December 2001

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What a Night    December 20, 2001
What a night. I came home, and it wasn't 8:30pm, it was 9:45pm. Where did the time go? I called my neighbours to say hello and Merry Christmas and Happy New Years and I will see you in 2002, and they were just sitting down to dinner. That is the best part about England. The 10-to-10 rule just does not...

Where Is Me    December 19, 2001
So, I am wondering, where is me, and why do I think I am there? If you start at my toes and work your way up, there is a lot of space covered while you work your way up the six feet of me. Eighteen inches across. Nine inches deep. (I measured! There is this beautiful old ruler here that...

Goodbye Number One, Farewell Mr. Two    December 18, 2001
Oh, sadness and joy! Always intertwined. So tightly linked it is sometimes difficult to tell which is which and where the sadness begins and joy ends. This is the last chapter of this little saga. The end of the road. Pets no more. Even though I was still fighting Death's icy grip on Sunday, I had to get the apartment...

Clever with Electrons    December 14, 2001
With apologies, I am sick. Sore throat, nose a world-class snot factory, every skin-cell on my face in pain due to constant abrasion from snot-related activities, and a general feeling of overall muddiness. Worse yet, last night was our Christmas party at work (well, not AT work, unlike the poor Saltmine buggers in Seattle, for whom the best that Santa...

Bed Bugs    December 13, 2001
My cockroach incident has officially been elevated into a rash of cockroach intrusions. My menagerie has doubled in size. There I was, minding my own business, trying to do some laundry. I strolled into the kitchen to check if the clothes were dry, just as innocent as you please. And what should race speedily across my vision but the twin...

Drinking With the Brits    December 12, 2001
“It is always the clients who have no money who are the greatest hassle in trying to finish a project. They are always the ones who are going to hound you about the placement of a full stop.” In the same way that lots of Brits say "stroke" instead of "slash", I hear a whole lot of 'full stop'ing instead...

Animals and Vegetarians    December 10, 2001
There has been some fascinating stuff in my email lately. I am going to shamelessly republish them. Blah blah text is copyright of the owners blah blah... First off, from my friend A~, ex Saltminer, who I understand is still rocking out the unemployed way: "An essay written by a vegetarian friend: chicken broth why don't some vegetarians eat chicken...

"It's not my birthday, it's not today...."    December 08, 2001
True the other 364 days of the non leap years, but ah, birthdays. The problem with having a birthday in London is whether you should adhere to the spirit of the law, or the letter of the law? It is even difficult to decide what is the spirit and what is the letter? For example, they tell me that I...

Breakup Chats    December 07, 2001
Is it just me, or are post-breakup rehashings of your ex-relationship particularly aggravating? You have already broken up. You have said, hey, I am sure that you are a great person in the right context, but I have to confess that I cannot provide that context to you. You and I as we are all wrapped up. I wish you...

Quotes    December 07, 2001
"We would all be idle if we could." Samuel Johnson "No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford." Samuel Johnson There are a couple of volumes of quotations among the few hundred books here in my new flat. "The greatest pleasure I know, is...

Reading in Place    December 05, 2001
[One thing about cockroaches is that they are stubborn little buggers. If they are not inclined to move, they do not move. Tap on the Brita jug as much as you like, he is staying planted until you provide some sort of meaningful motivation for his movement. Stubborn bugger. At this rate I will never teach him any tricks.] Everyone...

My New Pet    December 04, 2001
Well, now I just feel bad. Only twenty-four hours ago, I was commenting in what I can understand could easily be seen as a complaining sort of way about my new flat. And now today I discover just how wrong I was, and how considerate London is being to me. I am properly ashamed. Someone somewhere must have known how...

The New Flat    December 03, 2001
So, I have now been crammed into the new, tiny space which will be my housing for the next three months. I had promised myself that I would stop complaining about it after Sunday, but then I got to work today, and I had not finished this entry, and everyone at work was asking me what I did this weekend,...