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You know I had this nice, lengthy and eloquent post written up that I was compiling from my thoughts onto a TextEdit page over the course of the weekend. A page which I simply kept minimizing so that it would be conveniently available whenever I wanted to add a line or two, because I put more faith in technology than I should. Well the program has never failed me before, until I decided not to save of course, haha. Somehow the irony of that just can not help but make itself clear, taking into account an issue I had been avoiding writing about again. I depended on something to do as it always has, perform as usual despite that under the surface there might be some kind of system stress I am not aware of. Then down it goes without warning, and after all is lost I am only left with a reminder that the program has unexpectedly quit, all unsaved changes were lost, and the remainder of the disk was not effected. A bit like relationships sometimes, isn't it? As with anything of the nature all I can do is stand up, dust off and carry on. Or in this specific case, open a blank document and start a fresh string of words with new contemplations.
Ha, that would be easier if I hadn't already exerted what bit of energy I have left on that first paragraph! I came back to Dublin from Galway Sunday morning, caught some zeds and a meal, then hot footed it over to Punchestown to see SFA and The Flaming Lips on the Witnness main stage. I'll take a couple days to relax now and get a few trivial tasks out of the way, then it's off to London for a week or two of rubbing elbows and relocation planning.
And as for my original post, if I can gather it together again in my head and on the laptop screen well enough, I will put it up here in the next day or so. I know it had something to do with an allegorical theme of tightrope walking and a reference to celebrity penises, haha. How's that for a teaser? ;-)
Ha, that would be easier if I hadn't already exerted what bit of energy I have left on that first paragraph! I came back to Dublin from Galway Sunday morning, caught some zeds and a meal, then hot footed it over to Punchestown to see SFA and The Flaming Lips on the Witnness main stage. I'll take a couple days to relax now and get a few trivial tasks out of the way, then it's off to London for a week or two of rubbing elbows and relocation planning.
And as for my original post, if I can gather it together again in my head and on the laptop screen well enough, I will put it up here in the next day or so. I know it had something to do with an allegorical theme of tightrope walking and a reference to celebrity penises, haha. How's that for a teaser? ;-)