I’ve said it before, and will again. I am one of the luckiest people I know. Not in the Domino in Deadpool 2 kind of way, more structurally. Grew up in Australia when social democracy was still a thing. Got to see the world (south east Asia, Hong Kong, Japan, USA) with parents in 1977/8. “Good” education (at one of those schools that turn out obedient elites). More travel (hitchhiking and interrailing around Europe when you could still do that sort of thing easily)… more. educa…. yeah, cutting to the chase. I am in good health (as far as I know), there’s fresh water coming out of my tap and the Americans are unleashing Predator drones on me. That puts me ahead of a fair chunk of the population. I have an amazing (no, srsly, AMAZING wife), three cats, several books, interesting projects that have some social purpose, and trustworthy sensible smart dedicated and fun colleagues.
Sure, planet is being viciously murdered and future generations condemned to an unimaginable hellscape of a grim meathook future, but, well, that’s kinda baked in…
And here I sit in quarantine, just over 48 hours from freedom, after two weeks that have not quite sent me mad. A very very lucky man.
And today, well – read some great anthropology excerpts (blogged here).
Did some exercise.
Facebook conversations with good friends.
Watched “Went the Day Well?” , a superior invasion thriller made as propaganda during the second war (I had a big Graham Greene thing, back in the day, and it was based on a short story by him.
Tidied up an interview I did while in England and sent the transcript off to the interviewee.
Did another interview, and it was bloody brilliant. It’s a tangent to my main game, but just so fascinating that I know what I am going to be writing about once I get the other stuff done. It was with someone who was involved in the Campaign for Homosexual Equality, in Manchester, in the early 1970s. Absolutely fascinating…
Right, that will have to do for now, because tired.