Month: September 2020

8.30 am: BBC Wales emailed me to ask whether I’d contribute to a radio program on masked faces in workship and the face of God in art. Was I the…

‘Let go, and let’s see!’ 7.00 am: 7.45 am: Teams had been playing up. Some students weren’t either able to access it or receive invitations to meetings via it. (Groan!)…

Miles Davis (d. September 28, 1991)‘Virtual is the new real.’ Saturday, September 26. I worked in parallel on completing pastoral admin, developing online teaching resources, and micro-mixing several of the…

8.00 am: A prevailing gustiness. ‘Blow wind, blow.’ 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: The inbox was tamer this morning. I let forth my own volley in retaliation for the…

‘Interestingly, I seem to be haunting a number of peoples’ dreams recently’ (JH, correspondence (September 24, 2020).) 7.45 am: The promissory: 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: I attempted to…

8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Starting another academic year always feels the first day of the new school year, when I was young. There’s a sense of anticipation and…

Monday, September 21. 8.00 am: A morning walk to the postbox. It felt not like any other first day of the academic year that I’d ever experienced. Melancholy, without hopelessness.…

WFH: DAY 141. This is my last day of working from home. As of Monday, I’ll be into a pattern of on-site and online teaching and off-site research (if there’s…

‘Perhaps we’re entering the dark-ages of media’ (YouTube comment). WFH: DAY 140. 8.00 am: There was much to do: letters, charts, lists, and data archives to be sent, revised, filled,…

WFH: DAY 139. 7.30 am: 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: No sooner than I set down than its rains ‘things-to-do’ in my head. They must be written down, immediately,…