Finally got every­thing back home tonight (thanks for help Selo!) which was good. Not that I’m going to be around long enough to even setup these mix­ers. Oh, yeah, I bought mix­ers. Haven’t had time to blog about that yet. (Does any­one else get the irony of blog­ging about not hav­ing enough time?) I’ll be away at Kyck­start for the week­end, which seemed like a good idea at the time (it’s just that I later realised that’s this week­end, EU Arts fac week­end away is next week­end, and I didn’t really have a hol­i­day in “hol­i­days” at all). Mean­while, uni assess­ments hover over the hori­zon (I sup­pose), and par­en­thet­i­cal com­ments don’t par­tic­u­larly help.

I should sleep before mid­night some­time, but any chance of read­ing for plea­sure would be aban­doned in such an action. I miss that. It is now an expec­ta­tion that lit­er­a­ture will be bor­ing, the only enter­tain­ment aris­ing from an idea, a muse that stems from analy­sis: the magic of nar­ra­tive aban­doned. There is an expected path for all things, and no beauty is seen in the lan­guage employed – read­ings assume an antic­i­pated form, for they are read­ings, not things to be read. For those, there is lit­tle time. The light glows bright­est just before it blows… Ondaatje? I checked. The chase was thrilling, find­ing lan­guage that was not wholly alien and con­cepts that were beau­ti­fully expressed. There is no middle-english rhetoric for empha­sis. We mightn’t be the pin­na­cle of civil­i­sa­tion, but it’s easy for things to feel that way when jux­ta­pos­ing cer­tain texts (this is not a blan­ket statement).

This post is wind­ing down towards sleep, just clear­ing ideas. Anzac ideas are still there… again, not a blan­ket state­ment (I can’t think lucidly enough at present to post about it, so it may slip from my con­scious­ness for a while… later.). A sequence of ideas drawn from snip­pets of expe­ri­ence. Which is, really, all we have. Expo­si­tion will come at some point though we know not when. Is it futile to rush that expe­ri­ence of dis­cov­ery? Prob­a­bly. It will come as equal shock irre­spec­tive of age, per­haps, to learn that there is devi­a­tion from what one per­ceives as ‘real’, ‘nor­mal’. It is all fascinating.

Bal­anc­ing that dis­cov­ery with the devel­op­ment of skills is some­thing else alto­gether. Where is there time for pas­sive application?

Next week things will improve. Appar­ently uni stu­dents never develop nor­mal sleep­ing pat­terns whilst still study­ing. Tempt­ing not to bother trying ;-)

Now… I must pack and then sleep. Or sleep and pack tomor­row morn­ing. I know other peo­ple have far greater com­mit­ments and are jug­gling far more at present, which is… simul­ta­ne­ously hum­bling and incom­pre­hen­si­ble. It should be a good weekend.

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