So my website has been updated and I’m on leave for a week, just for the crack of it. Few plans. I have mapped a ride going along the ring road and down the Diamond Creek Bike path into the CBD, which is about 45k and a precursor to doing a proper Olympic triathlon distance, which I think is 1.5k swim, 40k bike, and 10k run. Not sure I will be doing that. We’ll see how we go with the ride. If I wind up in the city I’ll take a leisurely swim at the City Baths and then – maybe – ride home, but there should be no problem about taking a train besides borrowing a Myki ticket.
Met the wonderful Miss Glenda for dinner the other night at Rumi, which is an elegant but loud Lebanese restaurant in East Brunswick. It’s Lebanese in the sense that many smart restaurants in Melbourne are Greek, French, or whatever. Ethnicity is a train track rather than a station, to mangle what Samuel Delany said about the meanings of words.
We’ve been advised to go home early or late because of the 45 degree temperatures today. I’ve been hard at work, of course, so I’m leaving late. Spare a thought for me on the bike. But I must leave sometime to save the poor pooch, who has taken to playing with his water and backup water, leaving him with nothing.
Well yes, we did get married. I haven’t posted for so long it seems that this website has been forgotten. In fact I’ve grown a little allergic to this whole business of publishing on line because of a couple of site invasions by phishers. Wordpress has almost been ditched; I’ve had a go at the security and gotten rid of the unwieldy – and so, risky – Leftwrites. But I suspect that it will only slow the attackers…. Had a word (several) to the service provider, who don’t notify you if you have trouble, though they have services that do that for them.
Well the wedding is nearly here and with it the honeymoon. We’re determined to travel light this time – a four wheel drive seems packed for two weeks on the road but we’re talking two 32 L day packs – and we’re casting about for novels to take with us.
They are, aren’t they? I mean there are lots of embarrassingly bad
songs. And also there are no bad songs. I mean it is the fact that
people get out there and sing them, in car parks, shopping centres, yes,
on stages, swimming along on the left hand of the lane – or the right,
as Frank Sinatra did – and the song that moves you comes later.
It’s always hard to say how things are going with a novel. *I* reckon
it’s going well. So does Jill. Anyway, one can talk about what one has
read and how it relates, at least a bit. This is a good thing. I mean,
it’s fun. There is a rather out-of-date link to the research on the
right hand of this website, under Latest Novel.