I have been ill

I am slightly recovering now, with a chest that feels like it’s been kicked in by Lily Allen’s mates. This is poor timing, as I’ve got to clear the lounge and kitchen for new flooring to be fitted by “skilled craftsmen” tomorrow; this involves disconnecting the dishwasher, and lugging the TV upstairs – worse, it involves disconnecting the AV equipment, and poor little me sitting in the middle of a conundrum of cables like a kitten in wool on a hallmark card. I just want to go to bed.

Oh! And my iMac is in hospital; the DVD drive has “failed”.

Boo hoo.


We have got to eat all the food in the freezer like tonight. Shame I have no appetite.


Useless Calendar

Tate Modern Calendar – beautiful prints of past exhibitions, the turbine hall, on lovely super very glossy paper.

Decent amount of space to fill in your hectic schedule.

Even holes to hang it in the kitchen with.

Very glossy paper: A Biro just about writes on it if you push hard enough and dent the nice picture on the back. A sharpie is OK. Any other pen either doesn’t dry then smudges (normal felt pen or gel pen) or won’t write (kids felt pen, everything else I tried). Pencil simply skitters off the gloss surface and barely makes a mark.

Sod trying to be arty, I wish I’d got the Girls Aloud one that took my eye in Churchill Square.

Bloody Logic Pro has packed up now – it has all the appearance of working, but no sound comes out. I have tried the volume.

Parents’ Evening

Last night went to see Pip’s teacher to see how she’s doing at skule. She’s doing fine, so we left and dropped Lovely into town, where she was going “out for a meal with work”. Pip and I went and ogled in Toys’R’Us and came away with a rotund hedgehog – ample reward for a good report, I think. Where was I? Ohe yes, she christened him Martin, after her teacher. Aww.

Last night, my foray into the world of Second Life predictably ended in buying a great big p*n1s and cavorting in a group s3x room. Oh dear.

Art | I Hate Computers | Cleaning

Had a jolly little time camping at West Wittering – great weather and sea-bathing for the first two days, then explored the area with great success. Found the Cass Sculpture Foundation (near Goodwood) which was absolutely fantastic = beautiful wooded grounds housing around 80 large scale late 20th and 21st century british sculpture. Some of it was utterly beautiful. The place is thoroughly recommended, and can be found by clicking here.

A day was well spent in Chichester, shopping for clothes in the Next and Monsoon sales (we’d stumbled early on the day they both dropped to 70% off!). Having worshipped quite successfully at these temples of Mammon (and had breakfast in Starbucks), we repaired to the Cathedral to read Larkin’s “An Arundel Tomb“* with tears in eyes while looking at the real thing, and marvel at the stunning old wood panel paintings which I am slightly obsessed with.

Returned to Chichester the next day to visit the newly refurbished and expanded Pallant Gallery – well, what can I say – a feast of modern art, with lots of Paolozzi and PETER BLAKE, the chap’s a bit of a genius if you ask me.

Returned from the camping jaunt to find that the internet connection had failed. Ridiculous problems were eventually only resolved by reformatting the machine, resulting in a sleeker fast beast.

Tent and stuff now being tidied away, and house being cleaned before getting my nose properly back to the grindstone – um – tomorrow?

An Arundel Tomb

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat
And that faint hint of the absurd –
The little dogs under their feet.

Such plainness of the pre-Baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.

They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail frends would see:
A sculptor’s sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.

They would not guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they

Persisted, linked through the lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the glass. A bright
Litter of bird-calls strewed the same
Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came

Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains.

Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost instinct almost true,
What will survive of us is love.

Computer Idiocy

CONUNDRUM: went to check my site the day before yesterday, after an ftp update. When I looked at my site it was presenting an error message – “You have not paid your bill” type of thing, pointing to a company called www.streamline.net, who would appear to be a hosting company. I don’t host with them, and all my nominet and hosting charges are paid up.
I freak out – after all this is my livelihood. A call to L to load my page, and a call to my host reveals that they see my site OK, it appears to be just from my own PC. I try P’s PC – same, with the erroneous page. Mystery deepens. I send an eMail to Streamline, they tell me this is an issue with NTL (my access provider) – I call NTL Tech dept., they say that they know nothing and it’s not them.
I freak out – have I got some malware, virus, spyware b*ll*cks whatever in spite of virus checks and firewalls? I back everything up, reformat my PC. Reformat my router. Get back on line, same issue is there…
I have since deleted everything from my webspace and re-FTP’d a clean file set, doesn’t work. It still appears that the world at large can see me. I hope so, otherwise I’m bust before long.
Two days of this crap, and I’m getting crotchety and no nearer a solution. And I haven’t even told you about Junior School yet… ‘Elp!

Technical Update

DVD not broken – merely reprogrammed by little fingers, I think. Relief.

Now,all my FTP capabilities have been stopped by a computer problem. And it’s 05:21 in the morning – this is caused by the cat bouncing on me in bed and demanding to go out for an early-morning stroll. Now, the cat is curled up next to Lovely – and I’m not!

Life of Leisure

Here I sit, unemployed. I visited the wonderful job centre this morning to register my redundant status, was sent home – “you have to ring in“. Well, that would have saved me the journey. I now have to wait in tomorrow afternoon for them to call me to do a “phone interview”. Anyway.

Plans afoot : Web design (predictably) : Meeting with the Head at WHI tomorrow (less predictably) : Starting my own wee outfit via the BHPA (unpredictably). Feedback from friends and contacts so far has been very positive to the latter, so I’m getting my head round that. Encouragingly, I was more or less offered a job on Saturday (the day after redundancy!), but it is soooo far to travel. It’s nice to be wanted though. Lovely and Pipsqueak very very supportive, but redundancy = emasculation really. At this junction I can’t be too proud.

The gym is a godsend, it breaks the day and allows me to get rid of my frustration and then relax in the sauna. Once I cut down food consumption to NoName Beans and Toast, I’ll be as fit as a fiddle. Working hard on designing a website for web design and also one for training, also a handout/flier for each thing. Too much going on. Also the redundancy money claim, and many other things – if the teaching route is on, lots of study and training. My mind is mud at the moment.

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