schluss damit
Been back home for the past few days. Fun with funerals. Not one, but two. Deeply depressing events, but then what would one expect?
Ah well.
Had a little bonfire yesterday. Set fire to old journals mentioned earlier. So now they're gone. Was an impulse thing, felt very much like doing it there and then, so did it. A moment's pause and they'd still be here. Seemed somehow appropriate... dunno. Endings, new beginnings... something wanky like that.
The girls had painted their mum's coffin with loads of flowers. Something Van-Gogh-esque about it. Very impressive anyway.
Back up north Thursday.
facts
Things are slipping out of my control.
Gah.
Trying to replace something I have lost.
Foolish.
Occam's Razor
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Rhythm stick
Taking up kendo.
Which is completely hysterical. Had to got watch a training session last
night before the course proper begins next monday. After some fairly
intense warm-up, the students have to take turns pretending to hit
eachother on their (unprotected) heads. The hit-ee has to lock eye
contact with the hitter despite the fact that the hitter is screaming
"MEN" into their face. What fun.
If I see it through, which I sincerely hope I do as the course is
slightleee expensive what with having to buy swords and bamboo hitting
sticks and jedi robes and things, I am going to be Mr Fit McFit. Lots of
repetetive movements and one armed waving of shinai. Also, painful
looking squat-rise-strike-squat proceedure.
Anyway, it'll be grand.
What else?
Lots of reading. I know now a lot more than I used to about the human
Vomeronasal Organ (or lack thereof) than I used to.
This blog is getting really, really boring.
Jesus. I'm going to have to do some things worth reporting.
My supervisor has asked me if I want to go to Australia.
My job's great.
