bikebrain

Still feeling the effects of the flu. Physical effort such as walking anywhere causes great fatigue….this is boring. Not sure whether I mentioned the bike breaking down on the way to work a couple of weeks ago. It turned out to be a duff spark plug (I think) but it has set off my desire for a newer bike.

This causes all sorts of not very useful scripts to start running in my small fevered brain.

Bikes cost money…..the large amounts should not be spent on me.

The bike I have is fine really….except it is now 24 years old and the brakes have squealed like Mothers for a year now.

A newer bike will cost more in insurance and I will have to pay for it to be serviced rather than me piss about with it.

I am torn between newer cheaper bikes such as Suzuki Bandits older quality bikes Any BMW.

I will have to convince someone to buy my shabby matt black Beemer.

I have nearly got to the being all pale and lying on the settee stage.

illlllllllll

The shopping trip to asda was a wholly depressing one.

No soya milk, and muzac and just a awaste of precious time. Grabbed a few things and hope that we haven’t lost our Christmas Tesco slot.(We haven’t).

Overall feeling of tiredness…..merry hill then on the Thursday I felt very crap. Went to work but came home again and straight to bed. High temp and bad chest.

Flu. Jo came down with it the next day…birthday.
We went and got a thai takeaway with Jo shivering and me coughing.
It was very tasty.
On the Saturday I walked J to college and fetched him again. Felt dreadful but decided I was getting better. Temperature came back in the afternoon and here I am expecting to go to work tomorrow (Thursday!!!) The worst ill I have had in a long time.

asda

Asda opened and it looks like we are walking for our shopping now. The Tesco deliveries were very useful but it feels a bit more human to go gathering (if not exactly hunting) and decide what to eat each day.

Went on a rebound therapy course so hopefully I can get the trampoline out at work now.

Planning the Birthday meal….Thai and in future a visit to Cafe Soya.

sacrifice

Watched Tarkovsky’s Sacrifice again. The hysteria of the wife I find a bit jarring but the pace and the ideas are still stunning.

Moloch last week…..I liked it, didn’t know what was going to happen.

I don’t usually write about work…..I need to plan future changes, not because of a rut but changes in demographics and funding.
We await the opening of Asda. Being asked/told not to take photos inside the Cornbow meant that walking home and taking more photos was a seditious act and that the secret Police would follow us home.
The hovering misery of my Mom being at home stumping up and down the stairs on her plastered foot.

Jo and I will move to a smaller house with easy access when T+J have gone to college.

surgery

This week has been long. Fighting off germs that have finally left me without a voice and a day at home.

My Mom has had THE operation on her ankle.
She has survived thus far. Now the problems with the inaccessiblity of the house will begin. Too many stairs and a stubborn, stupid refusal to do something to change the environment to suit her needs rather than worry bout how things “look”.
The fascination and obsession with appearances amused me earlier in my life ….now I see it as a moronic enemy.

My Father’s theories on jobs show a lot……the family meme….I must make a book of them……”Don’t bother taking pride in what you do……just do it to earn some money”

Guy Maddin…My Winnipeg….I enjoyed the film but actually enjoyed seeing his interview more.
“Following his own obsessions”.
This was definitely frowned on in my “house”…..NEVER explicitly, in fact not many things were explicit. Which is why they are viruses still lingering in my system.

Halesowen college open day was a surprise success…..BTEC plus Maths and English GCSE’s seem possible from very helpful staff.

thermostatical intrigues

The immersion heater control finally packed up. Jo brought a new one and we bravely fitted the new one. Then after a week of different settings, a fairy tale trip to find a new thermostat and finally to friday morning when we had a tank of hot water again. Woo Hoo!

More journeys through my anxieties and self image.

Wondrous lighter that has coloured flame and an LED upgrade for my torch. The £2 led torch helped so much in the sorting of the immersion and the building of the PCs.

Hair growing again…..trying to re do my final essay.

month speed run

Here goes in no particular order.
Two more computers in the house….made on the living room table by our collective efforts.
Nearly got a new bike…..decided to wait a bit as I want a Yamaha FJ1200 to go touring on. The beamer will do for the next few winters.
Final essay failed which really pissed me off. I have to resubmit it by January. Yeurgh.
Parents last week which was like talking to morons.
Still to fly my kite…95p from a charity shop. It said on the box it was a pocket kite…no way …..it is massive with two handles and no struts.
The financial world has gone into meltdown…meanwhile we are buying more and more from Able and Cole.

Mountains of rice

We all went to see “Of all the people in all the world”. An art installation showing numbers of people in piles of rice where 1 grain=1 person. It was an interesting way of seeing numbers that are usually farirly meaningless when written down. Now when I think of the number of people in America compared to the number of people in India I can see in my mind how much bigger the mountain was. It was depressing too….such as the number of people in Botswana compares to the number of people in Botswana who have HIV….looked like about 85% to me.

Need to make time for Yoga.
Adjusting to going back to work. Being woken by an alarm is bad for my health.

end of hols

The holidays are drawing to a close.
Dentist visit.
More ink….just my shoulder finished. I am hoping that Adam actually gets his shop in Derby sorted although I am not holding my breath. Attempts to draw semicircular patterns on my chest raised smiles in the shop but were a failure.
Lots of photo printing after using the cardboard as a wall and clearing out the garage a bit.
Serviced the bike while Jo read Hyperion.

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The Story of O. Now the book. My ears become furry now. Beast is a happy friend. Photos taken at British camp on our brief visit today. I can now process the film that has Dungeness on it. This will lead to printing and a book on Dungeness and photos to be hung on the walls of the house. Talk of feminism which threw mw back a little to the days of guilt, wher now I realise there is no guilt just a skewed sense of what was needed. I much prefer Jo’s version of Vajrayana Jungian integration which is what I always wanted.
Need to find a name for my experimental tracks so I can send them to soundclick.