New Waver’s Weblog

We have a blackbird family living in our back garden. They were here last year as well, and I’ve dubbed them the Birdling family, because I have an as-yet-unexplained compulsion to anthropomorphize everything. This year’s nest location, in the sturdy branches of a large shrub, seems to be a much better choice than last year when they built their nest in the ivy on our garden wall.

The boyfriend decided to step away from his synths (yea, verily, we are a synth-lovin’ household) for a moment to play David Attenborough. This was the result!

I love the puzzled, quizzical look Mr. Birdling gives the camera: ‘Wait a minute. This wasn’t here this morning! Was it? Hmmm.’ Oh look, there I go anthropomorphizing again. Ah, nature.

On a slightly more new wave-related note, my thesis chapter on the performative nature of the self (and of new wave music’s critique of the same) is done. I’m sure my overall thesis word count is somewhere in the stratosphere now, but no matter. I’ll post an excerpt from it in the near future.