July 12th. This means that it is exactly a week until my 29th birthday. One week to the day. Oh my god. My flatmates have gone on holiday today as well, so the flat is mine and mine alone for the next two weeks, which is both wonderfully relaxing and slightly eerie. I should get on with organising my birthday party, really. Haven’t even invited anyone yet.
Today on Barbelith: I was a teenage lesbian – “In an interview from 1998, Tom Coates interviews Amy, a young girl whose life was nearly destroyed after being bullied at school for being gay.”
A few changes have been made around plasticbag.org – although they probably won’t be replicated throughout the site for a while to come (combination of laziness and Blogger archiving differences). Enjoy.
Two texts of the Barbelites: Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World as found via the Underground.
I have a gloriously pointless little idea to try out. I’m so excited. More news as I have it.
Huge obituary and picture in the Guardian today for Thomas Wiedemann, a lecturer of mine at Bristol University. He taught Ancient History from a rather traditional bent, and I’m not sure I learnt a lot from him, but he was a good and decent man who knew everything there was to know. He once said that every civilised person should have read Thucydides and Herdotus in their totality – and while I remain barbaric even approaching my 29th birthday – I am beginning to believe that he may have been correct. From the obituary: “Wiedemann spent 19 years, between 1976-95, in the department of classics at Bristol University, a lively and controversial centre, where he was instrumental in building up a strong ancient history component; in particular, a separate undergraduate degree course in ancient history first taught in the current academic year.” Those he taught will miss him.
I honestly don’t know what is more alarming – that jason enjoyed using the Underground or that the MUNI is worse…
Because the secret horrific truth of my life is that I’d rather spend two or three hours in my room talking to people on the internet, where it is safe and mediated and distant from myself, than I would actually go out and meet them.
“It should have been called ‘It’s a sucky life, and just when you don’t think it can suck any more it does.”