Category Archives: Paper

Where have I been?

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Watching with my eyes closed

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It has been a day full of recalcitrances, various:  rusted-in bolts;  institutional forms that nothing human could complete without error; the Great Document Hunt of 2019; the sheer physical resistance of damp grass.

So yes; the advantage of a familiar film – knowing what the pops, whoops, scratching noises, clicks, and occasional explosions mean without having to actually look.  I took to the recliner and duly reclined.

Dust and ashes

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August isn’t necessarily the best month to incinerate the past, and my face is now very pink, but at least there is no heatwave at the moment, and nor did I set the chimney on fire in my enthusiasm.

Difficult to say which bits of paper were most depressing; the invoices for emergency dental treatment were a definite low point, however.

Module the sixth

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I am expecting to find the teaching for this one very interesting, and we are only here for three days. However, on the way from the station my feet took me to buy playing cards, a sketch block, and TWELVE small jigsaws.  So what is that about?  (I did manage to ignore the urge to buy something to knit.)

Idling

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Wednesday.

Bother Oxford, I thought sniffily, going out as the rain slowed.  So I turned left, interested by the curious mixture of pretension and seediness that characterised the area.  (Click an image for the gallery)

Today I travelled home.  Someone burned the toast at Oxford station and we evacuated, but luckily that was the only drama.

Imposition schemes

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Boss-eyed with e-books, working on an imposition scheme seemed restful, until the prototype went wrong for the third time.

The traditional method (poundage a little excessive):

Being impatient, I also tried the modern method, in spite of a curious smell, which might have been the microwaved elastic bands.  It sort of worked; though it is surprising how much water there was in these few small specimens.  At least it used up the stack of essay drafts as blotting paper, a fate that they well deserved.