Collecting rosehips and checking a phone-to-WP issue.
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Entirely the wrong time of year to be pruning a wild climbing rose, but it’s gone monster and is screening off a bed that needs immediate attention, so down it comes. It’s the time of year where we have to cut down obstacles and let in all the light there is left.
Closed a big deal last night after weeks of stress, slept exactly eight hours, Fitbit readiness score of 43, and now I am sinking ristretto in preparation to go outside and start getting the neglected garden back under control. I won’t get it all done today, but I’ll be happy if I can make a dent and finish a couple of things. I feel like I can think and breathe again. Here we go.
ON DECK: Putting finishing touches on a script, Zoom call, phone conference, outlining – it’s going to be an extremely stressful day, but right now it looks like I’m on track to spend the weekend daytimes working in the garden.
INBOX: 87
LAST WATCHED: the television, which told me that I need a new television. Shit.
CONDITION:
SHIPPING FORECAST: Today is going to be an absolute fucking monster, and I haven’t even done the newsletter yet.
I only found out about this short-run magazine the other day, when issue 2 was announced. So I ordered one immediately. Looks like they still have copies left via marshlore.com.
Issue 2 of MARSHLORE – The new ZINE created by East Anglian Musician Laura Cannell and her Artist/Curator sister Sarah Cannell. A Miscellany of stories, original artwork, folklore, and more. Inspired by the East Anglian Marshes, ancient folklore and living traditions.
A mix of thoroughly researched folklore and thoroughly made up stories.
Issue 2 features words from the cellist Lori Goldston (Earth/Nirvana), the writer/comedian Stewart Lee, and many other artists, musicians and writers.
Essex, where I live, is sort of, barely, East Anglia, depending on who you ask and probably what your own attitude is. Once upon a time it was all Guthrum Kingdom, and I grew up in a village founded as a Danelaw settlement, and I’ve always thought of myself as generally East Anglian. Ipswich were my team as a kid. Anyway. Looking forward to this.
From Imagine… Marina Abramovic: The Ugly Duckling, BBC Television. I caught this on BBC Four the other night and was particularly struck by this image. She breathes and the external skeleton flexes gently. It’s the simplest thing, but it somehow has levels and powers.
Okay, okay, I have a problem. But I saw this going cheap – Rilke’s only novel, which I’ve never read – and grabbed it. I will honestly probably stop for the year now.
The last rose of the year. Once this one falls, it will be time to savagely prune and heavily mulch the entire rose bed. They haven’t been cut back hard in many years and the soil is awful. Hell of a rose, though.
Just got the first SFX mixes on DEPARTMENT OF MIDNIGHT 103 and 104 last night. I need to finish up work fast so I can mark up those mixes by EOD Friday.
When your eyes are blurry and you ask Siri “please read out today’s date” it will say “I found this on the web” and show you some web pages you can’t read because your eyes are blurry.
It’s been a day of deliveries, so far. Now I have what should be the final weapon required in my garden arsenal for the grand battle of mass pruning and other destruction.
I will be largely unavailable this weekend because I need to construct a series of A-frames out of these in order to protect the garden bed at the back. Every time I till and amend that soil ready to do something with it, every animal in the area shows up, digs it out and shits all over it. So now it’s A-frames to suspend pegged-in netting from. Which also means I need to whittle pegs.
