Update from Library

I need a sub-editor to think of some snappy titles for these posts – I used to be able to do it but the ability has deserted me.

Went to Word on Tues, was deeply unimpressed.  Not only did I not get to read because the list was full, there was a lot of dross (usually it’s mixed with some good stuff amongst the dross) and two people got up and sang songs – not songs they’d written but “Lady in Red” and some Bee Gees thing.  I’m all for inclusivity but that ain’t poetry.  So I think it may be time to be moving on.

Got to go now – I’m at the library and my time is running out.

Writing a radio play – more of this anon.

TTFN

Good night last night

Went to Mirch Marsala, a total veg.  It’s a place in town which has several menus including Italian, Chinese, Thai and both Indian and South Indian (the South Indian includes thalis and doshas, the Indian is more your typical korma and nan-bread stuff.  Ruth, as instructed by Mark, had a rose lassi followed by Thai vegetables, I had a spag bol (divine) and a chocolate fudge cake.  Ruth paid for me as a birthday present.  Thanks, Ruth!

I think I ought to stay off wine as it seems to be giving me a headache.  And, in case you’re tempted to laugh sarcastically, I only had one glass last night.

Yet one more example of what I have to put up with:

Mark:  Guess what?  Marisa (a friend of ours) has never heard of Marcus something or other.

Me:  Who?

Mark:  Marisa.

(Now, I don’t know about you, but to me it was PERFECTLY obvious that the “who?” related to the second person and not the first.  I know who Marisa is.  Feeling a little bloody-minded, I decided I couldn’t be bothered to explain, so I just said:

Me:  No.  Who?

Mark:  Marisa!

I think this verges on the obstinate, frankly.  So, after we’d gone through this a couple more times and I’d told him that, for God’s sake, it was perfectly obvious that I’d never heard of this person either, he stormed out of the room saying:

-  for God’s sake!  You’ve heard of Haile Selassie!

Which is indisputable.  But what does it all mean?  No doubt Mark will post a comment

Kirk out

Additional:  reminds me of a joke.

First Ethiopian:  are you Haile Selassie?

Second Ethiopian:  no, I’m afraid I’m only slightly Selassie.

PS  Marcus Garvey.  I really haven’t heard of him.  Have you?  Let me know, especially if you haven’t.   Anything that allows me to show Mark and go: “Ha!”

Q R Code

Another glimpse into the hell that is my married life.  I was just about to get up when Mark said:

-  I wonder if you can use Q R codes on PCs?

(now, I know what a PC is but what the hell is the other thing?)

-  What?  I said, wearily

-  A QR code, he said.  He has the EXTREMELY annoying habit of just repeating what he said when people clearly don’t understand.

-  What is a QR code? I said, even more wearily than before.

-  That is, he said, pointing to what I can only describe as a squiggle within a square on a page of his New Scientist.

At this point I had had enough.

-  That is NOT an explanation, Mark!” I said.  Then we both laughed.

(See previous post about “explanation mark” – May 19, 2009)

The Numble Hematode

Mark is 6 x 7 next week – or, as he would probably prefer it, VI x VII.  Which will make him XLII.   I was thinking of having a surprise Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Party but I don’t have the energy.  What with the Plinth and all.

the invitations would have read:

Fancy dress!!! Suggestions -

Arthur Dent (a dressing-gown and a bewildered expression)

Ford Prefect (v-neck sweater, black jacket, trousers and plimsolls)

Zaphod Beeblebrox (wear an extra head)

Trillian (be female and look intelligent)

Marvin (wrap yourself in foil and look miserable*)

If you DON’T come in fancy dress you should bring:

A pan-galactic gargle-blaster

or

a Vogon poem

or

a babel-fish

Would’ve been a fun party.  *Sigh!*

The title of this blog posting (or blopo) refers to something Mark spoonerised last night on the way home from the cinema and which had me in fits of giggles all the way home.

Oh!  Yes – the cinema.  too late now – I’ll review the film later.

*Well, you will look miserable if you wrap yourself in foil in the middle of summer.  What were you thinking?

Additional: Mark just Googled the title of this blog and found that “numble” is a game just like Scrabble but with numbers.  Neat, hunh?  I wonder why it never took off?

Kirk out

Ladimir and Oestrogen # 4

- you can twitter these things now

-  I can what?

-  Twitter

-  Oh god

-  You can just…

-  Why would I want to?

-  What do you mean, why?

-  I mean, why? why would I want to do that?

-  It’s Twitter!

-  “It’s Twitter”.  That’s an answer?

-  It’s a statement.  What more do you need?

-  I don’t know where to start with that one

-  then don’t.

-  I won’t.

-  that it then?

-  Yep.

I suppose Twitter is like grooming.  Was that an anthropological moment?  I guess.  Watched a lot of Michael Jackson videos back to back in a hastily cobbled-together “tribute” programme and was awed by the things the man could do with his body.

Great day yesterday.  Tennis, strawberries, cream, and conversation with Stephen.  Will Murray beat Federer?  I can’t see it.

I feel a novel coming on.  Soon.

Enjoy the day, whichever time zone you’re in.

TTFN

PS Having actually watched both Murray and Federer, yes, I can see it.

PPS Hate to admit it, but I actually quite like Twitter now.  Not that I have done any, you understand – I’m just coming round to it.

PPPS  I used to have a Round Tuit, a plate which hung on my wall and waited.

On Attachment…

This is called Samskara in yoga.

How was my weekend?  I hear you cry.  Well.. a bit mixed.  After thiis whole psychotic trip I had some bad times, some very dark and paunful moments when this whole thing seemed like a repetition of what I went through after Dave: ie being in a very dark place and failing to teach.  So there were moments when the whole weeken (a residential with my students) seemed to be falling apart.  Some of them got annoyed with me because I forgot things they had told me.  I had forgotten anything told to me in the previous three months.  The only thing I could do about this was explain slightly and apologise.

It was clear to me that a lot of complex dynamics were going on with my students and that training teachers is a whole different ball-game from teaching ordinary students, in the way they relate to you.  I’m sure I flt the same degree of difficulty when starting to teach, but it’s so lng ago now, and I have developed such a degree of expertise (not only in teaching but in dealing with people) that I can’t remember how it was.  Anyway, my thought on all this was that I now need a guru for myself in order to do this.  So I asked the universe to bring me one.

Watch this space!

Odd, really.  I never wanted a guru – never thought I could trust anyone enough to give them that kind of power.  But then, I never thought I could trust anyone enough to get married and share my life with them.  And I think that where I am now is analogous to where I was before Mark and I got married – ie just before a big life-change.

My difficulty is this:  how to be a genius but also come back down to earth so that I don’t screw up as a teacher.  Because I need the teaching as well as the writing.  I am Gemini, a twin sign, and I have these two aspects to my being.  Also I think women approach things differently.  This makes things harder but is ultimately a strength. because we don’t put all our eggs (!) in one basket.  These thoughts are connected also to male orgasm and the “pushing through” (or penetrative!) aspect of male energy.  Women are slower, more diffuse, but we get there, and in the end, it is the female energy (not always the individula woman) who is wiser.  As the Tao says:

“Know the masculine, but keep to the feminine”.  Because it is the female energy that is in touch with where we live.  And that is what we need – to come back down to earth.