Monday 20th of August, 2007
No one recognises me.
7:00 - Get up, sitting, breakfast.
Haru is off this week.
I stretch, shave and shower.
I have a Cunning Plan: in order to get myself working more efficiently, I dress like a Normal Person (rather than just sloping in the general direction of the computer in my pyjamas). Today this involves a tie. And the shirt I'm wearing requires cufflinks, so I have to dig them out and get H to help me put them in.
10:00 - Begin work: Pop-up dinosaurs.
13:30 - Lunch.
Then back to work.
Later on in the afternoon I lie down for a bit, listening to a programme about gargoyles. I hear the first couple of minutes and the last thirty seconds, and for the rest of the time I'm asleep. I hope I dreamed about something interesting.
At 18:30 we set off for the Perserverence.
VAC reunion night: Everyone is there. I don't take my camera.
No one recognises me. I wave to people and they wave vaguely back. At the end of the evening (after I've actually been introduced), they all come up to me and apologise for not recognising me. This might be something to do with my chief feature, or possibly to do with the fact that I'm wearing contact lenses and a tie.
I do Iodine because it's the only one I can play reliably, and David likes it.
We leave (eventually - lots of goodbyes to do) at just after eleven and get home at 23:30. The erstwhile neighbours, who have been evicted from their flat, are definitely dossing in front of its (and our) door. Because we trip over them. The woman doesn't recognise me.
Bed very late, then.
Sunday 20th of August, 2006
Shoe-wise.
9:30 - Get up. Still feeling very tired. Sitting, breakfast.
After breakfast I go through the cupboard in the bedroom (it hasn't really been a wardrobe for a long time) and sort things out. A lot of clothes that I'd presumed beyond reclamation are not only saveable but approved of by Haruko, which surprises me. After this I clean and polish some equally retrievable shoes I find in there. To my surprise (and as someone who at one point only had one pair of shoes that made my feet hurt terribly) I appear to be turning into Imelda Marcos. Shoe-wise.
Left-over kedgeree for lunch.
Then I crash rather heavily for the afternoon.
Nothing at all constructive until Dinner, which is ramen by Haru. Hurrah!
After dinner I look at the issue of gallery menus again. I find that the best way to make it work uses Javascript in the oddest places.
23:37 - Posting this and soon to bed.
Friday 20th of August, 2004
not so much a situation as an ADAT
So up, sit and then breakfast. Then looking at the ADAT situation. Actually it's not so much a situation as an ADAT. Then the LCG rehearsal, with me sitting there as I would be if I were recording anything, which I'm not. Then House Work: I sweep the stairs and the hall and then clear weeds from between some of the flagstones outside. Then a bit of emailing and completing a job for jeays.com that I really should have done a year ago. While doing this (uploading mp3s for the Fame album) I listen to some of the tracks - the Mandolin Orchestra on Down at Harry's really works.
Then there's lunch.
In the afternoon I have to go back to the dentist for cleaning. Today I have no translator. It all goes swimmingly-ish, except I have to go back in a couple of weeks for a final check-up. I return to the House via the shops - I buy mouthwash, a small mirror and a cheap wristwatch with a stopwatch function.
At 18:15 there's a League rehearsal, which I would have recorded if I'd known how to switch the record on, but as I didn't I jsut sat there like a lump. Very much like a lump, actually.
Dinner is pizza, a al Bruno via Milano. Or so. Dessert is delayed until after the dress rehearsal. I record the dress rehearsal and take some pictures, although given the low light conditions and my unwillingness to shatter the vibe by moving around, they're quite grainy. Some of them buff up arty in Photoshop, though. To bed quite late for an early night...
Wednesday 20th of August, 2003
things of a healthful nature
I let myself lie in for a bit this morning - I get up, missing my usual tai chi (in the loosest sense) and sitting and also (because I've run out of muesli) breakfast. Despite this I don't get into Walker's until late. My copies of The Art of Craft, The Act of Music and the Aphorisms (as well as An Introduction to Guitar Craft in Spanish) arrive from Hernan.
Then Maisying until the evening.
I go to the gym, taking myself by surprise. I feel improved and almost virtuous, especially after I go to the supermarket and buy vegetables and things of a healthful nature.
I watch Koyannisqatsi, which has lost none of its power to startle, or at least to startle me. It doesn't seem dated in the least, but perhaps that's my mind trapped in the early 1980s. I originally intend to put it on as background for a few minutes, but find myself gripped throughout.
Beneath the surface of the everyday world lie riches indeed.
Tuesday 20th of August, 2002
especially, uh, "out there"
I think this Metafilter post is funny, for some reason. Perhaps I'm just impressed by the amount of work that has to go into a Maya Angelou parody, I don't know.
At Walker in the morning, where I receive a call asking if I can make a picture of a Rhino out of text. I suspect I can, and anyway have not conclusively demonstrated that I cannot. In the afternoon I go home to do the Text Rhino.
In the evening there's another sextet rehearsal at the Three
Stags. When I arrive at just after 7:30 the people from the singer-songwriter
night (I'd forgotten the singer-songwriter night!) are rehearsing. I won't be
able to use the PA, so return home to collect the big amp. This means a huge
improvement in tone, but it is a bit of a fag to drag around even on the trolley
and I'm a bit hot and tired. My playing isn't so hot (in fact the first few
solos are especially, uh, "out there"), but I'll work on it. There
is also a drummer (another John, the third in the group) which is an improvement.
Monday 20th of August, 2001
Not a sausage.
Up at 5:00am again to catch the 6:00 train. Ellie is still up, so I chat (mumble) to her until the cab arrives to get me to the station. I manage to get on the train by 5:45. I also manage to spend most of the journey asleep, which is good.
I get home at 11:00 and plug in the Powerbook to catch up on my email. Not a sausage.
So the rest of the day is spent trying to get the modems to work – at first I get nothing either on the ADSL or dialup, then the dialup works (so at least I can collect my email), but no ADSL. Chiz.
All in all I reinstall the OS (and upgrade to OS9.1), the modem software and various other bits and pieces, but with no joy.
I go to bed still without a working connection.
Sunday 20th of August, 2000
No dreams of any importance.
I spend almost all day sleeping. No dreams of any importance. No sign of the review yet. A day off.