A day of long awaited culminations. Finally the scientist met the romanticist, and oddly spoke about theft of public property and typefaces. Still, it was sort of fitting that it should occur on the very day that we found ourselves quaffing champagne on the footsteps of the halls of learning. Confusing whirlwinds of disappointment, affirmation and reassurance. A very, very strange day indeed - and one that will go down in history. My disquiet about learning and employment reached some sort of crisis point today. Really quite confused about how to proceed.
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
