Month: July 2020

WFH: DAY 106. I spent the day in second gear, considering the broader landscape of my experience. It’s tempting to see no further than the boundaries of whatever you’re doing and whoever you are, presently. In the end, now is (to invoke a rather outmoded technology of projection) only one slide in the carousel of your whole life’s story:

Sunday, July 26. Monday, July 27. WFM: DAY 102. 9.00 am: The week ahead had to be fluid. Tutorials and other appointments would emerge where they would. In the meantime, I attended to the certainties: postgraduate admissions, submissions, and examinations; and undergraduate re-submissions. Discussions in these respects take place within the contexts of modes of organisation and delivery that remains…

WFH: DAY 101. I spent the day adapting the text of my presentation for inclusion in a booklet that will accompany a tape/CD release of sound compositions. These would’ve been presented at the ‘Shining Pyramid’ symposium, which had to be abandoned due to lockdown. (‘Where there’s a will …’ .) In the background, I listened critically to the mixdown of…

I’m waiting for the planes to tumbleWaiting for the towns to fallI’m waiting for the cities to crumbleWaiting till I see you crawl I don’t want to know about evilOnly want to know about love …(John Martyn, ‘Don’t Want to Know’, Solid Air (1972)) WFH: DAY 100. (Is this a milestone or a millstone?) 8.00 am: A communion. I concluded…

There are times when you oughtn’t to lay-in a course for land. Instead, let your boat be driven where the wind and waves dictate. They may take you somewhere incomparably better than you’d anticipated. WFH: DAY 99. 8.15 am: A communion. The day would be devoted to my PhD tutees, largely: tutorials, external examiner communications, examination timetabling, research proposals, etc.…