miscellany (guess i'm just restless)
Sad news for anyone that despises every single word that drips like toxic waste onto my blog - by the start of August I should be able to blog more often. I'm just about to replace my crash-happy PC at home with something much better, and a couple of weeks later I'm getting the phone line reconnected (it's been idle since before I moved in). Subject to the fact that I'm really busy through that period, and that reconnection will happen later than requested, don't expect any home-blogs before about August 12. I might get to blog before then from the library or somewhere.
I'm not going to wank on about the new computer till I've had it a month or so and it's started to prove itself or otherwise. And I'm certainly not going to give the corporate fuck-mongers at the phone company the oxygen of publicity. Well, not unless they piss me off so much I launch a right royal slagging. But no, give 'em a chance.
Also just occurred to me that somewhere round now (possibly a couple of weeks back) is the 2nd anniversary of my online presence, when mattdalby.tripod.com first hit the internet. With all the impact of a fly hitting the sun. Maybe I should do something celebratory. I think I'll save it till May next year though, the 2nd anniversary of santiago's dead wasp. Customarily I'll promise to keep you posted here, then forget all about - I would like you to know that I do feel guilty about it in advance though.
Almost finished my MA application, it's taken a lot longer than I thought. Just have to finish a critical piece (rather than reheating an old one), narrow down the poems I want in my portfolio to the number asked for, and check one of my referees, then it'll be ready to go. Hey, whadya know? sometimes I do keep you posted. I hope I manage to get on the course, I'm looking forward to it already, if only to prove I can get an MA, and to have people to test myself against locally. There's a little more to it than that, I do worry that I might be losing my chance to ever make an impact with my poetry, I'm really bored, and I do like being in education.
So far as the boredom goes, I'm also looking to see if I can get any voluntary work for the weekends, or some evenings in the week. I just want to push myself to the point of collapse if necessary. Purely selfish really, as I said above there's the desire to achieve something with my writing, or at least contribute something to make the world better in some small way.
I'm not going to wank on about the new computer till I've had it a month or so and it's started to prove itself or otherwise. And I'm certainly not going to give the corporate fuck-mongers at the phone company the oxygen of publicity. Well, not unless they piss me off so much I launch a right royal slagging. But no, give 'em a chance.
Also just occurred to me that somewhere round now (possibly a couple of weeks back) is the 2nd anniversary of my online presence, when mattdalby.tripod.com first hit the internet. With all the impact of a fly hitting the sun. Maybe I should do something celebratory. I think I'll save it till May next year though, the 2nd anniversary of santiago's dead wasp. Customarily I'll promise to keep you posted here, then forget all about - I would like you to know that I do feel guilty about it in advance though.
Almost finished my MA application, it's taken a lot longer than I thought. Just have to finish a critical piece (rather than reheating an old one), narrow down the poems I want in my portfolio to the number asked for, and check one of my referees, then it'll be ready to go. Hey, whadya know? sometimes I do keep you posted. I hope I manage to get on the course, I'm looking forward to it already, if only to prove I can get an MA, and to have people to test myself against locally. There's a little more to it than that, I do worry that I might be losing my chance to ever make an impact with my poetry, I'm really bored, and I do like being in education.
So far as the boredom goes, I'm also looking to see if I can get any voluntary work for the weekends, or some evenings in the week. I just want to push myself to the point of collapse if necessary. Purely selfish really, as I said above there's the desire to achieve something with my writing, or at least contribute something to make the world better in some small way.
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