I brought home a chair. It’s a lovely chair, one I’d been waiting for technically for the last month but metaphorically all my life. It’s the perfect embodiment of my taste in furniture, methinks. I’ve always wanted to be one of those people with distinctive taste, the kind of people that come to mind when you see furniture or art or clothes and think “oh, this is so (insert name here)”.
It took me a lot of trial and error to develop this, and when I did, it happened to be the complete opposite of what I imagined. I thought, judging by my ~material gurl~ reputation, that my taste would be modern, high-tech, maybe a little industrial. My actual preference is more mid-century modern/ post-colonial.
(Said chair also went so viral on Twitter by my standards that I had to make my account private 2-3 times to stop the flood of comments. I find that hilarious.)
I met up with friends again, this time to hit a book fair that apparently had over 1 million books. I’ll admit that we went there to sell some old ones—50 Shades of Grey, you will not be missed—but naturally we spent more than we earned. I did discover that there’s another book in the Hitchhiker’s Guide series, so I count that day a huge success.
Over the weekend, I binge-watched The Umbrella Academy Seasons 1 and 2. I find the show really intriguing but what I loved the most was the way music was paired with the scenes. It reminded me of an experiment my friend did for his psychology thesis back when we were in undergrad. He chose an eventful scene from a horror movie, then changed the official background track to music of different “moods”: ominous, energetic, inspiring, comedic, etc. IIRC, his finding was that his test subjects’ perception of the scene changed depending on the mood of the music. If it was comedic, the scene didn’t seem as scary. If it was ominous, then people felt uneasy, as if something was waiting for them. And so on.
The reason I’m talking about this is because The Umbrella Academy flipped the goddamn script on me. A scene where two assassins wearing creepy metal face masks set fire to a prosthetics lab was set to — get this — a funky house track, and a bangin’ one at that. Ironically, it doesn’t lighten the scene at all. It makes it delusional, almost macabre. Anyway, the OST album has been on loop ever since.
I recently put down a list of questions I wanted to organise my non-fiction reading and research around. I’m not working to write a paper around any of these, but it is nice to define what I’m looking for and why it interests me so.