Month: May 2005

“What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our world of tomorrow”

I suspect that’s a Budhha quote. I like it alot. I’m going to have to tie these together soon.

Voted just after 9am, Green as explained yesterday. The place was completely empty aside from one old lady in front of me, I wonder how low turnout will be.

I was astounded that I there was no id check. Our polling cards for everyone in our flat block (8 flats) went through the front door and I just picked mine up when I got in one evening. So I assumed I needed some photo id too…but it said nothing about it at all. So I went along without, give them my polling card and that was that. I could have taken a polling card for several others in my flat and use that. The old lady in front of me was simply asked her name and address. She had some bills instead of a polling card but they didn’t even ask to look at them. How in the hell does all that work?

I am somewhat annoyed that I can’t go home and spend the evening watching the election results as they come in but it’s Nichola’s birthday and so it’s out and about in town. It should be fairly clear from around 2am so I should be in by then and perhaps a quick look on the TV before heading to bed.

Google bring out Beta of products that most other companies would happily release as a finished product. I’ve love to see what they are sitting on for the next few months.

http://webaccelerator.google.com/

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

John Donne

I’ve been stuck trying to remember that all day. It’s important.

Still pretty tired. A quiet night last night but not an early one. I did head to the pub as expected and it was good to see Sam again for a while. It was after 11.30 before I got to bed so not too surprising that I was late in this morning. Not badly but enough. I was going to see a film with my flatmate this evening but I think I’ll just go home and catch up on a couple of TV programs and then head to bed.

I’m reading The Year Of Our War by Steph Swainston. Good quotes by John Courtenay Grimwood and Richard Morgan sold me on it and quite right they were too. It’s lots of fun. Mainly decent characters, the lead is annoying but seems very much to be designed that way and acknowledges it throughout. I’m enjoying it a whole lot.

It’s a quiet enough day around here. I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to use my respecs. I’m not coming up with too much so far. I think I’ll just be working it so that I get some more slots sorted early. Get all of my nice things slotted well and worry about the powers at a later date. I need to do this for my healer at the least. Perma-Hasten is so very nice and I only got to it late when I could do with slots on other things. It’s looking very much like I need to get these onto Test and check em out. Be good to make 28 on my Defender too.

Lots on tomorrow. First off it’s out early so I can vote before heading to work. Greens for me this time around. I was dithering alot between Labour (Glenda Jackson being a decent MP), Lib Dems (as a semi protest, semi lefty vote) and Green (as a I like them alot). I was doing some reading up and my local Green candidate just missed out on a local council seat last time around. She admits the aim of this election is to get enough votes to keep her deposit and then to run for local again. I like the honesty in that and so it sold me.

Tomorrow evening is a birthday party for one of the girls here. Off into town after work for what should be a good evening. Lots of good people headed out.

More on that later.

Back in London and I’m completely shattered. I was up at 4.45 this morning to get on the first flight into Heathrow. Madness, I won’t be doing that one again anytime soon. It doesn’t help that was I wasn’t in bed until after 5 the night before and that I went to the pub last night.

So in short
– I find myself looking at Dublin with less and less nostalgia and more and more hope.
– Everyone is odd, some more than others. It is not a bad thing.
– This whole optimism thing isn’t perhaps the worst thing in the world.
– Sometimes paranoia is just a wrong number.
– Other times it’s a sign of things to come.
– Having no late night public transport on a bank holiday Sunday is a fucking disgrace.
– Most of my day has been quite stressed. Not everyone here is working on the same page and it’s causing problems.

I’m close to falling asleep here and I’m not actually writing anything so more at some stage later.

Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.

Gabriel García Márquez

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