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July 11, 2020

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WFH: DAY 89. 7.15 am: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: On review, the musket shot that I’d fabricated yesterday sounded authentic. I returned to Jones’ account. What the witness heard was an acoustic phenomenon ‘like that of a gun’. However, unlike the sound a period weapon, the noise of the spirit ‘violently’ striking the bed — by the side…
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July 10, 2020

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WFH: DAY 88. 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: Inbox pleasures, followed by a review of next week’s teaching appointments and current MA applications. (In the background: The Sound Projector: Music Magazine & Radio Show, and a programme dedicated to underground Japanese rock and noise music.) 9.30 am: The rewriting came into focus. ‘Be succinct; say only what’s necessary; and…
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July 9, 2020

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WFH: DAY 87. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: There were letters to write, plans to reassess, new possibilities to consider, and initiatives to formulate. 9.30 pm: I laid aside composing and returned to the paper that I’d written to accompany the first composition. Although the version retrieved — following the file-loss ‘disaster’ that obliterated both the text and its…
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July 8, 2020

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WFH: DAY 86. 6.45 am: 7.45 am: A communion. 8.15 am: One thing I do know: people are far more complex in their psychology, motivations, conflicts, ambitions, and morality than they may at first appear. Judge not by either external appearances or first impressions. Indeed, judge not. For we are each of us flawed, woefully inconsistent, self-righteous, delusional, and prejudicial.…
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July 7, 2020

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WFH: DAY 85. 6.30 am: A communion. 7.00 am: 8.00 am: ‘Get on with it!’ Mail to mawl, decisions — for which there was neither guidance nor resolution (presently) — to consider, late postgraduate applications to review, a dissertation outline to look over, and a medical appointment to secure. Presently, there’s little hard information about how Covid-19 interacts with M…
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July 6, 2020

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Sunday, July 5. The CoE morning service was delivered by various contributors from Her Majesty’s Prisons. (During lockdown, we’ve all been prisoners of sorts.): The weekly post-lunch runaround with the vacuum cleaner and duster. How often the necessary and the irksome are synonymous: Late afternoon, we walked. Signs of the times: Monday, July 6. WFH DAY 84. 8.00 am: A…
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July 4, 2020

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Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it’ (Isaiah 30.21). WFH: DAY 83. 6.00 am: I’d struggled, to no avail, to return to sleep. I ate an early breakfast (which meant that I’d be hungry again by 9.00 am). There was admin…
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July 3, 2020

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WFH: DAY 82. 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Inbox plundered, responses given, and spam deleted, I cranked-up the studio computer in readiness for a day or crackling, hissing, splintering, and grumbling sound-sample editing. I was a happy man. ‘Thank you for the gift of noise!’ To begin, I made small adjustments to sample volumes (in the range of -2dB…
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July 2, 2020

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That which is sown in honour may be reaped in ignominy. WFH: DAY 81. 6.30 am: Breakfast called: 7.45 am: A communion. 8.15 am: I made preparations for the day ahead: reading missives from the university regarding the September restart, circulating documents for the PhD research monitoring review meeting later this morning, anticipating the School’s final exam board meeting and…
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July 1, 2020

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And in that Great Day, I’ll recall all those who I wanted to help, but couldn’t; all those who I could’ve helped, but didn’t; and all those who I should’ve helped, but wouldn’t. WFH: DAY 80. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Inbox divestment. Then, I dug-in for a morning of PhDology: tutorials and a review of work submitted. (In…
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