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| At home 2012 |
Saturdays are writing days and today I am writing a paper which might be called 'Wunderkammer, Wunderkinder - the Hidden Adult and/or the Hidden Child' then again I may not. But its a nervous day because Abbi plays her first tournament for her new team in Oklahoma, aligned to the fact that her new US phone doesn't seem to be texting to the UK. So writing the paper is all about diversion therapy too, although, of course it needs to be be written - ah the life of an active academic, why couldn't that have been the active life of a footballer, or a guitar player, or a sex expert, engaging might have been more fun than sitting typing - how life distracts us from our chosen path. And this is how I am dressed while doing so, heating off though its winter, lots of clothes on, including the grey woollen hoodie and scarf, body warm, head cold to keep it working. I was up in Scotland last week to see my parents but it was good to see A. and R & A too. Nostalgia is death is a phrase I have used before but there is also something wonderfully warm about it too - and I am with Kundera on the 'grammatical future of nostalgia' for surely its the projected thoughts of a daydreamer and I do like to daydream (mostly about being a football and guitar playing sexpert - that'll do nicely). But the musing, Blake, in a very nice little collection bought for me some time ago, wrote:
I have no nameI am but two days old. -What shall I call thee?I happy amJoy is my name. -Sweet joy befall thee!
and I guess that pretty well sums the nostalgic up for me, its the projected thoughts of happy times and those yet to come - sigh. Nostalgia is this song:
