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Exodus Advent: 87 Days To Go   Leave a comment

Burn, 12 hours later.

 

Injury of the day: Got out of the shower and towelled off; then, bending to pick up my underwear I burned my butt against the towel heater/radiator.  That’s my world: I need a Safe Word for my fucking house. (FYI: In real life, it’s “Oxford,” because if you’ve arrived at “Oxford” the fun is over.)

Sent 200kg of parts and derelict equipment saved for parts to the skip, today.  Very satisfying although I would take a lot of it with me if I could; no one here is ever going to use any of it (they’ll need it, but they wouldn’t recognise that fact nor even that it is something that would fill that need).  Also, started bringing boxes into the house for early packing.

 

 

 

 

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Posted September 25, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in work

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Exodus Advent: 88 Days To Go   Leave a comment

Monday 24th September and there are 88 days left until I am furloughed.

Walking past a glass wall on my way to the lab, I saw a pigeon fall to the floor near a dying tropical plant.  It must have flown into the side of Chemistry Research Lab unaware of the mistake it had made.  Metaphor.

Also, got a firm start date at the new job of 3 January, two weeks short of the 10th anniversary of my start at Cambridge.  Spent most of the day clearing out instrument spares no one will ever use here once I’m gone.  Catharsis.

Posted September 24, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in work

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Exodus Advent: 89 Days To Go   Leave a comment

Crossed the 90 days remaining mark yesterday.  We didn’t have Dom Perignon (↑), but they were better bubbles than usual.

Started a massive To Do list to try to keep focused and productive this final stretch.  Edited Jackie’s citizenship forms and booked in a final checking service appointment.  Awaiting confirmation of start date to see when to move from here.  Can’t stop thinking about boxes — where to get them, how much to pack away now, etc.  All is chaos.

Nearly cut my left thumb off whittling last night.  The blade is sort of a surgical blade, curved and larger than the ones at work but essentially a scalpel.  Shouldn’t do pull cuts on such stiff wood (some really old rosewood from the arms of the Chinese Sex Chair) nor when the hands are really tired (I had been hacking away for 4 hours by then) nor, especially, when I’m that high.  It was not at all difficult to dislodge the blade from the bone but it definitely was stuck into it, about a midway between the knuckles.  A deep cut, it is only about a cm long so I’m not too bothered.  The sculpture is planned to be a hare in full flight and finally starting to assume shape close enough for me to start the fine carving.

 

Posted September 23, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in work

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Farewell to Oxford   1 comment

 

Or should that be, “Good Riddance?”

Regardless, it’s a long goodbye.  I’ve been tunnelling out of this dump for more than 3 years and I’ve still got a 3 month notice to work out.  But, “up here, I’m already gone”:

 

 

 

 

Posted September 20, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in work

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This Week I Have Been Mostly Reading …   1 comment

 

I don’t have many people at work I consider friends and one of them left the labs for good, yesterday, frustrated by the nonsense in the University, the Department, the lab and his research group.  He lasted nearly 2 years before The Great Funk (not the good kind, either) set in.  The brightest burn out the quickest (while a dim bulb like meself carries on toward the 10 year mark).  We didn’t have many conversations but every one of them was engrossing, intense, and completely free range (not free ranging, but free range, like chickens pecking at the soil).  During one of these, an offhand comment about acid during a longer discussion of one of my frequent head injuries (the one where I was struck by a falling tree whilst running in a snowstorm near Athens, Georgia) stuck with him; not a tripper himself but open to it, he applied his freakish eidetic memory to a choice of parting gifts and presented me with Michael Pollan’s How To Change Your Mind: The New Science of Psychedelics.  I am touched by this unusually thoughtful gift and I hope he knows how much I will cherish it (not least because I was going to buy it for myself when it comes out in a trades/paper edition).

I have also been reading my twit feed fairly regularly and recently added Existential Comics to list of followed accounts.  This is a recent one, typical of the genre:

 

 

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Posted December 13, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in work

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Edward VIII Postbox #6 and other Birmingham stuff   4 comments

 

I went to Birmingham for a job interview because I am sick to my fucking gills of one individual at Oxford who will neither fuck off nor die.  Announcing my intention to leave was supposed to encourage our boss to get him to do the former.  He’ll have to go to the wrong (or right) part of the States for me to have any influence on the latter.  But, a job I could do came up and I put in a half-assed performance today in case neither preferable opportunity arose.

I was also pretty sure the trip would mark my 2000th pub and, while walking toward #1999 I glanced over and spotted the most pristinely preserved Edward VIII pillar I have yet seen (that’s 6, so far).  This MUST be an auspicious sign (but of what?).

 

 

I really think I would like it here, too.  From the massive market between the main rail stations to the University was about a 30 minute stroll along the canal.

 

 

Obey!

 

 

The job, which I have serious doubts I will get, is in buildings either side of the walk from this sculpture to the tower in the background:

More Brummie stuff in the pub write-ups when I get to them:

The Anchor #1999

The Woodman #2000

The Square Peg #2001

The Peaky Blinders #2002

 

Posted November 28, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Tourism, work

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