It feels like this post needs a little preamble. I started writing this post in the very early days of 2019, but for a number of reasons and a series of interruptions it took me quite a while to finish. This is going quite a bit against my intentions concerning this blog and these Recent Exploits posts, and the challenge will be to learn ways to be more productive and write more effortless. I hope this will be an exciting undertaking and result in content people will enjoy to read. Events that have transpired in the meanwhile will feature in the next post which, hopefully, will be coming about a bit more swiftly.
We’re well into the new year, without me having indulged into any New Years post… The following deals with last year, actually, but I am not about to embark on a a full recount of the bygone year – you can get a decent overview of my 2018 hijinks by reading through previous posts, unsystematic as that may be – but merely at the most recent items of noteworthyness… and only those, that took place since the last post in early November. Believe me, it wasn’t supposed to take that long….
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“It’s funny, you live in the universe, but you never get to do these things until someone comes to visit.“ sez Dr. Zoidberg in Futurama‘s “I Dated a Robot” episode (S03E01) when Fry suggest to go see the Edge of the Universe.
I didn’t visit the edge of the Universe this bygone week, no at least not that I’m aware of, but Zoidberg’s bonmot rings true on a – pardon – more universal level and thus equally applies to London. Where, thanks to a friend from way back visiting, I got to see places and things (& the inevitable people that go with them) that I hadn’t visited in years. Or never even been to at all. So it goes. That visit from my friend, btw., shall serve as excuse for this being another one of those bi-weekly rather than weekly posts. I got started early enough, but the distractions of old acquaintances not forgot, all crammed into the tiny spaces of a London flat, as well as the streets of – and tunnels under the city – and some of it’s meadows green proved too much distraction and provided not enough contemplative alone time for the ponderings that bring forth these wild-waters & sometimes (read: more often) puddles, which we call stream of consciousness, that end up filling the hypertext pages of this here blog. Back to those waters:
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