Bored now...

I realised today this blog has gotten a bit lifeless. The thing is that things have been swinging between being too eventful to have time to write about, and not actually eventful enough to have anything to say! Plus, have just been through some very heavy times. Mike getting attacked made me realise how we'd gotten all screwed up over what has happened and forgotten how to be friends. Hopefully that is all over now, and we can get our friendship back on track.

I have finished all my courses at university now, and now have only a few things left: 1 months of frantic dissertation and essay writing, 1 exam, and then four months of summer before I graduate. Then I will really have to think about what to do next :) I have been thinking about applying to do an MA next year. There's this really cool course at QMW about Metropolis and Empire. BUT: a) I think this may be me copping out of more exciting but scary plans to travel on my own next year. b) if I don't travel do I really want to retreat even further into acedemia maybe never to return c) if i want to do an MA maybe I should do it abroad and d) maybe if i'm not travelling it's time to get a real job :)

In the meantime I have been getting excited about Mexico :)

Otherwise, I have been spending too long sitting here, not enough time doing my essays, and far far too much time on PP.

Duncan blogged again today (Thank you for your letter, by the way, if you read this!). As usual it's fucking amazing to read about his travels:

To run a favour for Rosemary (who is having grief cashing traveler’s cheques as her signatures were not identical) I visit the Commercial Bank of Bahar Dar’s Manager. While a secretary runs for a photocopy we have a short conversation. It is very hot today. ‘It is hot today.’ I venture in Amharic. He agree and he goes on in English to tell me that it is getting hotter each year, that Ethiopia is getting hotter, the forests have all been cut down, the population is growing too fast and the North Pole is melting.
I agree that things are ruined and express my hope that things can be turned around.
‘You think so?’ he queries skeptically, rhetorically.
‘I think it is too late. The humans must be punished.’


As I cycle home I reflect on his Biblical message of doom. I remember a story Arto had told me:
He saw an old man sat by the lakeside weeping. He asked what was wrong. The old man was weeping for the lake. He has lived all his life next to the lake and he has never seen it so small, so weak, so low.

Check out the rest of it here.

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