Manaña/It's only your life.
'So marry yourself to your work and crowd your confusion with words...'
(Kevin Devine)
A short entry today, as I'm quite tired and I'm trying to settle back into the socially acceptable sleep pattern of 1-9. Today was satisfyingly productive in various ways - I had my hair cut by a laid-back Italian man in a place towards the end of St. Benedict's Street, and also did rather well in terms of diet, a few rich tea biscuits aside (which are hardly the most fattening of options anyway). Having taken my bike to be fixed for the meagre sum of £4 following the hair cut, I spent about half an hour this evening cycling to and from campus, with a ninety minute detour to see Vicki Lister and Richard at their house on Dover Street on the way back for a brief catch-up. I intend on adding the night cycling to my daily routine as it's a relatively comfortable but suitably tiring form of exercise. The last time I used Colin's Wii Fit, it said I'd hit my ideal BMI if I dropped my weight down to ten stone. Keeping control of what I eat, along with the two return trips a day to campus(now that I'll use my bike to speed to seminars again) should help me lose that weight in no time. It shouldn't be too difficult an effort. It's bizarre, my actually having a health regime!
On Thursday, Catherine filled me in on a proposition she'd been given to write features for a new independent music magazine that aims to shake up the local scene. Apparently, whilst drinking at the Waterfront club over the weekend, she'd started a conversation at the bar with the man who was in the process of starting the magazine up. Thinking that I'd probably find the opportunity more useful, she thankfully sent me the manifesto he'd sent her, along with an address to contact. Here's the twist: the man setting up 'Inverted Magazine' is Tom Shanks, the man I've visited twice this year about my computer problems! This sort of coincidence barely surprises me anymore, but still never ceases to impress. In our emails thus far, he seems very enthusiastic about letting me take part - our taste in music is surprisingly similar and his vision of a publication that will quickly garner a controversial reputation in the area is personally extremely exciting. We've made plans to meet up for a drink soon in order to discuss how to proceed. By sheer luck, I have the chance to gain some experience in the area of work that I most wish to pursue. This should more than make up for missing out on Words and Music!
Work with the CWS is also coming along nicely. Again, on Thursday evening, I headed onto campus with Andi, Gemma and Louise with the hope of getting into the Returner's LCR. (The house is completely full again. I watched Away We Go with the same three on Friday, spending the rest of the evening watching TV - how refreshing to see a film where the couple aren't in doubt!) Unfortunately, tickets had already sold out, so I stayed downstairs speaking with my friend Joe Wright, whom I barely saw for most of last year. Unbeknownst to me, he had spent the year as President of Minotaur, the university society exclusive to drama students, which went some way to explaining why I hadn't seen him around! Once I'd chatted to him about my own Presidency, he seemed very interested in joining us this year; having a specialist scriptwriter and dramatician involved will definitely help enrich our group.
The first committee meeting on Saturday helped clarify a few things - this Friday, a few of us will be heading out into the field of Norwich city centre in order to scout pubs for our first social next week, the event now dubbed 'The CWS Pub Scrawl'. Hopefully, John will have recovered from his recent hernia operation by then! We'll be recruiting this year's members at Socmart this Wednesday, now that the new freshers have arrived and the autumn semester has started, and have also made plans for our first open mic in November: all gates of which will be donated to Oxfam. We're still arranging that with the charity, but I have confidence that it will bring us some good publicity. I'm glad that my 'job' is becoming more enjoyable.
I've started using an external hard drive so I'm unlikely to lose my files again. My first seminar will be in thirteen hours. After several months of recuperating and preparing in my life, a loose sense of direction and structure has finally been resecured. Although the future, including tomorrow, is blank, I'm confident, for now, that I can come up with my own answers. (1.53am.)
(Kevin Devine)
A short entry today, as I'm quite tired and I'm trying to settle back into the socially acceptable sleep pattern of 1-9. Today was satisfyingly productive in various ways - I had my hair cut by a laid-back Italian man in a place towards the end of St. Benedict's Street, and also did rather well in terms of diet, a few rich tea biscuits aside (which are hardly the most fattening of options anyway). Having taken my bike to be fixed for the meagre sum of £4 following the hair cut, I spent about half an hour this evening cycling to and from campus, with a ninety minute detour to see Vicki Lister and Richard at their house on Dover Street on the way back for a brief catch-up. I intend on adding the night cycling to my daily routine as it's a relatively comfortable but suitably tiring form of exercise. The last time I used Colin's Wii Fit, it said I'd hit my ideal BMI if I dropped my weight down to ten stone. Keeping control of what I eat, along with the two return trips a day to campus(now that I'll use my bike to speed to seminars again) should help me lose that weight in no time. It shouldn't be too difficult an effort. It's bizarre, my actually having a health regime!
On Thursday, Catherine filled me in on a proposition she'd been given to write features for a new independent music magazine that aims to shake up the local scene. Apparently, whilst drinking at the Waterfront club over the weekend, she'd started a conversation at the bar with the man who was in the process of starting the magazine up. Thinking that I'd probably find the opportunity more useful, she thankfully sent me the manifesto he'd sent her, along with an address to contact. Here's the twist: the man setting up 'Inverted Magazine' is Tom Shanks, the man I've visited twice this year about my computer problems! This sort of coincidence barely surprises me anymore, but still never ceases to impress. In our emails thus far, he seems very enthusiastic about letting me take part - our taste in music is surprisingly similar and his vision of a publication that will quickly garner a controversial reputation in the area is personally extremely exciting. We've made plans to meet up for a drink soon in order to discuss how to proceed. By sheer luck, I have the chance to gain some experience in the area of work that I most wish to pursue. This should more than make up for missing out on Words and Music!
Work with the CWS is also coming along nicely. Again, on Thursday evening, I headed onto campus with Andi, Gemma and Louise with the hope of getting into the Returner's LCR. (The house is completely full again. I watched Away We Go with the same three on Friday, spending the rest of the evening watching TV - how refreshing to see a film where the couple aren't in doubt!) Unfortunately, tickets had already sold out, so I stayed downstairs speaking with my friend Joe Wright, whom I barely saw for most of last year. Unbeknownst to me, he had spent the year as President of Minotaur, the university society exclusive to drama students, which went some way to explaining why I hadn't seen him around! Once I'd chatted to him about my own Presidency, he seemed very interested in joining us this year; having a specialist scriptwriter and dramatician involved will definitely help enrich our group.
The first committee meeting on Saturday helped clarify a few things - this Friday, a few of us will be heading out into the field of Norwich city centre in order to scout pubs for our first social next week, the event now dubbed 'The CWS Pub Scrawl'. Hopefully, John will have recovered from his recent hernia operation by then! We'll be recruiting this year's members at Socmart this Wednesday, now that the new freshers have arrived and the autumn semester has started, and have also made plans for our first open mic in November: all gates of which will be donated to Oxfam. We're still arranging that with the charity, but I have confidence that it will bring us some good publicity. I'm glad that my 'job' is becoming more enjoyable.
I've started using an external hard drive so I'm unlikely to lose my files again. My first seminar will be in thirteen hours. After several months of recuperating and preparing in my life, a loose sense of direction and structure has finally been resecured. Although the future, including tomorrow, is blank, I'm confident, for now, that I can come up with my own answers. (1.53am.)