The first week at work has gone well - I'm sort of tentative about such statements, but in the sense that I've learned stuff, enjoyed my job and felt somewhat positive, its a success. Today started bright and early - messed around and listened to the radio, then went out. Have had vague plans to visit a small used book store for a few weeks. It's been there for years of course, but somehow I never made it. A brief visit yielded a treasure (for me) and a (hopefully apposite) gift for someone else. I need to spend a day or two in there however. Wandered in the sunshine for awhile, but ended up a little bored and frustrated, despite an important and encouraging phonecall. Lately things have oscillated oddly between positive/negative in strange ways - I won't even mention last weekends electrocution, which the daylog skipped in disbelief. Anyway, today I lost socks which blew away in the wind as I tried to dry them. Does this qualify me for some good stuff? Does the fact a neighbour later returned them disqualify me? As a diversion, and because I think its rather splendid, here is a poem by someone important to me.
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.
