Un largo día en el ordenador

No me ha gustado hoy.

Tenía una entrega por esta noche, y cuando yo veía a mi trabajo esta mañana, me daba que mi colega no tenía el tiempo para acabar su parte de la lata. Grrrr. Y ella está en vacaciones ahora.

Por lo tanto, había más de lo que había pensado. Mucho más. Todo la día, me sentía estresado. Yo no creo que nunca terminaría. Tuve que hacer y editar y subir vídeos. Tuve que encontrar sustitutos para los videos que no tenía. Tuve que escribir nuevos paginas por le clase de línea.

Pero, muy despacio, todo empezaba adquirir forma. Y, ahora, lo había despachado. Se trata de unas horas poco tarde, pero al menos ya está. No está completo totalmente, pero está bueno por esta noche.

Va a ser más mañana, pero eso es nada nuevo.

Las entregas. Los oído oido. Pero yo supongo están una mal necesario.

Espero que mañana voy a disfrutar más.

the daily swim missed for 2 days

The weather stopped me yesterday and grumpiness stopped me today. Grumpiness edged with tiredness and the morning beginning with a dead rat at the end of the bed which didn't augur well for the rest of the day. Ah well, there's tomorrow.

Day 17 - Two for One

Looks like my computer is cooperating with me today.

First yesterday's, then today's.

Mitzi and the Dap Kings

Today I ran a sweaty 3.3k's down in the gym. I always start with the setting on a difficult "incline" (the ramp-thing is tilted at a hill angle); then as the jog gets more challenging I lower the level until I am running on a less gruelling angle.

Something keeping me going with the sweat-fest, other than being able to fit into my favourite local designer's clothes, is being able to report back. I freely admit that the ritual of exercise includes a little ... I wouldn't say bragging, but definitely validation. The need to clock on and off is a timeless human impulse.

Today I listened to Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, on a podcasted live concert from Newport Jazz (or Folk?) festival. The woman is a tiny dynamo, I saw her once here in Sydney. Her voice is rich in feeling and she clearly loves the chance to get an audience on their feet and grooving. Her song "100 Days, 100 Nights" is a total, hands down smash hit and the rest of her music is bloody great.

Late nite

At 12 my internet is unblocked and I can surf again. And it's not even always exclusively for porn.


Today, a new expository device: the embarrassingly talkative comedy character.

Act I

Scene 3

Lights up, Andrew's room. Andrew, Sarah, the Master. The Master is about 10 years older than Andrew. White hair. Distinguished. Softly commanding.

THE MASTER: So how are the young men?

SARAH: Fine, I think. Hard to tell with teenagers. Saul's growing up very nicely, I think…. Jacob's fifteen.

ANDREW: He's very into biology.

THE MASTER: We all were at that age!

ANDREW: He takes after his father.

Old friends, bad jokes.

MASTER: I recall. Of them both: You met on campus, didn't you?

ANDREW: We were friends.

MASTER: You and … er … Sean. My little eagles! Sarah is not a little eagle. And you've done well. How's the lab? Grant-getting hell? I'm out of that now. I just make occasional speeches. The higher up you get, the stupider they think you must be. I saw you got the European framework money. We tried for that, but.... We should have you here!

SARAH: It would be wonderful.

MASTER: And the – you do English. The English department is very strong.

SARAH: Well, that's why Saul applied. I think he's going to –

MASTER: And you can't beat the research atmosphere – Saul. Where is he?

ANDREW: I think he's changing.

MASTER: There's someone out there. Is that – oh no, he's having a cigarette.

Sarah rushes to the window. Not Andrew.

SARAH: It's Jacob.

ANDREW: Jacob? He rushes to the window.

SARAH: What, Saul does? Andrew shrugs. You have to tell me –

MASTER: Skulking in the bushes. Machiavellian intelligence. But he hasn't realised that smoke goes upward. Oh, he's been joined by someone. Does your boy have an older male friend?

All stare out of window. Should the window be facing the audience so they can face it as they look out? Seems weird though.

SARAH: That's Sean.

MASTER: You think? What a coincidence.

ANDREW: It can't be.

SARAH: It's him. They stop looking out of the window and look at each other.

MASTER oblivious: It can't be. He's in a monastery. They seem to have a lot to say to each other. Well, two biologists. You were all friends together, weren't you? Who knew each other first? Shall I call them up? No. They'd be embarrassed. Oh, they're coming up.

Different kinds of preparation.

Sean and Jacob enter.

Beat.

Who will introduce who?

JACOB: You must be the Master. I'm Jacob. This is Sean.

MASTER: I'm delighted to meet a fellow biologist. Call me John. Later when you're here you can call me the Master. If you get in. Sean. Handshake.

JACOB: Dad, Mum, I think you know Sean.

ANDREW: I can't believe it. They embrace. That really is a tonsure.

SEAN: It's growing out.

Sean and Sarah shake hands. Jacob watches.