MEMEHUNTER

The smell of inevitability.

Oh today I am hungover. I crave sleep and lasagne, and I just had some sleep.

I'm not sure I've ever craved lasagne before. It is a strange feeling, not entirely unpleasant.

Was asked to explain my research interests to a group of non-science people. Well, to accountants as it happens. The girl doing the asking kept apololgising for asking stupid questions. I was thinking, though, that although my work has immediate validity within my field and discipline, I suppose my training has no purpose unless I can clearly and succinctly explain what I'm doing to a lay audience. Then again, that takes time. Rather like teaching, I suppose. And she did ask a lot of... strange questions. It's hard when people just don't listen. Ah well. Then I threw beer over a girl I was sitting next to.

An evening of contrasts, you might say.

An evening of beer, in any case. Blech.

Cor, it's windy. The sunny extravaganza of the past two weeks gives way inexorably to autumn. The chestnut trees have started looking sincerely conker-like and everything. And soon I will be by the sea in a whole new city. Apparently, they're going to make me play 'getting to know the postgrads' and make me sit in a circle and talk about myself. Excellent, that's just my cup of tea.

posted by Memehunter @ 5:23 PM