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Me and Pip and this guy Andy from work who's a fine chap went to Scarborough today for a half day course and it was really grim and rainy and crappy! It was a fraud course too and since most of the benefit fraud in Harrogate is perpertrated by people poorer than I just trying to get a little more like a reasonable income I'm not fantastically fussed about it all. It was also an hour and a half each way on the train and we had to set off from the station at 7.05am! Ugh. But in the end it was alright anyway because
a) we got a free lunch even if it was only a rather mediocre buffet;
b) Andy told us how last year he let a lady into his flat block at four in the morning and she had a shit on the postroom floor and got thrown out again - but noone knew he'd let her in and it made me laugh like a minor maniac;
c) courses are kind of fun anyway.
It was also only a half day course but it was late by the time we got back to Leeds! And I bought a Can album :D At long last! It is 'Ege Bamyasi Okraschoten'. Whatever that might be meant to mean! Funky experimental rock music from the 70s = happy bebby. Even though I had sworn not to buy any more cds for a while! never mind never mind. Damo Suzuki came to Leeds in April and I missed him!! Gah!
Oh and I should be going to see an eye consultant fella at the hospital on Friday um *thinks* oh! Like Friday 2nd or something but I just realised that's really bad because I don't think I can take a day off work that week! I thought the first Friday of the month was the next one! Damnation....well, they only do the first Friday of the month. I guess I can wait another five (or maybe it'll be 4! if Friday's the 3rd? hm?) if I have to but then I wanted to at least find out what they were going to tell me. My dad is retiring on medical grounds this summer and his eyesight is slightly better than mine! hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Well well well I always had contempt for the ludicrous constraints presented by the form of a physical body. I may have said that before. But it's still true today! damnation *pouts* I don't know how fast it's likely to get worse yet. I suspect I don't want to know :P I don't know what I'll do when I'm blind! hehehe hopefully the socialist revolution will have come by then so we incompetent, lazy /and/ infirm types (three bummers in a market economy!) will be treated well. anyhow anyhow, maybe I'll get a day off at work if I look sad and my boss is in a good mood (she's really nice, that boss, I have two, the other I'm not going to say anything about).
Eugh! what a silly world. I love how as Beckett got to the end of his life all the amused detachedness of his resentment (of the ridiculous way things are) left him and all he had was this impotent furious pathos at the meaningless of it all now that there wasn't even any hope of a better arrangement. Like he'd really sustained the humour of even Endgame or Malone Dies by thinking that that was after all only playing at hopelessness and something worthwhile was just over the horizon. (not that that's at all apparent except through the lens of his later despair! not that his classic works don't despair either....hehe....oh!!) Then it suddenly becomes apparent that there's no time left for any of this secret fantasy to realise itself and you've neither Krapp's fire nor Molloy's Being (by the sea or wherever!) to console yourself with (not that you knew it was consolation till now). Nor the jokes about weeing in your bed hehehehe.
Hehe, but then, that's probably nonsense. But then perhaps nonsense is the literary criticism he would've liked best.... ;) and, of course, I don't reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllly think things are meaningless *all the time*! ;) Just sometimes what it might mean to believe in God and allllllllll the enjoyable things open to humans becomes a little obscure. hey! But anyway, whenever I can't read, maybe I'll reach Beckett's final point, if it was his final point, and if I'm not contented enough anyway (as things transpire. you know they often do!)
a) we got a free lunch even if it was only a rather mediocre buffet;
b) Andy told us how last year he let a lady into his flat block at four in the morning and she had a shit on the postroom floor and got thrown out again - but noone knew he'd let her in and it made me laugh like a minor maniac;
c) courses are kind of fun anyway.
It was also only a half day course but it was late by the time we got back to Leeds! And I bought a Can album :D At long last! It is 'Ege Bamyasi Okraschoten'. Whatever that might be meant to mean! Funky experimental rock music from the 70s = happy bebby. Even though I had sworn not to buy any more cds for a while! never mind never mind. Damo Suzuki came to Leeds in April and I missed him!! Gah!
Oh and I should be going to see an eye consultant fella at the hospital on Friday um *thinks* oh! Like Friday 2nd or something but I just realised that's really bad because I don't think I can take a day off work that week! I thought the first Friday of the month was the next one! Damnation....well, they only do the first Friday of the month. I guess I can wait another five (or maybe it'll be 4! if Friday's the 3rd? hm?) if I have to but then I wanted to at least find out what they were going to tell me. My dad is retiring on medical grounds this summer and his eyesight is slightly better than mine! hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Well well well I always had contempt for the ludicrous constraints presented by the form of a physical body. I may have said that before. But it's still true today! damnation *pouts* I don't know how fast it's likely to get worse yet. I suspect I don't want to know :P I don't know what I'll do when I'm blind! hehehe hopefully the socialist revolution will have come by then so we incompetent, lazy /and/ infirm types (three bummers in a market economy!) will be treated well. anyhow anyhow, maybe I'll get a day off at work if I look sad and my boss is in a good mood (she's really nice, that boss, I have two, the other I'm not going to say anything about).
Eugh! what a silly world. I love how as Beckett got to the end of his life all the amused detachedness of his resentment (of the ridiculous way things are) left him and all he had was this impotent furious pathos at the meaningless of it all now that there wasn't even any hope of a better arrangement. Like he'd really sustained the humour of even Endgame or Malone Dies by thinking that that was after all only playing at hopelessness and something worthwhile was just over the horizon. (not that that's at all apparent except through the lens of his later despair! not that his classic works don't despair either....hehe....oh!!) Then it suddenly becomes apparent that there's no time left for any of this secret fantasy to realise itself and you've neither Krapp's fire nor Molloy's Being (by the sea or wherever!) to console yourself with (not that you knew it was consolation till now). Nor the jokes about weeing in your bed hehehehe.
Hehe, but then, that's probably nonsense. But then perhaps nonsense is the literary criticism he would've liked best.... ;) and, of course, I don't reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllly think things are meaningless *all the time*! ;) Just sometimes what it might mean to believe in God and allllllllll the enjoyable things open to humans becomes a little obscure. hey! But anyway, whenever I can't read, maybe I'll reach Beckett's final point, if it was his final point, and if I'm not contented enough anyway (as things transpire. you know they often do!)