Black Friday, Black Tag events, Black Friday week(?), Black Friday weekend, Black ticket event, blah blah blah blah blah . . .
Can we stop yet?
This morning I saw thousands upon thousands of birds were setting off on their migration.
I saw them from the Lounge window, so high – wave upon wave of them, across a blue background, not seen for too many days.
It was the beginning of one of ‘those’ days.
I think the links, the associations we make, stay in the head or heart as long as we live.
They might sleep, just below the surface for months or years, but they remain, to be awakened – if times, systems, situations, circumstance allow.
Then it gets to late night: and you wonder if planetary systems, weather patterns, seasons, moon-state all conspire to guide our paths, or, at least, post sign-posts along the way.
I’m a Libran, so by october 23 you might think all that might happen, has.
Yet for me, throughout my life, November has always been power month.
I feel I could almost look up and see the stars swirling ever faster as they arrange and rearrange fate.
Given enough ‘real space’ in my head (so no job, then, temporarily) I sometimes feel I could mentally reach-up and point a finger into those swirling clouds of fate, just to witness the forces shaping-up, and to sense the colour of their determination, perhaps even their destination.
I can actually see them, sense then there as I drive, or stare out, or sleep – and my god they’re powerful.
But they move, god how they move – and one bad night closes it all down, renders any wider understanding impossible, actually not there at all, and you wait for the cycle to return, for that day, or those days when the insights return.
You can taste when they’re there – the smell of a morning, the silence of a dawn, or the behaviour of birds.
A message came through, confirming, and delighting.
Later in the day an email came through from my boss, congratulating me on something or other, I got rid of a piece of work that had been bugging me all week, and another email stated that the work “observation window” was about to start (next Tues) and last for 2-weeks – stress, then.
And don’t these ‘constructed’ concerns, these daily stresses, this muddle of real and not-real ‘jobs’ (our society has built for us, has taught us to believe in), interfere so much with any perspective we might have gained?
Certainly does for me.
It comes to some really serious shit when the House of Lords – let’s just re-type that: The House of LORDS, possibly the largest collection of affluence, position and social standing within one group of individuals – stands against a Government in Power – on the subject of support for low-income families.
From (you might think) a collection of the most right-wing leanings, comes the most left-wing concerns. Amazing.
New Facebook page – to air those SCREAM AT THE TV moments
One hot, genuinely steamy June night, in 1976, the early hours of the morning found me outside a take-away ‘hole in the wall’ type place, in the middle of Boscombe, Bournemouth.
My motorcycle was parked (as ever) sideways-on, back wheel to the gutter, side-stand out – and as for all of us those days, your bike was so individual – it would serve as an early marker as to your presence anywhere, inside or out.
It must have been around 2.30am, I was the only customer – no other traffic.
A single vehicle approached along the otherwise deserted Christchurch Road and as it neared the takeaway it started to slow.
The windows of the car were all down (hot night) –and as the car drew level with the takeaway the driver leaned out.
A single word rang-out across the deserted scene, echoing back and forth between the shop fronts.
The vehicle never stopped, and soon was out of sight, and out of ear-shot.
Dave Shead was on his way home, and thought he’d hurl good-natured abuse at me.
In excess of 800km driven across four countries, three days.
European roads: clear, lane discipline – faultless, litter free verges, signs that inform, but only when necessary, clean loos, and services that serve (instead of just pummeling you senseless with junk, and then ripping you off for anything and everything).
My God! you had to adjust every inch of your thinking back in the UK! Almost immediately we had emergency braking for turn-offs (signed-up miles ago), swerving around, lane-hopping and hard braking for signs warning of speed restrictions obviously not turned-off as no hazard existed, lane jumpers, tail-gaters (a criminal offence in Germany) fast-lane hoggers, snappily front-LED’d fashion wagons pelting along beyond their or their driver’s capabilities (it’s shiney – the TV advert was cool – surely this was the life promised to me?)
I swear, in Germany – at 180kph you can calculate a driver’s need to change lane, 1/4 of a mile ahead, calculate what your action might do to the black dot in your mirror, a 1/4 of mile behind you – and smooth yours, and everyone else’s way ahead, without changing speed, or stressing at all, whilst everyone else on the same Autobahn does the identical thing for you, all without thinking. Back on a UK road you’re working 10 times as hard, just to keep from having some utter Gibbon cause mayhem for you and everyone else.
What a bunch of complete Tossers.
I moved a few weeks ago – I can see the sea now, if I stand on a stool, and the stool itself is balanced on a stack n’ store box – with the lid on – coz the lid adds that critical 2cm you understand.
Thing is . . . . I have no internet, which at first seemed horrible.
Disconnected, unable to converse, comment, catch-up.
After 10 days or so, I had lost that ‘must check the ‘phone ‘pull‘ that sits continuously in an already over-cluttered mind; then I noticed that the Nokia was starting to be left in my work coat pocket, along with the car keys, and anything else that wouldn’t be needed for evening life.
The next day I go to work – allegedly there is WiFi there – (actually the WiFi is stunningly speedy out on the pavement – and next-to-useless in the building, where I teach just about everything ‘tech’ – a surreal dichotomy.)
At some point in the day I’ll see if I’ve missed anything . . . . . . you know what? I haven’t – I really, seriously haven’t.
I might become connected at home in the next 2 weeks, so doubtless I’ll revert back to the drudgery – but feeling the move from ‘must‘ to ‘it doesn’t matter, really‘ was so, so interesting.