Wandered out to buy bread and a newspaper as the shops in the Lanes were beginning to open, and just kept walking. Feeling really happy with Brighton. Love all the music drifting from shops and cafes, and with few people about it was easier to notice the little eccentricities that make up the Lanes; a building with zebra stripes, odd carved faces, the graffiti art commissioned by shops, and all the quirky displays in the windows. Wondered into one selling graphic novels and comics because I have been working on my Mighty Thor monologue again, and the guy at the counter and a customer older than me having an informed and passionate discussion about the genre. Nice to be in a place with its own identity and enthusiasms.
Borrowed some tools from Anton, and then ignored them all day, focusing instead on doing laundry, and sorting out the mounds of paperwork that I seem to have accumulated. Mike told me recently that Alan Sugar says that he regards every piece of paper left on his desk at the end of the day as a decision not made. A piece of advice I have taken to heart.
In this spirit have been decisively throwing things away. It is part of the massive mental clear up prior to applying myself to the house again for the next stage. Or maybe it is just yet another displacement activity.
Hours on the phone... To lovely M.J., Toby, Mason and Sarah. Sarah will be visiting tomorrow, which will be nice. Told Toby that I want to see him soon in Toronto soon.
Amazon delivery -- Ojos de Brujo's Bari. From Barcelona and mixing flamenco with scratching and hip hop flavours. Good stuff. Alice Coltrane's album Transfiguration which on first listening has its moments but inclines to blissed out noodling, and a Budapest poet's Attila Jozsef collection called, in translation, Perched on Nothing's Branch which I will fall upon tomorrow.
Ended the day in the Tin Drum with Anton drinking the unspellable Polish beers and both chatting to MJ on the phone. Anton and MJ forming some finicky Virgo alliance based on a shared alarm about vegetables. And then drifting home to continue the conversation with her alone. We can't stop talking.
Gypsy Rose Kenny mode... The frustrating square aspect from Saturn to my natal Sun & Mars conjunction is today finally beginning to abate -- causer of work setbacks, things like rubbish ankles, and general glooms for well over a year. Good riddance!
Borrowed some tools from Anton, and then ignored them all day, focusing instead on doing laundry, and sorting out the mounds of paperwork that I seem to have accumulated. Mike told me recently that Alan Sugar says that he regards every piece of paper left on his desk at the end of the day as a decision not made. A piece of advice I have taken to heart.
In this spirit have been decisively throwing things away. It is part of the massive mental clear up prior to applying myself to the house again for the next stage. Or maybe it is just yet another displacement activity.
Hours on the phone... To lovely M.J., Toby, Mason and Sarah. Sarah will be visiting tomorrow, which will be nice. Told Toby that I want to see him soon in Toronto soon.
Amazon delivery -- Ojos de Brujo's Bari. From Barcelona and mixing flamenco with scratching and hip hop flavours. Good stuff. Alice Coltrane's album Transfiguration which on first listening has its moments but inclines to blissed out noodling, and a Budapest poet's Attila Jozsef collection called, in translation, Perched on Nothing's Branch which I will fall upon tomorrow.
Ended the day in the Tin Drum with Anton drinking the unspellable Polish beers and both chatting to MJ on the phone. Anton and MJ forming some finicky Virgo alliance based on a shared alarm about vegetables. And then drifting home to continue the conversation with her alone. We can't stop talking.
Gypsy Rose Kenny mode... The frustrating square aspect from Saturn to my natal Sun & Mars conjunction is today finally beginning to abate -- causer of work setbacks, things like rubbish ankles, and general glooms for well over a year. Good riddance!
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