Miscellany

[smokingboot]

Huh. Vivid dream about IA. He phoned and we talked, though awkwardly. My words came out in a rush, he did more listening than speaking. The phone call ended amicably enough. We were both in a freeform, he was playing someone called Zeus, I was playing a character called Rowena of the Cauldron. It occurred to me that I had never liked the name, that in fact I didn't want to play this character at all, and I wandered off to find someone else to play or something else to do. I then saw him sitting on a bench with three other people, SB and two I didn't know. We noted each other and carried on pleasantly without drama, me wandering somewhere among strange walls with holes in them.

Don't know what to make of that really.

In sport more satisfying than the Olympics*, I watched Dominic Cummings' twitter joust with people who don't subscribe to three word slogans. His answers to the questions regarding the NI issue were edifying:

https://twitter.com/Dominic2306/status/1419305167128760331

He seriously thought the answer was that somehow they would manoeuvre Macron into insisting on sundering the Republic of Ireland from the EU? What? And this he calls 'realpolitik.' He's not Machiavelli, nor even an average political thinker, he's a marketing man who can play the most easily played. I don't doubt that he's working for Gove, but there seems also to be this personal need to monologue, revealing how clever he isn't. It's funny and appalling together.

Speaking of funny and appalling, Orb Lord, no longer fettered by the rational demands of teaching in Paris has sent me two gif/video things, in which he outlines how crop circles are spelling out his name.

Meanwhile, I have shopped all I can for Malta. Friends have given us excellent tips on where to go and what to do, and all that remains is to pack and go.


* Truth to tell, I pretty much detest all sport... except occasionally Rugby.