Virtual Office Monday 27th July

[byslantedlight]

Back to work... It was a nice weekend though, despite lots of rain yesterday. I tried to keep off the computer a bit, and give my eyes a break, but they're still complaining a bit now - and I've not even started the day's work yet. Eeep! The weekend looked like this though...

There was a lavender farm...
And a wee walk through a peaceful valley...
...until I found a neolithic longbarrow...

It was a lovely sunny day on Saturday too - perfect for the escape!

Sunday was grey and rain, rain, rain, but that was actually good too, cos I read, and cleaned and actually baked too - blackcurrant flapjack, which worked out so much better than I'd hoped! Someone gave me a load of blackcurrants, which I've never been mad on, but actually I think I could be converted... *g*

But now it's Monday, and there must be work... I'd quite like there to be some Pros too - I'm reading Larton again, as my bed-time book, and eyeing my dvds, and thinking about the lads... CI5 lads, and Victorian lads, and just... lads. *g* Maybe I should watch an ep tonight... what ep should I watch...? Suggestions please - it's so hard to choose otherwise! *g*

Today's work
Job 1 pgs 1-5 - Oh good. It's one of those assignments where I'm basically translating and rewriting the paper, not proofreading at all... *headdesk*
Job 1 pgs 6-10
Job 1 pgs 11-15
Job 1 pgs 16-19

Job 1 pgs 1-5
Job 1 pgs 6-10
Job 1 pgs 11-15
Job 1 pgs 16-20

Fiddle practice
Hack track mile - No. Rats.
Writing - No. Much rats.

Comments

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

A whole farm-full of lavender, that must have smelled amazing! If only there were such a thing as rose-farms :-) ( I love the scent of roses even more). And a neolithic barrow. Wow.

I sometimes like to remind myself how almost unimaginable our way of life would seem to people of that era, and wonder if our own imaginations fall just as far short if we in turn try to dream up how people might be living in the future, after a similar lapse of time ... but I suspect that things will never be quite so unimaginable again, if only because we are now used to the idea that things change and that cultures and technologies can change radically. If we don't fuck up the planet beyond habitability ...

Good luck with work, walk and writing!

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

The lavender smelled lovely... and there was roses too! That smelled! It was a separate little garden, and there were other flowers too, but the roses were lovely. I'd be very surprised if there weren't rose farms somewhere though - all those red ones have to come from somewhere (okay, it's probably Kenya, isn't it - and they've probably taken the smell out...)

Yes! to imaginings like that! I've been thinking that just about the Victorians, because they were actually so very very like us already in so many ways - right down to advertising and all sorts. They imagined telephones - but could they imagine telephones without wires? And mobile phones? And mobile phones connected to the internet? And the internet to start with? Back when I'm not even sure how many sets of encyclopaedia were around? Or books in general, even... Go back to more people than not being unable to read and write - that's a completely different view of the world even there...

I dunno though - I reckon the reason we can't really imagine the future isn't because it's so amazingly different (though of course it is) but because each big change is made up of so so many tiny little steps and changes. And we have to get used to things before we can start thinking about the possibility of changing them... I wonder if there's only so far we can go with our imaginations (blasphemy!) in some things - what does science fiction imagine now? Mostly, I think, the same thing it's been imagining since SF started. Something, somewhere has to spark off an idea that we've not had yet, based on our acceptance and understanding of what we already have - and we might have to wait until some of the ideas we have had catch up to the acceptance-of-normal in our brains, before we can make the next jump... Or maybe it's just me that lacks imagination. *g*