Fuddland

I could try and use this weekend’s unexpected loss [and subsequent full retrieval from backup] of my weblog database as some sort of backwards justification for not writing anything for nearly three weeks—if I’d written anything recently, the backup might not have been current enough to restore everything—but I fear that wouldn’t wash with anyone [least of all me], so I suppose it’ll have to be the boring old: I just haven’t felt like it. No real reason beyond that.

I started to write about the things I’d been doing over the last few weeks, but it all seemed rather pointless: I already know, and why should anyone else care? I find myself being less and less interested in writing weblog entries which are little more than reportage [such as, erm, this very entry]. But then commenting on, or having an opinion about, current affairs requires actually reading the news from time to time, something which I’ve also become rather lax about of late; I still skim the headlines of the BBC’s various RSS feeds, but rarely click through to the main article.

Instead, I’ve been lending a helping-hand to friends in a spot of bother [involving, amongst other things, a weekend of painting and decorating which was the most fun I’d had in ages]; forging new friendships; rekindling old ones; and of course, doing a bit here and there towards completing my PhD. The pressure’s really on but the end remains frustrating, tantilisingly just out of reach.

I decided recently that I needed to listen to some really authentic blues, and after a tip-off from a scene in E.R. of all things, I went right back to near the beginning of recorded music and got hold of Robert Johnson’s Complete Recordings, the fruits of just two recording sessions in which he laid down his repertoire of songs, classic blues that are still being covered by today’s artists.

#1

Jann | 2005 / 03 / 09 – 11:24

Well it’s good to see you back again. Even if this entry is nearly as boring as one of mine. :P

I never ask myself the question of why I blog as I’d just end up not doing it and then where would the world be?

Remember, if the world suddenly stops hearing about the length of my toenail clippings, armageddon is only just a breath away…

#2

mrtn | 2005 / 03 / 09 – 11:47

for a (slightly) updated sound, might i recommend mr clapton’s tribue of last year?

#3

felicity | 2005 / 03 / 09 – 23:26

good to see you back matey!
excellent choice in music.
apart from using better quality paint, the only other way of not splattering yourself when rollin-rollin-rollin (sorry got sidetracked with a mental image of fred durst..mmmmmmm)is to get someone else to do it - ha!

#4

David | 2005 / 03 / 10 – 09:16

Re #2: Yes, you might. Delivery from CD-WOW! imminent… :)

Re #3: Thanks, apparently my friend figured that out for herself, which is why I ended up getting splattered instead of her. ;)

#5

Clair | 2005 / 03 / 10 – 09:16

I suspect that this is a ploy to lure us all into thinking that you lead a normal everyday life. I bet the real reason you haven’t posted for so long is that you’ve been off somewhere exotic on a secret spy mission that you’re not allowed to tell anyone about ;)

#6

David | 2005 / 03 / 10 – 09:19

Re #5: Dammit Clair, there’s my cover blown. Now I’ll have to silence you all. ;)

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