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Sunday, May 16. 3.30 am: A glorious afternoon: Monday, May 17. 8.00 am: I returned to the review of posts. My aim was get to the conclusion of the first diary by the close of the Tuesday. 9.00 am: Postgraduate matters were first upon the table. This would be a bitty week. The necessary provision of extensions has meant that…

Friday, May 14. 8.00 am: I didn’t quite get to the finishing line of diary post reviews, last night. I began work early in order to achieve my goal by 9.00 am. I returned to the first post and made my way forward, one at a time. Again, the questions about imposing a rigorous consistency regarding citations, titling, and so…

Wednesday, May 12. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: I wanted to get half-way through the 50 pages of posts that comprise Diary (July 16, 2014 — September 4, 2018) before returning to assessing. By 10.00 pm, the intent had been realised. Having gone backwards into my timeline over the last few days, the past seven years seems, now, to…

A prophecy: An unusual and foreboding sky – a dark-light – covered the seaward side of the town. The day looked like it was ending, even as it began. Was this a portent of an unsettled period ahead in the national psyche? I recalled how, prior to the English Civil War, many people experienced collective visions of black burning rectangles…

Friday, May 7. 8.00 am: A communion-walk. I recalled Richard Long‘s work: 8.30 am: This day, too, would be punctuated by impromptu consultations and verifications with and about students and their submissions. In and around this, I’d be engaged in research admin and the ongoing task of uploading art history modules to the ‘Spoken Word’ website. It was the turn…

I’ve never feared failure, in the sense of having a dread anticipation of either its possibility or its inevitability. ‘Failure’, for me, has always had a retrospective ring to it. I acknowledge its presence in my past, even though, at the time, I wasn’t always aware of it. Wednesday, May 5. 7.30 am: The landscape bore the weather’s depression, as…

Sunday, May 2. The weekly chores: Monday, May 3. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: While I don’t encourage myself to respond to weekend emails on a Bank Holiday, there were a number responses that, if made promptly, would alleviate the correspondents’ quandaries and put them out of their misery sooner rather than later. In the end, the responsibilities of…

Our self-doubt is greatest when we’re confronted with a significant challenge that we’ve never encountered previously. There’s no precedent we can look to in our experience which would otherwise persuade us that if we’ve done it before, then, we can do it again. Friday, April 31. 7.30 am: Bluebells (the droopy, British variety) carpeted Plas Natur Penglais. In a certain…

I am austere in those dimensions of my life where excess would be inappropriate (Instagram, correspondence (April 29, 2021)). Wednesday, April 28. 7.30 pm: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: EGO article dispatched, I conducted some medical research for products that may offset the symptoms of, and consultants that might shed light on, a troubling condition that I suffer. 9.15…