014
We danced in honey and sea salt sprinkled laxative
Posted by Autolycus at 10:16 1 comment:
Labels: arts/media, london
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Just as well I was feeling like a lie-down
But I did get to see some of my arteries on an ultrasound monitor (the excitement soon wears off after that first "Well I never" moment). And then there was over an hour of enforced relaxation, holding my breath when told to, inside an MRI machine. Since one's enclosed in a plastic-lined pod (rather as one imagines some airlines might dream of using, to squeeze more passengers in), there's nothing to look at and nothing to listen to, Except, that is, for the ongoing cacophony of beeping, whirring, chugging, humming and blaring, interspersed with A Voice instructing "Breath in - breath out - stop" from time to time. The electric trains of my childhood tended to make similar noises, though not in surround-sound, and often providing similar opportunities for mind-wandering as they stopped for no apparent reason in the middle of nowhere.
Well, that's another of life's less risky adventures de-mystified. They'll want to do it again in a few months' time. Better take care of my heart in the meantime, I suppose.
Posted by Autolycus at 08:47 No comments:
Labels: daily life
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