,I bought a book in a charity shop (I know, I know). It's called "Managing Difficult People." I hoped it might have some tips for self-management, and it does. So expect New and Improved Marc any day now. Oh yes. The book a slender thing, seven chapters. On page 36 there is the following "The... Continue Reading →
No longer *quite* kitten… (klaxon warning – nauseating self-absorption ahead)
So, I've been lifting weights and going on yomps and while I've put on a bit of muscle and shed a bit of lard, neither did anything for my cardio-vascular fitness. Eight days ago I got on a rowing machine and managed to do 2 minutes before having to stop. #embarrassing Every time I've gone... Continue Reading →
End of Days diary #01
I pray to the god who doesn’t exist that I can look back 18 months hence, and shake my head at the ‘hysterical’ position I was in back in June 2023. I hope I can join in the jeers of those climate denialists and ‘lukewarmists’ who say with condescension that fear of imminent collapse/apocalypse are... Continue Reading →
Juggling, Diem Carpeing, the wife, the apocalypse…
In the order they are in the title I am loving getting half an hour or so of juggling (usually three clubs, sometimes 4 balls) in everyday, normally at the nearby park. Various people have commented/complimented me on my improved skills. I know feel "in control" of the three clubs, able to switch between patterns,... Continue Reading →
One day, civwilling, I hope to say “I haven’t missed the red mist.” Or “kiss my cathARSEis.
Uggh. I think of all the people I’ve annoyed/hurt and (because I am not a saint) the opportunities I’ve squandered/never had because one of my more obvious flaws (there are several), namely anger, lack of anger management. In the word asshole the a is surely for anger (and one of the esses is for sanctimony,... Continue Reading →
Of “Oil Goggles” and the veil drawn back. Proust etc
I just put up a post on "All Our Yesterdays" about beer goggles and "oil goggles." A few things a) a good friend pointed to the wording that would allow people to reasonably infer sexism/misogyny (I used the term "arm-chewer" - I had worded things to be equal opportunity offensive, but the term itself skews... Continue Reading →
Of jigsaws and boats without dry-docks – a new friend via Zoom
The "All Our Yesterdays" project is finally working (thanks to all the new followers, btw, and especially those retweeting). By "working" I don't mean fame, fortune, influence, a book contract, podcast interviews, adoring acolytes and groupies (though some of those listed things might be nice). I mean I am in touch with people who have... Continue Reading →
Funfair mirrors and the strength to see?
Boff. There is that line in the film "Bull Durham" - let me google that for me - "The world is made for people who aren't cursed with self-awareness." Stuff has been going on of late (I have reasons for being elliptical) that got me into a more (lopy) ruminative mood than usual. And thinking... Continue Reading →
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war…
for the lead role in a cage. Yeah. Probably I did. Didn't you? Didn't we all? Or most of us at least. Somewhere between the Scylla of egomania/unfettered narcissism and the Charybdis of slave morality/abnegation for its own sake, lies... what exactly? Strutting and fretting our hour upon the burning platform, as we see our... Continue Reading →
What am I good for? Of “All Our Yesterdays” and “Yes, but let’s BELL the BLOODY CAT.” That’s about it, I think…
A house move is a chance to reflect (because I don't ever ruminate otherwise, oh not at all). So many books. So so many bloody books. So many of them not read (so many not written, too.) You get to thinking, as per my Twitter header - What has it all been for? What am... Continue Reading →
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