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I had two 'firsts' of interest this weekend. I hadn't been to the Tate before (the very free, very nearby Tate.. shame on me, I know) and I hadn't seen or really heard of Richard Hamilton before either. I was graced with some epic visitors this weekend. Their only major desire for the weekend was to be assured we got to see Hamilton's exhibition in the Tate. I duly obliged.

For a newbie Hamilton's work was exciting, progressive and so very appealing. This dude embraced technology, picked apart politics and loved toasters. I've a fondness for Lichtenstein and I was disappointed that I hadn't gotten in on some Hamilton, the Dad of pop art before now.

I would suggest if you were swinging by London to drop in and see it but it ended yesterday, whoops.

Here are some of my favs.

cheers goog images.

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you've gotta feel it on your own

I can go through very dry spells when it comes to music. I get stuck in a rut and listen to the same album on repeat, not really listening to the music or hearing the words. Then I get annoyed that there's 'nothing good to listen to' and frantically seek out something or someone new to give me that soul soothing, full hearted  sensation that reminds me time and time again, that I was wrong.
There is so much to listen to. And then all is right with the world once more.

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My head told my heart...

When I find myself with some spare change at the bottom of my bag after bills/ rent/ food/ bus fare have been paid for I don't usually spend it on clothes or necessities I've been in need of for weeks, it's not a deep, meaningful, philosophical motivation but I tend to spend it on books.
When I visit a place I like to pick up a book, and by dating and noting it's point of purchase it becomes my souvenir of choice.


When I see a mountain of books in a second hand shop, I basically have to buy one or my mind won't let me sleep for a few days.

 So today when I passed by the red cross store after spending all morning in the bank I popped in and added to the growing pile of yet to be read books on my windowsill.

I've heard such mixed reviews of On The Road that I've never forked out full price for it, but for less than 2 pounds I was quite happy to pick it up. And then when I opened it to write my usual date etc I spotted this little charmer, and in French! I was only weak for it...

I love a good story. I wonder what the story behind this is? And why whoever owned it was okay with parting with it when it was given to them originally with love.. and whether they gave it away forgetting where they had gotten it! or if it was time to let this old love go..

I just really want to know. Like, really.

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