Social network singularity.

I can no longer rely on Facebook, G-Mail or other e-mail, the SMS facility on my phone, or Twitter to keep me in timely contact with anybody ever. Just as nobody can rely on my weblog to keep them up to date with my goings on. I wonder what the bang-crunch-bang theory of social universes will throw up next.

Meanwhile I have stopped looking for real estate property to purchase. My theory about a slow period after Christmas was proved wrong by the financial news of various real estate sales records being set in recent months. My new theory is the price of things which meet all other criteria has risen beyond the price criterion. Be that as it may, Shy has changed her mind about things and so now it is over. Also, I found out last week that Linda no longer plans to move in with Anne, so my residential status is quo for the foreseeable future.

Tomorrow I start a nine week improvisation course, which is nice.  ¶ 18:01 2 comments

  This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behavior, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail; and my nativity was under Ursa Major; so that it follows I am rough and lecherous." Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
Edmund, "King Lear" Act I, Scene ii  ¶ 18:15 1 comments

  Easter pentathlon.

Event one: move the boxes of property belonging to Emma-Jean and Gavin from the old place to the new place. All the boxes. Team members Gavin, James and Shy successfully executed the process before the original deadline, negotiating garbage collection vehicles and including lunch. Then the furniture removalists told Gavin they were running four hours late.

Event two: drove Ma and Libby to Sydney. Ma’s late inclusion in the team required a bigger car than mine i.e. hers. I remembered to bring my e-tag for the tollways but the combination of a busy help line and a dysfunctional website meant it didn’t matter; we’ll have to go through the process of transferring the charges to my account after Ma receives the invoices.

Event three: Emma-Jean’s birthday. My clever friend returned from a vacation in the United States of America just in time for Gavin and me to meet her at the airport and celebrate her anniversary. Amongst the revelries were such deeds as eating birthday cake and watching Clash of the Titans. Many happy returns of the day, Emma-Jean.

Event four: tag-team parental units. Ma returned home via the railway station prior to Pa’s arrival (via the same railway station). There was a close encounter with the telephone in the morning but nothing came of it. All in all there were thirteen family members (Andy, Brianna, Chrissy, Frank, Jo, Koko, Leone, Libby, Luke, Mikey, Nils, Sean and Sue) in the house over the weekend – how very ‘last supper’ of us.

Event five: drove Emma-Jean and Gavin back to Canberra, which was nice. Next year I hope to stay in town and conduct a proper* pentathlon. I expect it won't happen.

*Not an Olympic pentathlon, just a five stage event.  ¶ 17:00 0 comments