Awesome ASL signed single ladies with coreo! Signed songs are fifteen kinds of fuckawesome and inspiring - I wanna get enough vocab to integrate signing into fusion work

And here's the ever-awesome Lee giving it the BSL version .

In yet another 'Weasel has had her head under a pillow for years' moment, I have only just this weekend found out about 50 foot wave. They're a power trio Kristin Hersh set up in the mid 90s to do heavier things than her accoustic solo material and I absolutely love them - they're a blissed up punky noise with a postgrunge kinda feel that's just delish.

Kristin put all their work to date up for free download here, I found out about them from Helen at Bird of Paradox here (She has the best tunes) and according to Wikipedia here they have a new EP coming this year.

This is the first video I've seen from the last but one Namoli Brennet album. She's getting kind of an alt-countyr feeling mixed in with the Americana folk these days and that rather tickles me. Being a fan of an artist for awhile and getting to hear them develop is the best thing.

I'm not expecting to have the time or energy for much internetness before next Wednesday but until then, there are always fraggles .

Doodle passed this one to me a couple of days ago with the words 'Mr and Mrs Reznor' at which point I just had to listen. I'm rather pleased with what I found, vocally they remind me of Chiasm with a classic doomy little piano piece running underneath and I'm curious to hear what else they do.

We have family visiting currently, so we're all pretty much incommunicado for the next couple of weeks. If you need to grab me and have my phone number or my facebook name, give me a poke.

A few things have crossed my email/google reader this week that I've not got the energy to post about properly, so I'm dropping you a link in hope that they might interest.

First up is J.K. Rowling writing The Single Mother's Manifesto for times online, a defense of the welfare state from someone who has been both a recipient and a major contributor to its coffers that I found more than a little refreshing.

Next is Holly at Pervocracy talking about how Consent is Sexy. Mildly NSFW for those who need to pay attention to that.

Last of all, have some delightful spoof Tory electon propaganda courtesy of INeverVotedToryBefore at wordpress and MyDavidCameron.com where you can get the photoshop templates to fuck around with them yourself.

(p.s. I have now become one of those adults who should know better, as I am playing enthusiastically with my pokeymans (soulSilver). Anyone interested in some wifi giggles, drop me your trainer code or whathaveyou, or just gush at me about your pokeymans .

I think I must have gotten old; I'm not keeping track of bands obsessively the way I used to anymore. I discovered this morning that I'd missed two Namoli Brennet albums without even trying and that Shikhee is nearly done with a fourth Android Lust album - I'm twitchy and excited as all get out about this and can't wait for the results. To tide me over I've sniffed out some of the Sisters back catalogue and am now shaking my arse to the finest 'not-goth ... honest' that money can buy.

On that subject, any of you who dance should go take note of Lektrik's post at Electric Love Affair about traditional dance to filthy industrial and glitch; shaking your arse in trad style to dirty glitchy industrial filth is an unmitigated pleasure that everyone should share.

In other news, my consultant and I may finally have discovered a combination of drugs that is semi-useful; I don't want to get too hopeful too soon but they appear to be working. Superstitious actions of your choice designed to influence fate (natural or supernatural) to encourage this to keep being the case would be very welcome. This whole thing has been a bit of a mess and involved far more arguing with what should be otherwise sensible people than I'd hoped so having it come to some kind of conclusion (preferably involving amgic words like 'remission' and 'quiet period' would be bloody delightful.

Finally, It has recently been brought to my attention that UK pharmacists are, like their US counterparts, able to refuse to dispense any drug that they feel goes against their religious convictions. Being firmly in favour of an entirely secular state, firmly pro-choice and firmly pro rationality I'm not especially chuffed about this. I can also see this potentially having a negative impact on Aids patients, Trans people and anyone suffering from any condition percieved as being a result of behaviour any religious group may percieve as immoral.. You can read more about it in the Guardian here, and by Laura and Helen from the F Word here and here, covering feminist perspectives on this one.

I have had the most amazing blur of a weekend. I made a dash down to Oxford on Friday afternoon and pounced on Raindog, which promptly lead to an impromptu jam (which was much more friendly once someone gave me a bass. I love you, little guitars, but you just aint as familliar anymore) then a trip out to a nice little Lebanese place to watch Caitlyn dance.

I'd seen her dance before at a little indian place down near london, but this was so much more fun and had swords - swords are always, always a plus. This also lead to meeting a slew of fun people who we later decamped to Coco with for drinks and long rambly conversations ('my best car crash' was an amusing highlight). I ended up talking shop with someone new and I'm hoping we run into each other again because 'twas a lot of fun.

Morning was all about duck egg pancakes and a private dance class (which was fucking fascinating as it was more egyptian/turkish and a little fusion and the vocabulary, the shape of things is different - totally totally doing it again next time I'm down there) with Caitlin which was absolutely gorgeous. We then all promptly fucked off out into a field to play with fire (poi, fans and fakir wands - some pictures probably to follow) before yomping into town to meet Gail for lunch.

We ended up in a little Cantonese place (very yum, despite some worry about nuts at one point) before splitting up so Gail and I could wobble back to hers. There we had all kinds of fun, failed hardcore at risotto (we will have to win another time) and discovered why all the Rum was gone. I was also introduced to Heavy Rain where I learned to press X for Jamie and discovered that this game is a very big reason to own a PS3 - just wow.

Am back home now, after lunch in a lovely little pub hidden away on the other side of a maze of locks and weirs. We were all keeling over and dying a bit by that point so things got a little subdued, but the food was good, and it was a p. decent end to a good weekend. Raindog and I headed back to london and she vanished off to see Himself while I started the long ramble home.

I am now feeding myself the pills I forgot to bring with me (Idiot) and plotting having a shower later - I like to smell nice for hospital appointments, it's just one of those things. I'm actually hella nervous about this one but hopefully it'll go well and we can make some progress with things .. wish me luck.