April 2011

So here we are in April. Let's see what Meg has planned for the month ahead...
 
 
THE sun and Jupiter pour so much energy into your success chart that you will now see yourself as the ambitious type.
You match the will to win with a calm, businesslike approach that gets people to back your plans.
All this will ask a lot of you but you have a great deal to give and can handle bosses and officials skilfully.
Venus hears you saying love words in more than one language and in a very famous, romantic location.
 
So, success, travel, and becoming bilingual. Although it's sod all use Venus hearing me in another language, what I need is a real person. April looks bleak then.
 
 
 
CAMBODIA
Unlike the last trip where I was retarded in my preparation I have already bought a piece of kit. It's a waterproof top. My bumblebee waterproofs experienced a major malfunction in the Himalaya and were so-ooo hot that it was raining inside too. Now I will be clement on the inside and out. Clement and fragrent.
 
Looks like we have lost some of Take This due to life and financial responsibilities, something that I do not have any knowledge of as I don't look at my bank account and Meg is routinely mistaken in the manner of romance. Here are the Cambodia Triplets, which is not a fair representation of the team, but those are mighty fine trousers, despite Mike complaining about the lacy nothingness of the fringe.
 
 
The other day I met someone whose surname is Towell and she said that her sister was nearly named Lacey. Perfect. Like Mr and Mrs Bacon and their daughter Megan.
 
 
Nearly done with the official tellings of leaving. Found out yesterday that someone is incapable of keeping a confidence. I imagine that the leakage is fairly routine, so remember to be careful who you trust with information, as information is power and power is, uhm, dangerous?
 
 
 
 
Approach. Avoid. Is that diagnostic? If it is then do I know someone who is borderline? Yes. Or no.
 
I've been watching The Twilight Saga. Bella comes from the same acting school as Gail Tilsley in the sense that they equate blinking with experience of high emotion. Maybe that's what Prof. Beattie would refer to as "a tell". Not very evolutionarily sound though, if you're scared of something and you start blinking a lot then it's probably a lot harder to see where you are going or what you are doing. But, if you're trying to deny its existence maybe blinking is being in that mid-way state of closing your eyes so it's not there, but having to have your eyes open because it really is there. And it is going to do untold nastiness to you.
 
Been given a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates today. However, as I managed 3Km in 21.35 this morning maybe that's a sign to lay off the booze, chocolates, fags, sex, drugs, rock 'n roll, or, is that so fast that I need to indulge more so that I don't race ahead of the pack during the 5K in May? Some days I get a little too frontal for my own good.
 
Sweet mother of god, get a puncture on a Roadster and it is over £100 to get a new tyre. That's like nearly 10 CDs of quality rock from Scandinavian bands. When you put it like that perhaps it's a bargain.
 
 
Can computers think? Can talks about computers thinking keep you awake? Not if they go on about logic and use examples about Socrates being a man. I didn't even really enjoy the beer. Today I asked someone about a tattoo on their arm, thinking it might be significant. Turns out that they just had their own name, inked in really big, on their arm. Is that in case they forget?
 
Electronic kisses do not cure the common cold. I have empirical evidence.
 
Decide to move on and suddenly the flood gates open. Not full of emotion, but work and weirdness. I have so much to do that I am not sure I could get it all done even if I didn't waste time. And then the weirdness...and kindness. The weirdness is funnier though. Apparently I shall be remembered for having a picture of a lady on a toilet in one of my lectures. The fact that it was dealing with an important issue of ethics and how our views impact on how we treat different populations and assumptions about them appears to have been sorely missed. Less pictures, more text from now on.
 
 
It might be wise to be a little wary of anythng that needs a glossary as it implies that he people communicating with you are using terms that they already think are not easily understood. So, the glossary is there to make things understandable. Sadly, as the world slips into corporatisation, where the style of speech is more important than the fact that it is, essentially, vacuous, glossaries become increasingly unhelpful. Here's a fine example of utter nonsense.
 
Business Process Improvement (BPI) Methodology that is being used to review cross-functional processes that are key to the delivery of the University’s strategic objectives. These Process Reviews are facilitated by the Process Improvement Team.
 
 
How can we use a term like 'cross-functional processes', which I am not sure holds any great meaning to me, in order to helpfully define Business process Improvement? What gurning moron with dribble-flecked chin came up with that?
 
 
The Roehampton Summer Ball is on the horizon and I have a dinner suit but no date. In the grand scheme of things I would rather have no suit.
 
 
 
It turns out that Michael Douglas' wife is bi-polar. Does that mean she magnetically shifts? No, it doesn't. But no one suspected a thing. Is it possible to become bi-polar in adulthood? Who knows.
 
Don't struggle with issues of trust. If you are absent then there's nothing you can be distrusted for. Probably makes everyone more comfortable.
 
4km in 27 minutes. I am a gazelle.
 
 
Lamb shank at Neighbourhood is very good. Nights out with friends are very good. Sleeping on a hardwood floor whilst said friends luxuriate in your bed is not so good. Poetry by Tony Nuttbag-Brown is terrible, despite what his drunk mates might tell you.
 
On writing something about ethical dilemmas one can discover that one was not so keenly aware of the range of dilemmas (or should that be dilemmae?) and possibly wasn't being quite as ethical as would be best. It's good to learn.
 
The week ahead is mostly about trying to get non-essentials into storage to start the process of getting out, moving on, cleaning the slate, shaking the dust off the boots, and moving on to the horizon. If you leave, do you leave your problems behind?
 
 
 
This would be me leaving my problems behind, along with some charred sweet corn. As it was, I ended up just driving into a whole load more. My mother always said that I was trouble and I believe that she was right. I think someone sang that once.
 
 
April is nearly over and I've hardly moved a thing. The hunt for Belle de la Ball continues, or doesn't. Why aren't women like buses? According to the people who make Wellman vitamins women are different from men, men have 'active lifestyles' and women have 'vitality'. I thought vitality meant being alive, so does that mean the Wellman people think that women are alive but not very active?
 
Bike is free from idiolunacy of landlord. It had to be wheeled across the hall after wrestling it through the back door, but only because said landlord's idea that it could go through his newbuild was thoroughly wrong. They are not made of rubber. His newbuild is not a double-garage but a house with a garage door bolted on at either end. If I could be bothered I would take a photograph.
 
Run in 2 days. Over £150 in sponsorship for the bees, which is epic and I love you all for your contributions. I would love you even more if you would work my blisters away, when I get them.
 
Some fantastic emails recently. I think someone thinks that I am getting fake 'goodbye' emails, which is a nice thought. To be admired enough that someone would fake it for me. Never happen.
 
Borderline has reached new heights of oddness so I have binned that number and can't act if tempted to text. No point in calling as I've never been called. If that's vitality I am glad I am destined to be active.
 
So, The Wedding is done. That's nice. Nicer still is that it's a long weekend. Lark Lane tonight, town tomorrow. Cocktail crusade with my best monkey.
 
 
 

 
 
You could be my valentine, be my shining star
I don't know where to find you 'cause I don't know who you are