full moon healing

full moon tonight - looked impressive as i drove to tescos to get a set of muffins and mini bottle of red wine.
Didn't see it as i sat in my garden with said tesco merchandise and focused on healing those close to me.
still - little tired - didn't go into work today due to my lungs being sponsored by expectant.com: "for all your phlegmy chest needs..."
[cough cough]
anyhow, I'm now back inside, £35 down as my cat decided to get bitten on its lower back by another cat and required an antibiotic shot, laden with books c/o freecycle more props for cthulhu] and a floor covered in apers that i promised I'd tidy this evening.
Not yet it seems
STILL lacking a focus - wanting to learn more patience yet getting impatient doing so - ha, yes i see the irony, and learning BSL as well so keeping acive [ keeping depression away] but ultimately, like a lot of people on this spinning orb of ours, wondering what's it all for.
ideas on a postcard to...

sleep well reader...sleep well

Dr Mark Steel - RIP

 

Mark Steel died on Monday.

Who? Get comfy - this'll take a while. A few years ago I went out with a really nice guy. One of his best mates was a bloke called Mark Steel, a Senior Lecturer in Economics at Bristol Uni and he would host us staying the night when we all would go out on the lash. He had a balcony that looked over Bristol and was a great place to watch fireworks.  His health was not good in the recent months and he had deteriorated a lot. He died on Monday just gone. That's his death. His life...

His mother, from what I gather, is quite a puritan. So much so that the almighty porn stash that a single guy generally accumulates in his lifetime was discovered by her at one point and made for one of those 'anecdotal tales' down the pub. Don't ask about the welcome mat. And other such sordid and witty tales down the pub he had plenty of. He was always surrounded in stories of ventures and actions recently done, yet kept very much to himself most of the time. He was a great friend at the time of myself going out with Stephen [afore mentioned boyfriend] and offered his place, his company and his wisdom freely. He didn't have much in worldly possessions and was very happy with some audio tapes and a television for company a lot of the time.

We would go for a drink or thirty and enjoy REAL ALE in a REAL ALE pub, where people are rated by size of beard and belly, not IQ and car.

I've heard that his death, in some manners, will be a good thing, releasing him from pain. I hope this to be the case, as the world is  slightly less wittier place without such a man and, in my limited view, a poor trade off but fully understandable one. 

The Weatherspoons in Bristol will never be the same...

RIP Dr Mark Steel, Sept 8th 2008

YouTube - Flight of the Conchords Ep2 Inner City Pressure

this sums up how i feel at the moment - that and the wabbit bweasts....

went out with a gd friend from uni - still want to be her boyfriend but will wait.wait.wait...

Shift Happens

It sure does.

Ala Moore talks about the world turning to steam. 2012. This comments about the info increase and exponential growth.

I work in an academic institution. A school. In fighting. No discussions. People riling up about little stuff, big stuff - no communication. I want to just do my job an carry on working - but no, I feel obliged to involve myself somehow...

sigh

Are you well in your space of the world reader? I hope so, I hope so... watch this. Enjoy.

YouTube - Flight Of The Conchords - Bowie Song

so yeah - these people are really funny. look at the rest of their stuff too - good range - enjoy - thanks to the man in manchester for this gem of humour - lightened mood big styley

night bus - the sequel

dont. just dont. fall asleep on a night bus.
You wake up in Erith.
Even though you were heading to Lewisham.

long story short - went out last night - got drunk to meet new people and try and let hair down. well, flirted with a few people but that was it. got let down last minute by a friend who forgot that places in loondon store luggage for you if you buy a locker space.
sigh. Getting sunday lunch[possibly] out of it though.

walked. lots
Drank. a medium amount.
Slept until 1am as got in at 6...

Dirty stopout that I am - now looking around my house, still solo as housemate away - what to do... make a to do list. mmm - fun tasks for the next 48 hours...
hope you're well

The Path...

My friend James is about to go around Europe. Looking for himself and to make more definite his thoughts for his life. This sounds familiar. Do we all walk a certain path at certain times in our life? I've just come back from going around the British shores, visiting Lake District, Lampeter, North Devon and Frome before I came back to London.

I saw both parents, some good friends and was still - briefly. I saw the power of focusing your attention to one thing and having good teaching -  a 14 year old playing violin while another played a piano - both at concert level. One of them, my brother, the other his friend.

I saw a man reunited with his friend and talk as if the years of not seeing each other were moments not two score sans one. My father.

I saw a woman contemplate her familial role, examine her childhood and her relationship with those around herself. My mother.

I stood in a sacred circle talking with a man who also knows Nietsche's abyss, more than I. We talked about the universe, the roles our parents have in our lives and the sum of genetics. We laughed. We became quiet with internal revelations that the other mentioned about his life which echoed within our own.

I researched my family tree, made some lucky discoveries, contemplated the meaning, again, of the seven stars above my head - an image told to me twice now.

I drove in the mornings, daytimes, evenings and night. I scared myself with the ease of tiredness creeping up on a driver and how an accident could occur if the car is not given the respect it deserves.

I dined with family, with friends, and valued more than ever the time taken to eat food - shared with people you care about.

I examined someone's heart, how they felt for me, how they wanted more than I could give them and how I was not, am not, can not be what they need right now.

I observed memories walking down streets of towns passed and past. I remembered Heraclitus and saw that I'd outgrown certain rivers, places, and selfishly, some people too.

I returned home - to London. Where my things are. The detritus that makes up who I am in a physical manner. I slept. Still sleepy.

I tutored students whose parents respect me for doing what almost seems natural now - encouraging people to learn in the manner they find best.

I'm now, slowly, preparing to do this en masse for groups of students with a subject that is not my speciality. Thank goodness for certain websites. I hope you are well, dear reader. Enjoy the next few months before the Saturn wheel has turned fully. I feel that the next two months are gong to be very telling...

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