A post of two halves
Aug. 4th, 2007 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThursday was Summer Phantoms night, and it really worked. We had a hundred-plus people booked for the event, though only about eighty actually turned up; this is commonplace for free gigs (and very annoying, when space is limited; at previous gigs we've turned bookings away because all tickets were gone, and then had empty seats on the night, snarl...). However, it didn't matter on Thursday, except insofar as some people who had presumably wanted to be there missed a good gig. We foregathered at the Lit & Phil for a drink and a mingle, then processed (following Hazel, one of the library's staff, all dressed up in full black Victoriana like a Lady Without a Lamp) through a not-very-secret passage into the Miners' Institute next door: through their library and so down into the panelled and tiered lecture theatre, which has not only Atmosphere but also Acoustics. Sean, Gail-Nina and I all read new stories, and it was hugely fun.
Also, at the event I collected m'friend Ruth, whom I have known since she was a foetus. She is now twenty-three, and kind of awesome: passing through Newcastle on her way from Spain (where she has lived most of her life) to Germany (where she will be studying for her doctorate). If anyone wants a trilingual biologist in four years' time, speak now; she'll be in demand, I fancy.
Meantime, though, I have her for a couple of days; and yesterday she came over all strict & determined, to the point where I am now sitting in a room of two halves. If I twizzle my chair around and sit with my back to the desk, I find myself looking at a very sane, rational, ordered office, where everything is in boxes and on shelves; it's clean, it's neat, it's hoovered. There's a comfy chair with nothing on it, waiting for a person to go sit.
On the other hand, if I do that, if I go sit in that chair and look in this direction - well, we didn't get this far. One corner at a time, we thought. So in this half everything is still randomised chaos (and no, that's not a tautology: first I had the chaos, which I had generated myself, and then I introduced two cats to it).
The only trouble with this 'one corner at a time' policy is that she's moving on today, so how am I ever going to tackle my other corners? On my own, I'm defeated before I begin...
Also, at the event I collected m'friend Ruth, whom I have known since she was a foetus. She is now twenty-three, and kind of awesome: passing through Newcastle on her way from Spain (where she has lived most of her life) to Germany (where she will be studying for her doctorate). If anyone wants a trilingual biologist in four years' time, speak now; she'll be in demand, I fancy.
Meantime, though, I have her for a couple of days; and yesterday she came over all strict & determined, to the point where I am now sitting in a room of two halves. If I twizzle my chair around and sit with my back to the desk, I find myself looking at a very sane, rational, ordered office, where everything is in boxes and on shelves; it's clean, it's neat, it's hoovered. There's a comfy chair with nothing on it, waiting for a person to go sit.
On the other hand, if I do that, if I go sit in that chair and look in this direction - well, we didn't get this far. One corner at a time, we thought. So in this half everything is still randomised chaos (and no, that's not a tautology: first I had the chaos, which I had generated myself, and then I introduced two cats to it).
The only trouble with this 'one corner at a time' policy is that she's moving on today, so how am I ever going to tackle my other corners? On my own, I'm defeated before I begin...
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Date: 2007-08-04 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-04 04:32 pm (UTC)b) ten minutes a day, focusing on *one* *corner* so that you can see where you've been. When you do a light skim over the entire room, it doesn't look any different and you get dispirited and give up. Yes, I do speak from experience.
Speaking of which, I need to Do Something about my computer desk today. I did tidy it last week, which means that I can now see where I need to clean it, as in vacuum cleaner and soapy wet cloth. It's squalid...
Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 04:33 pm (UTC)I want one now.
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 05:27 pm (UTC)On second thoughts, don't answer that...
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 05:31 pm (UTC)Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 05:49 pm (UTC)Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 06:35 pm (UTC)It makes a statement.
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 11:33 pm (UTC)Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 11:43 pm (UTC)[nomnomnom]
Oh, sorry, I got cat spit in your hair.
=^.^=
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 11:50 pm (UTC)In this case there's a definite hint that humans are generally naked under their clothes, without actually resorting to technical nudity.
http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c331/esmeraldus/Photomanipulations/tux_5d_PGcrop.jpg
PS
Date: 2007-08-04 05:56 pm (UTC)Now what do you want her for...?
Re: Please never feed me lines like that unless you are prepared for comments like:
Date: 2007-08-04 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-04 08:44 pm (UTC)