Day 238: A Many-pronged Fork

How does it happen? I know every day that I'll blog and then it's after 11 and my eyes are already doing a mutiny in my face, pushing towards sleep, and I STILL haven't blogged. Thank god it's such a pleasing thing to do, or I'd never get to it. I'm sitting up very straight in my chair, hoping that my eyes will stay calmly facing forward for the duration. Wish me luck.

Parallelogramophonograph in a river

Lovely breakfast this morning with Ruth and Carole, even though I wasn't really able to be as on it as I'd have liked to. Up was harsh. Early waking, then a text, then a conviction that I had an alarm all set for twenty to seven, but I didn't, so I overslept. Still, thanks to Ruth's encouragement, I made the time to drop down to the pond before my workshop. All lush, it was. It's almost embarrassing, there's so much abundance, so much burgeony green fulsomeness all around. My bones are thankful for that blissful water, though. My skin is too. 

Them dry

All morning, even until after lunch and then some, my face was tired and my mind all ribbled. I struggled to focus and drifted off in difficultness during the long-form workshop, even though it was good. Not drifting in a terrible way, but just in a cloudy, thick-faced way. It picked up a bit towards the end of the afternoon, when the stakes were somewhat upped in the shape of a performance. That's good news. Very good. I had turned down a lovely invitation to go and eat with very good eggs because of my cloudy head, and it had almost gone by the time, but I would have been late and rushed and that wouldn't have been quite right. I ended up being slow to leave, eating pizza and then having a good meaty chat with Revelation Man on the way home. Good beans, it was. Now, though, I fear I may never speak again. In sleep, I will write reams. In waking, nothing but drivelpap.


A dream novel. A novel dream. Either way, I'm grateful. 

I nearly bought a newspaper to get this, but then it showed up on a facebook feed, so I didn't spend that money. Good. Thanks.http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/jun/15/happiness-is-being-a-loser-burkeman?newsfeed=true


And great news: Victoria Sandison finally done a blog again. Her blog last time was very good indeed. I'm glad she's back. Click her up here: http://feasibly-short.tumblr.com/post/25314030337/admitting-defeat?og=1&fb_action_ids=10150881870726366&fb_action_types=tumblr-feed%3Apost&fb_source=other_multiline


And check out Mr Haidt: 
http://www.ted.com/talks/jonathan_haidt_humanity_s_stairway_to_self_transcendence.html