After avoiding them for about a year, I had to attend a gathering of deifheids today. I would consider learning meditation if I thought it would enable me to switch my brain off at these things. Today I decided to take on the challenge of faking bonhomie. To some extent I did manage to switch off my faculties, munch on a vol au vent and go "mmm yummy" with the best of them, before pocketing my pastry as a takeaway for the dog.
When the champers came out, I took Hotters' advice and gulped a couple. Lo and behold, things became almost bearable. Maybe it's not just me, maybe everyone drinks just to make things bearable. But at my age I need to be doing stuff I can enjoy sober.
Sunday, May 15
Friday, May 6
indoor games
You feel kind of bad when you're starting a Scrabble game with a random stranger, and you score much better than them right from the start.
But when the roles are reversed and I'm outclassed, I wouldn't expect my opponent to go easy on me.
When the boy was 7 I would sometimes play football with him. I would usually let him narrowly win. That shows you how young he was - I could beat him.
When we visited his uncle, I was shocked to see the uncle playing as hard as he could, tackling hard and winning by a mile.
If I asked Doctor John, he'd say I'm hopelessly damaged by the teutonic toilet trainers, and it serves me right for being bourgeois. Of course, freelance Taoism teaches us that there's a bit of truth in everything, even ravings.
The new room mate found me on the office floor doing yoga this morning. Turns out he has been doing his own exercises when I'm out of the room. So suddenly we're teaching each other stretches and strengthening moves, in an impromptu yoga workshop. The last time I hosted a self-help class, it was for remedial head work, and it resulted in the conception of my daughter one night after class. Better in memory than actuality.
- iPod post
But when the roles are reversed and I'm outclassed, I wouldn't expect my opponent to go easy on me.
When the boy was 7 I would sometimes play football with him. I would usually let him narrowly win. That shows you how young he was - I could beat him.
When we visited his uncle, I was shocked to see the uncle playing as hard as he could, tackling hard and winning by a mile.
If I asked Doctor John, he'd say I'm hopelessly damaged by the teutonic toilet trainers, and it serves me right for being bourgeois. Of course, freelance Taoism teaches us that there's a bit of truth in everything, even ravings.
The new room mate found me on the office floor doing yoga this morning. Turns out he has been doing his own exercises when I'm out of the room. So suddenly we're teaching each other stretches and strengthening moves, in an impromptu yoga workshop. The last time I hosted a self-help class, it was for remedial head work, and it resulted in the conception of my daughter one night after class. Better in memory than actuality.
- iPod post
Tuesday, May 3
changes 'appening
There's a lot of changes at my place just now, what with old family and animals dead or dying or getting sick. And plenty of other stuff.
The cellmate and I are managing to stay on the same side, even after I added to the stress by cancelling the phone line and the broadband.
Instead, we each have a mobile phone.
A plus: no longer will I have to take calls from the cellmate's friends.
A minus: no longer will I have to take calls from the cellmate's friends.
It all balances up.
In addition we each have a virtual landline number through Skype. Which I've just discovered doesn't work on the phones. Skype don't tell you that when they're taking your money.
I'm also testing two separate mobile broadband devices.
There's more than a dozen new numbers and passwords to remember.
Fortunately, you can download an app to store all your passwords securely on your phone. The tech giveth the problem, and the tech taketh away the problem. Or in freelance Taoist terms, a problem contains the kernel of its solution.
And the cellmate has found an app called My Calm Beat, which seems to be helping her stay centred, so I might try it too. It's got to be better than meditating.
- iPod post
The cellmate and I are managing to stay on the same side, even after I added to the stress by cancelling the phone line and the broadband.
Instead, we each have a mobile phone.
A plus: no longer will I have to take calls from the cellmate's friends.
A minus: no longer will I have to take calls from the cellmate's friends.
It all balances up.
In addition we each have a virtual landline number through Skype. Which I've just discovered doesn't work on the phones. Skype don't tell you that when they're taking your money.
I'm also testing two separate mobile broadband devices.
There's more than a dozen new numbers and passwords to remember.
Fortunately, you can download an app to store all your passwords securely on your phone. The tech giveth the problem, and the tech taketh away the problem. Or in freelance Taoist terms, a problem contains the kernel of its solution.
And the cellmate has found an app called My Calm Beat, which seems to be helping her stay centred, so I might try it too. It's got to be better than meditating.
- iPod post
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