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Saturday, 24 March 2012

A quickie

I've been reading and following rabbit holes.  I'm still mid-reading, mid-warren.  I also tend to emulate the style of what I read - so some people will already know to what I refer.  It's fascinating.  It's powerful.  It's helpful.  I am honoured to have been allowed to read it all.

I don't think I was clear on my last post and I think I need to write it down.  Tilly was right.  Is right.  About my self-sabotage, I mean, and how I affect the views of the people that know me.  It was what I was trying to convey in my last post and I don't think I did a terribly good job of it - no blame there, just an awareness that it is the case.

Some other points that I will record for the record:
1. I have the greatest of respect for anyone with GID - I'm fairly certain that I don't suffer from it.  It sounds like a hell of a thing to cope with!
2. I may fantasise about being a woman but I also fantasise about overly-complicated political systems and anarchy in practice, living in the aftermath of nuclear war, time-travel, telepathy and inter-steller space travel.  Make of that what you will.
3. I am creative.  All the time.  I just need to arrange my time so I can get it down!
4. I miss the woman I married sometimes (elucidation later? I don't know)
5. I hate it when the hour goes forward.  Stupid BST.  I always used to worry about it as a matter of course, but I could cope.  Then there was the year with Toby where we forgot together and turned up for a meal at her mother's an hour late - that was embarrassing.  Since then I've become a bit OCD about it all, and more than a little panicked.  I've been checking the clock on the digi-box (as it sets itself to radio signal) every morning for the past two weeks so I don't miss the transition - how stupid is that anyway?

That'll do for now, I said this was a quickie.

I have been profoundly and emotionally affected by the articles, commentary and discussion that I have followed so far over the last few hours.  There's more yet.  And, if you haven't, you need to listen to Big in Japan by Alphaville.


  1. Sounds like a productive day.

    I was around for Big in Japan, but I don't remember it. Then again, everything sounded like that at the time. Holds up well.

  2. I was sort of around for Big in Japan, my Dad used to play it from a tape he used to get it off the radio. Though, in truth, I was 8 by the time I appreciated it. It has legs methinks.

    And productive, yes, but I shouldn't post mid-read. I certainly shouldn't try and post definitives that late at night after reading all the stuff I'd read. I still haven't digested it properly and I was going to delete the post as being a bad idea. It's still a bad idea, but people have read it now, so deleting it would be... dishonest?

    This is what I mean, I make mistakes. And they're big ones.


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