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I want to go back to sleeeeeep!
Oct. 8th, 2003 06:47 amBut I can't. Duh. I hate how I'm feeling when I got too little sleep. So let's hope there won't be much to do at the office today.
Yesterday morning was dedicated to an immensely important (coughcough) meeting. If I didn't know that not all men (i.e. males) are the same, or if I only knew those whom I've seen at meetings, I think I'd have turned into a man-hater (and certainly not a man-eater) a long time ago. Male behaviour at meetings certainly evokes some of their most atavistic instincts--the round table replaces the fire, the laptop and other assorted paraphernalia take the place of weapons and tiger-teeth-necklaces etc. I'm pretty sure that, if only they dared, they'd hit their ribcages with their fists instead of rising a polite hand holding a golden pen when they want to speak.
Apart from these amusing observations and this limerick( Read more... ), the whole thing was terribly boring.
Afterwards I went home for a quick lunch, then to the hospital--poor mother's knee surgery had been postponed to today, so I kept her company in the afternoon.
And then directly to Klaus, who had cooked dinner and gave me lovely birthday presents (drawing utensils--is there anything more ecstasy-inducing than the smooth, clean surface of good drawing paper, beckoning to you?) We spent the late afternoon/evening watching his 20+ year-old videos of a TV production called 'Lieben Sie Klassik?', i.e. a once-a-week show featuring the Viennese opera, presented by a then-famous critic. We wallowed in nostalgia and sentimentality--we'd seen lots of the stuff together, live--and came to the conclusion that we're getting old, because we kept telling each other that this opera house has really gone downhill since then. Unfortunately, this is not only due to our respective venerable ages, but mostly to the fact that the standard has gone down dramatically. Hopefully things will get better now that Seiji Ozawa is the new artistic director.
I've put 'Full Circle' up on aff.net, bcause I didn't want the usual ff.net suspects to read it. This morning I discovered that they have a chapter length limit, had to take it down, divide it and put it up again. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lablanche for having dropped a hint.
As I said in a previous entry, Orpheus is stirring again. I'll never cease to wonder, I think, at how much of an obstacle two pages of crap written in a bad mood can be. Once I'd deleted them, the muse quit sulking and now seems quite ready to cooperate further.
Yesterday morning was dedicated to an immensely important (coughcough) meeting. If I didn't know that not all men (i.e. males) are the same, or if I only knew those whom I've seen at meetings, I think I'd have turned into a man-hater (and certainly not a man-eater) a long time ago. Male behaviour at meetings certainly evokes some of their most atavistic instincts--the round table replaces the fire, the laptop and other assorted paraphernalia take the place of weapons and tiger-teeth-necklaces etc. I'm pretty sure that, if only they dared, they'd hit their ribcages with their fists instead of rising a polite hand holding a golden pen when they want to speak.
Apart from these amusing observations and this limerick( Read more... ), the whole thing was terribly boring.
Afterwards I went home for a quick lunch, then to the hospital--poor mother's knee surgery had been postponed to today, so I kept her company in the afternoon.
And then directly to Klaus, who had cooked dinner and gave me lovely birthday presents (drawing utensils--is there anything more ecstasy-inducing than the smooth, clean surface of good drawing paper, beckoning to you?) We spent the late afternoon/evening watching his 20+ year-old videos of a TV production called 'Lieben Sie Klassik?', i.e. a once-a-week show featuring the Viennese opera, presented by a then-famous critic. We wallowed in nostalgia and sentimentality--we'd seen lots of the stuff together, live--and came to the conclusion that we're getting old, because we kept telling each other that this opera house has really gone downhill since then. Unfortunately, this is not only due to our respective venerable ages, but mostly to the fact that the standard has gone down dramatically. Hopefully things will get better now that Seiji Ozawa is the new artistic director.
I've put 'Full Circle' up on aff.net, bcause I didn't want the usual ff.net suspects to read it. This morning I discovered that they have a chapter length limit, had to take it down, divide it and put it up again. Thanks to
lablanche for having dropped a hint.As I said in a previous entry, Orpheus is stirring again. I'll never cease to wonder, I think, at how much of an obstacle two pages of crap written in a bad mood can be. Once I'd deleted them, the muse quit sulking and now seems quite ready to cooperate further.
