I don’t think I’m a particularly clumsy person, but I suppose we all have our moments. The other week, I dropped something onto my favourite tea mug, and chipped off a bit of ceramic from the lip. The damage isn’t that terrible — the mug is very much still useable — but the missing piece is quite obvious. Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to write and post this blog entry about Love in the Time of Cholera for a while now (a couple of weeks, really) but just haven’t gotten around to polishing it off. It’s gotten to the point where I think if I leave it much longer, I’ll never come back to it, and so, complete or not, here are some thoughts on Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera… Continue reading
I recently got back from a trip to Melbourne to visit my sister, brother-in-law and their newborn baby. (And by “recently”, I mean, like, a month ago…) He is my first nephew 😀
Anyway, I was down there for about 2.5 weeks, and stayed at their house, so I helped out a bit with errands, etc. One of my jobs was taking the dog for walks/runs, and doing groceries. These tasks gave me a good chance to explore the neighbourhood a bit and scout out some blog-worthy doors. I have a decent collection, so I might spread them over a few posts. Here are a few to get started… Continue reading
I know I said that trying to do the post-a-day thing wouldn’t work because it would become like a chore and I’d run out of stuff to write about, but now this post-a-week thing is starting to become like a chore, too. But, I do think that having to write a daily logbook about placement is contributing to that.
It is seriously getting harder to think of stuff to write about.
But even while I’m writing this, I feel like I should be working on that competencies report thing. I sort of got distracted before with watching ‘Modern Family’ (great show, by the way), so I really have not gotten much done.
These blog entries are going to become like distress flares – intermittent signs of someone’s existence somewhere.
Ok. I am here to sort of announce my official creation of a Facebook account.
I’ve had my reasons for not getting one (mostly that I don’t want to be stalked (I don’t think following this blog counts as stalking) and I don’t want to give myself more things to worry about/look after), but there have been reasons for getting an account (mostly to do with peer pressure and staying in the loop and related things).
In the end, I think I decided that it was easier to have it there to be neglected (if you won’t let me refuse to get a FB, then at least let me refuse to spend any significant amount of time on it) than to not have it but have people pestering me about it – the path of least resistance. That’s not to say that people were pestering me incessantly – I know you guys have a life – but now and then it would come up and I guess it’s slowly worn away my wall of excuses.
Metaphors aren’t exactly my forte.
I’m actually at uni today because I had to hand in some forms. I haven’t been in the BSL for ages. It still has that familiar smell, though. It’s not a strong smell or anything, but you notice it when you walk in. Well, I noticed it.
I have been coerced into moving my blog to WordPress. Well, more like “forced” because Spaces is closing down next year or something, but not really “forced” because I still had a choice. Not sure if this move is going to sort of discourage my blogging, though. I mean, it seems less convenient to use. I stuck with Spaces because I could access it from Hotmail and it was easy to use.
But don’t get me wrong, I still like writing stuff, and I’m not afraid of having to put in a little bit more effort into getting to my own blog, but … energy conservation is good. Isn’t that what people go on about now with all that global warming and whatnot?
Yeah, I don’t really know what I’m writing either. But, hey, I already have a comment, and it’s from “Mr WordPress”. It says I can delete it – basically asking to be deleted – but I reckon I want to keep it there. After all, it is technically my first comment at this new location. It’s sort of like keeping the first junk mail you receive at a new house, but that’s a bit more pointless.
It’s going to take a while to get used to this new site. Bear with me!