Wednesday 4 November 2015

Reincarnation, preincarnation, yellow carnartion?

It's a Wednesday in early November, and the darkness has been upon us for many hours already. It has been a week with three students in three days so far, and yet another scheduled on the morrow. Original thoughts are scarce, and bursts of inquisitiveness are fleeting. On the other hand, while hunting down a new student's address earlier, I did wonder just what happens in streets where new houses are built in the free spaces. Do all the numbers change, or do A's and B's suddenly erupt with a vengeance, in true Baker Street style? Perhaps either can happen, depending on the situation?

Creativity can take some damage in the darkened months of the year, where here we we will have a lot less than eight hours of day time in the depths of December. Truly, if we have problems with depressions here, then I can understand how people fall apart completely in the Arctic, Alaska and Siberia. We may be adaptable creatures, but some sunlight is definitely required for survival! Or is it? Are we really secretly mole-people from Planet Z, plotting to take over our own world? Maybe that's it? Oh, those mole-people! Oh, if only I hadn't already made that gag!

The first version of this post started out trying to be interminable reiterations of the importance of language, to which I now write: 'Blurgel! To tosheroos with it all! There will be no peace as long as Kirk lives!' If I have to keep on making insane job applications for things I should be able to do easily, then what is the point of being serious about it all? Is that too cynical? Blast. Maybe it is. I'll put on the counselling dockets for the next three incarnations, as well as the renewed preoccupation with 'Star Trek', which I didn't pay attention to properly for decades. Oh, and put down 'obsessive preoccupation with lemons for preincarnation counselling, which is just as important, and order the lesser seen red carnations for both, which exemplify indulgence in tangents and bad jokes.

As crashes sound from the kitchen, wolves howl at the moon, and the theme to 'Superted' gets caught in my mind, it's time to finish up and get down to the serious business of getting through the book pile. It's a fascinating mix, undermined by a shortage of relaxation time...

O.

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