Monday, July 13, 2009
A strange cocktail of emotions going on at the moment. Made it through the restructure at work with a job, but it's like having a whole new job - a whole process of making myself comfortable to go through. Relief, but no joy. Have embarked on romantic adventures that thrill and terrify me and leave me feeling oddly alone on a rainy Monday night having spent the weekend in breakneck fill the silence conversation mode...I can't put my mind to anything at the moment. I haven't been able to read a book for weeks (not strictly true, have been picking at non-fiction books)...the garden is going to ruin in the summer storms, birds are eating my broad beans before I can. Embarking on possible MA studies too...is that mad? Perhaps I need a second to take stock....
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
The Ashes. I can't bring myself to make any predictions. It's not the same without Hoggard.
Sheffield is a giant rain cloud. Got soaked.
A bloke walked into me today despite having about 10 feet of pavement to work with. Assume he was trying to fleece me for my wallet. Lucky me I walk with my hands in my pockets.
Writing my MA app. God I feel like a prat talking about myself.
Sheffield is a giant rain cloud. Got soaked.
A bloke walked into me today despite having about 10 feet of pavement to work with. Assume he was trying to fleece me for my wallet. Lucky me I walk with my hands in my pockets.
Writing my MA app. God I feel like a prat talking about myself.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Strange mixture of good and bad news this week. I ain't got a job so far in the restructure and I'm in the last chance saloon. Oh! The rejection. Can't help but be a bit gutted. On the other hand I had a really good meeting about the MA sonic arts and actually having failed to get a high falutin' new job think I'd be daft not to pursue it now. The online application form is one of the poorest designed websites I've every experienced. Makes the uni look like utter idiots. I'll go old skool and do it on paper I guess. No idea who to put as referee's though. Will they even remember me at my old department? Guess they just call up your record and say "yeah, his attendance was such and such %, he passed etc" -
Up to the allotment today, where the stresses and strains of interviews for nothing float away. Gorged myself on ripe raspberries, dug up spuds and picked broad beans and peas for tea. Harvested loads of onions and shallots. I love it when the hard work starts to pay off. Funny, harvesting things planted last October, that I'll be munching on into September.
In general I'm in serious scheduling fuck up at the moment...there doesn't seem to be enough time to do things that are important. And yet there doesn't seem to be a window to just take stock and plan. The end result will be unhapiness for sure.
Other pluses: been offered the opportunity to perhaps teach a 'simple electronics for musicians' type course, going over the circuits I've built. I did a field recording course around this time last year and don't see how my efforts could be any worse. I'd get everyone soldering properly for a kick off.
Up to the allotment today, where the stresses and strains of interviews for nothing float away. Gorged myself on ripe raspberries, dug up spuds and picked broad beans and peas for tea. Harvested loads of onions and shallots. I love it when the hard work starts to pay off. Funny, harvesting things planted last October, that I'll be munching on into September.
In general I'm in serious scheduling fuck up at the moment...there doesn't seem to be enough time to do things that are important. And yet there doesn't seem to be a window to just take stock and plan. The end result will be unhapiness for sure.
Other pluses: been offered the opportunity to perhaps teach a 'simple electronics for musicians' type course, going over the circuits I've built. I did a field recording course around this time last year and don't see how my efforts could be any worse. I'd get everyone soldering properly for a kick off.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
At first Raspberry from the plot last night. Strawberries for pudding too. Just had tea of new potatoes, mint sauce, bacon and cabbage. All home grown, apart from the bacon, of course. Livestock is beyond me for the time being.
A hot and muggy day, praying for the storm to break. Nice to have some time pottering round after a oh so depressing return to work....after what seems like months of waiting the executioners axe will finally fall in the next week. Everyone will at least know what's happening then.
A hot and muggy day, praying for the storm to break. Nice to have some time pottering round after a oh so depressing return to work....after what seems like months of waiting the executioners axe will finally fall in the next week. Everyone will at least know what's happening then.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sat last night watching the sea in the distance slowly fade into darkness...sipped a final beer and talked about where we would be in a year. Now nothing remains but the smell of factor fifteen on my clothes and sand in my pockets.
Till next year then, back to the old routine...
Till next year then, back to the old routine...
Monday, June 15, 2009
Pink Glove.
Best Pulp song ever.
I had a thought that they played it at Fuzz Club once. But I think I've just constructed that memory. Or dreamt it. Nice dream.
Best Pulp song ever.
I had a thought that they played it at Fuzz Club once. But I think I've just constructed that memory. Or dreamt it. Nice dream.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I had the nagging feeling that I've written this before, but I couldn't find it amongst the archives, in a notebook perhaps?
There was something about the weather yesterday, the feeling in the air of everything being warmed all day by the sun. As I strode out of the door the pavements and buildings threw out the heat out like so many storage heaters. A memory popped into my head of a similar warm evening, my dad leading me and my sister around the garden showing us all the flowers that could be eaten. I remember tasting marigolds and nasturtiums. What came over dad? Why did he suddenly decide to pass on this knowledge that night?
There was something about the weather yesterday, the feeling in the air of everything being warmed all day by the sun. As I strode out of the door the pavements and buildings threw out the heat out like so many storage heaters. A memory popped into my head of a similar warm evening, my dad leading me and my sister around the garden showing us all the flowers that could be eaten. I remember tasting marigolds and nasturtiums. What came over dad? Why did he suddenly decide to pass on this knowledge that night?
