Month: May 2021

Much of what happens to us in life is nameless because our vocabulary is too poor (John Berger, Confabulations (2016)). Don’t dunk your biscuit in another person’s tea (Diary, February 23, 2016). Saturday, May 29. 6.45 am: 7.00 am: I determined to put-in two hours on revising the text of the first diary’s posts before returning to module. moderation. The…

7.00 am: A communion. 7.30 am: I committed two hours to reading and revising the first diary before turning to postgraduate admin and returning to moderation. (In reality I’m, more often that not, immoderate.) I posted emails that required tact and sensitivity in my reply. (In the background: Henry Purcell’s Come Ye Sons of Art (1694).) 11.00 am: I dealt…

Though they join forces, the wicked will not go unpunished (Proverbs 11.21). Wednesday, May 26. I’d suffered no significant side-effects following my second AstraZeneca jab, other than a sore arm and mild tiredness. 7.30 am: A communion. I determined to get to the end of the diary pages and posts before beginning anything else today. 10.00 am: I’d achieved my ambition.…

My mind inclined to thoughts about endings: an era drawing to a close, transitions, abrupt terminations, distancing, adjustments, alternatives, and new beginnings (Diary, March 26, 2018). Monday, May 24. 7.30 am: A communion. 8.00 am: I returned to my, what now feels like, eternal review of the first Diary‘s posts. At 9.00 am on a Monday, the week stretches before…

There’s a poeticism about the blog writing that, I suspect, is closer to your internal ‘voice’ than is the more formal register of academic writing. Henceforth, how you ‘speak’ through words ought to become increasingly analogous to how you visualise with paint (Assessment feedback to student, May 21, 2021). Friday, May 21. 7.30 am: I took up my final-pass review…

Wednesday, May 19. 7.00 am: A communion. Something about the mood of this early morning cast my mind back to the time when, as a 12-year old, I would walk from my house to that of my friend close-by, before we, together, journeyed on foot to Abertillery Grammar School. Always, his parents would be clearing up the breakfast things when…