Who’s on top?

I love morning meetings. Most weeks I have an early morning (networking) meeting on Wednesday and Thursday. I love them. Get up early, get out and get started…it sets me up for a productive and focussed day.

When I was doing my masters, I did most of my work and night. I would normally be in my office at the university until about 02:30 or so. For some reason it seemed easier to do creative work in the soft light of a lamp, rather than the harsh bright light of day. When I switched to my PhD, I started doing more and more focussed writing in the morning.

The night time is for day-dreaming (huh?). I can let my mind wander. Think of the new thing, try what I haven’t tried before.

The day time is getting it done. You know what you want and you do it. Write hard. Write fast.

If there is anything I miss about being in the university, it’s the evening sessions in my office. I miss pacing around turning over music in my head. I miss doing my ‘rocky’ air-punching when I came up with a new idea.

But mornings have stayed the same – take an idea and get it done.

And on that note, I’m off to write.

-j

It’s not as bad as it sounds.

It was a long fucking day, and I’m not sure why. My patience at work this afternoon was really really low, and yet we got a lot accomplished. I think I may have been acting really bitchy as well.

On the plus side, I can now draw a picture of a boy peeing into the wind without getting ejected from an art show.

So yeah, you just miss some things more.

-j

I’m optimistic. Who would have thought I could last more than 6 hours keeping this pledge? It doesn’t hurt that most of the time has been in bed, but who is counting?

Woke up this morning to a FB message from an old Uni friend – apparently Raymond Monelle isn’t in the best of health right now. I liked Raymond (still do). He has a wonderful sense of humour, an encyclopaedic knowledge of music, and is hysterical when slightly tipsy (playing the piano at staff parties).

He and I taught first year Music Analysis for a couple of years together. It was a lot of fun (plus I got to give someone a 0 for blatant, and excessive, plagiarism).

Keep going my man (how are the horses?)….

-j

Well this may not work. I’ll say that up front. Conversations should never lead to promises, particularly when they have involved a certain Gareth Thomas.

I’m going to try to write some sort of update ever day. Some may be good, some may be bad. Some may make sense. Some may not.

Today was good. Good business development meetings, a good lunch and a cracking good squash match with mr Robertson.

Update on injuries:
Back
Right knee
Right thigh
Both feet
Right wrist

I need some deep heat.

Night

-j

Right, I’ve got a first date on Sunday. We’re going to the Zoo. Don’t laugh at that, I’m actually really excited about that. The zoo is a terrific place to go to and it strikes me as a pretty good date location. To be fair, that’s from first-hand experience.

It did get me thinking, though. Do favourite animals point you towards character traits? My favourite place in the zoo is the Gorilla Hut, and my favourite animals are the penguins. But surely everyone likes penguins. How the fuck can you not like penguins?

If she shows up and her favourite animal is a cougar, should I be worried?

-j

ho hum.

It’s Sunday morning. I have a coffee in my hand (well on my desk), and I BBC iPlayer on in the background. At the moment, I’m watching Nick Hewar going from Turkey to Kazakhstan on my SHITTY INTERNET CONNECTION. I’m slightly addicted to any and all travel shows at the moment.

Work is progressing on some of the new pieces I’ve been playing around with. I’m kind of at an impasse with the piano miniatures, as I’d forgotten that I actually don’t like the piano very much. It’s a nice enough instrument, I suppose, but I’m just not feeling it right now. Too mechanical….Too clunky.

By the way, the woman Nick is travelling with is a fucking nightmare.

-j

Now that I have internet again (and can breathe) I settled down to catch up with my daily dose of Jon Stewart, only to be denied.

It turns out that, within the space of me moving flat and setting up my new broadband account, TDS has decided to block the UK web users from watching clips on their site.

Fuck you.

What’s the point of that? Us ex-pats have to suffer because we moved? I missed the part where people paid to see comedy central’s website.

It’s not Jon’s fault, but TDS has just gone down in my opinion.

-j

(ps. fuck you)

Thank god for the Obama administration, eh? We worried that it wouldn’t be as funny anymore without Bush to kick around – and we were wrong. Fox News has stepped their moronic games up a notch.

Tea bagging? Honest?

We should have more news stories about balls…

-j

Well, I came over to andy’s tonight to continue our lost week. I brought over fajitas and everything.

But it’s wow time again so he got pulled into a raid. Bloody wow.

Having said that, his new team (guild?) seems to be kicking ass.

Slashcry – you stopped me from lost, but I salute your dedication.

-j

You had me at sex. And then you lost me.

Oh dear lord. Senior’s life awaits us all huh?

-jordan