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Sunday, September 09, 2007

I am a techno-ignoramus, hence yesterday's inapt/inept technical metaphor: Jack points out that the beta version can be nearly as unstable as the alpha. Which may go some way to explaining last night, during which there was much screeching, and very little sleep. Oh, the screeching: shame she and her sister were born too late for Lord of the Rings as the sound fx folk need have looked no further for a very convincing pair of fell beasts.

No, I am not enjoying getting back to work: juggling lecturing around two-hourly feeds is, if you'll pardon me, a complete pain in the tits. Especially as there is no bloody parking on campus so I have to leave early to allow twenty minutes for driving around Kelburn swearing. I am not taking on any more work until she's weaned and in some sort of regular daycare.

Book of the week: Don't Let The Pigeon Stay Up Late, the latest in the pigeon series by Mo Willems. Recommend. Also recommended: Fleur Adcock's collected poems, which I've been ploughing through for weeks on end now, as poems are about the only things I have time to read any more.

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