Jan 18 2009
What to post? Head full of stuff - only metal, what a bore
In a real two and eight* this evening about what to actually post to my blog. Mostly I have been working on developing a web site for a new “Youth Initiative” - this has been quite frustrating as, although I have had the information required at my fingertips for the past few months, my client has only just gotten around to organising the site hosting, leaving me to get the site up and running in a very short time. Why not develop it on a free host and move it when completed? - I could see the test version of the site being used as the live version and the professional hosting never sorted out. Also the idea of having to do the same work at least twice was particularly galling; all the mapping and other database manipulation required having been tested in theory and practice last October. This has led to me having to pull a few all-nighters; the only time it seems that I can find the required peace and quiet. This is paying off and the main structure of the site is now online; just the videos, documentation and mapping to sort out - all of which I have to hand; just need the time to trawl through and upload. Thinking about it, there’s really not that much to do; it just seems that way with what feel like perpetual interruptions and other calls upon my time which all conspire to make determined thought and effort beyond any hope or expectation of achievement. I have even started blaming “Whistler” - our three month old grey & white tabby kitten - of making development impossible. Now that is silly. Look within, grasshopper …
That out of the way, I have made great strides forward this weekend. In an coincidence rarely to occur naturally in my experience, I have spoken with both of my siblings this weekend. This had happened only twice so far in living memory, so quite an event. Alas, this was by telephone and separately this time, but I guess it still counts as progress. It would seem that my nephews are all giving some cause for concern; my sister’s kids seem to have their own joint internal Tartrazine factory, distributing fuelled frenzy to their respective little bodies whilst my brother’s four (I think) year old has started explaining gravity to his somewhat bewildered father. I see shades of a younger self in all of these manifestations of youthful exhuberance and so have issued warnings and congratulations accordingly.
What else? I have to go for an MRI scan of my lower spine tomorrow. Nothing too frightening it itself, except for the dire warning against the wearing of anything with even the slightest hint of metal - like some particularly tough stricture from Leviticus: “And the wearers of iron, lodestone and copper shall be cast from His sight and blasted in the furnace of Gehinnon known unto the dwellers of the mudflats in those parts as the Emmarites for they are a clanking abomination unto the Ennaitchess.” What is there left for the Modern Humanist (or is that Modernist Human?) to wear?
Answers, as ever, on a postcard - or even as a comment …
Good news today: both “Mott the Hoople” are reforming for a 40th birthday bash in the Autumn and “The Sisters of Mercy” have deigned to play a gig in London this Spring. As an aside, I was certain for years that Ian Hunter actually sang “and my brother’s back at home with his beetles and his stones” rather than “his Beatles and his [Rolling] Stones“ thus developing an even more curious view of siblings and Hunter’s insight into the human condition.
Hey ho! More later on that very expression.
* Cockney rhyming slang: =”state”
