Let's call it 9 April 2010

Actually, I found an old post from last week that I never managed to upload so here goes:

The longer I sit here, the more likely it is that I will find something to say. I find that applies in most of my pursuits. Work, writing, conversation...

And so I've sat here for a minute, mildly terrified that the blog-fodder might be drying up and within a minute been able to get something down.

This week, the weather has turned. It's now officially British Summertime and it is good. Next week, I'll be in the States and I've been told that it will be 28 degrees there. Now I'm mortified at the fact that the weather will call for short shorts and I'm still shedding that blubber that I like to amass for the winter months. Tonight, I have grand designs. I'll be pulling out the tent which Briony left here, and in fact belongs to a man that she used to work with (how do we gather so much trash on our journeys?) and checking to make sure that it's suitable to the task of housing two of us over the course of the festival. I'm not sure that the decision to cart a tent all the way to Palm Springs is a sound one, but I'm pressing on as if it is.

Did you notice that I'm still working? Well, I am. Apparently, I have stable employment for another month or so. I'm not fussed. Instead I've plateaued at indifference at the whole affair. It's easier than getting all hepped up over things that you just can't change. That's quite Bokononian. Have you read Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut? If not, you must. Apart from being utterly hilarious, it leaves you with a nice taste of futility in man's endeavours.

I'm turning another year older on Monday. I've decided not to celebrate this birthday. The Chinese don't celebrate birthday's after the age of 21, or so I've heard. Well, I've stopped at 18, or so I say. Mother and Father sent me some Ohmar Pamuk. Three books even! Oh, that will be brilliant reading for the plane! What a good gift. Not a Mastodon, but it will do just fine.

I've got a couple of tickets to see Belle and Sebastian play at Latitude festival in July and I couldn't be happier. The credit card is maxed to the limit but I can assure myself that it is worth it. Two festivals in one year is quite indulgent, but I've got to smash through the last of my objectives whilst I'm still on this side of the world. I mean, the visa only lasts so long. I'll be out of here in 18 months. Mild panic.

This week has also seen the sewing of many holes. My clothes are falling apart in so many places and I'm loathe to replace them. I find it quite zen, sitting there, bent over a needle, mending. A quiet life is surely something to be treasured.

I desperately need to get out of the office. I'll post again soon, I'm sure.