The title of this blog comes from an “affectionate” nickname my dad gave me. If you watch The Simpsons, a reference would be the episode when Lisa plays Fur Elise music in her head to pretend that everything else isn’t happening. That’s me. My dad is also one of the few people left to still call me Isabelle. It has largely been “Izzi” since the age of nine, the spelling chosen by one of my friends because we had just had our young minds blown by the discovery of palindromes.
I wanted the excuse to write more having finished my degree a while ago, and to be able to post something and not sit anxiously for the next few weeks waiting to see what mark it would come back with. I am not sure what the main feature of this blog will be yet. It could transpire that there won’t be one. I initially set this page up over a year ago to write about music (I borrowed the URL from my GCSE graphics project, where I “created” my own music store (carrier bags and all)), but found myself stalling as I was torn between wanting to be Alexis Petridis from the Guardian – all credible and supremely knowledgeable about music – and yet unable to escape my undying love and need for cheesy pop. It created an immense internal friction that led to writer’s block, unable to acknowledge and properly reconcile both sides of myself on a small, barely visited web page. (*Cue violins*)
And so, here we are, giving it another go. I hope, if you are reading this, that you have found something else around here worth your time. Comments are appreciated, I like to chat, particularly in writing, as my brain sometimes takes a while to function in real time.