although naturally it is not possible to have a beginning, middle and end. At least not when the medium is as fluid as a blog. That after all is a dipping into the river: a cup of some one life's stream. The cup cannot hold the river and the river has no one beginning to hold in any case.
And even if one were to subvert the saw and begin in the middle, then tell the beginning before coming to the end, or any other permutation of the three? It's a rare life where the living knows they're halfway.
(I wish I could have said "the liver knows they're halfway" but I got an inappropriate mental image of liver and bacon)
So, today's friday, AL is thirteen this weekend and I'll be taking her and her friends go-carting. MS is, say, six and a half. I'm forty five in a week or so and DS turned 45 last weekend. We have a cat: Miffy.
This could easily be the middle.
Professor doctor, the vaguely mystic, Brian Cox explains that everywhere is expanding away from everywhere, causing everywhere to be the centre of the postulated "big bang". In terms of mental imagery, and trying to visualise stuff and whatnot, that's a bit of a scunner. Like the mental equivalent to fitting taps to a flush mounted bathtub, you have to have to twist a bit to get to it. Fortunately, we don't have try to imagine it - just use it as a convenient excuse to say we're beginning in the middle (and keep a wary eye on the universe's love of ironic slapstick).
Since we've begun, I'll talk in the personal from here on and you will become you. This is a blog, after all and so we can pretend it is a sort of conversation - although I shall probably hog it mercilessly. I may indulge in bad grammar and syntax. Please anticipate factual inaccuracies, useful lies, and rare insight.
I will hereby apologise for several things:
I am often unwittingly offensive. This (obviously) is unintentional and is simply a result of irredeemable stupidity and should, on no account, be taken personally, or to heart or with a glass of water. Most of my mental meanderings go better with Whisk[e]y but you have free reign to substitute any substance of your choosing.
I use grown-up words. I have taken time and expended effort to collect them and understand them. I like them. I like both "fuck!" and "epistolatory", "gestalt" and "innit?". Each grapheme is chosen (except for my crappy typing, spelling and general slovenliness). I was once told that written clarity comes from using only words that appear with fair regularity on the front of the Sun. Anyone with such and attitude can fuck right off, they can do it now and they can remain carnally absent until they get over themselves and decide there may be more to know.
I randomly double-space full stops. I'm not even consistent. This annoys lots of people. If you are one, this could be a trying experience. Also, get a life. ( There does seem to be a relationship between the number of spaces and the amount of waiting for me to start typing again that I experience, so if you read with that in mind, it may help you with the flow of my thoughts (cf brackets))
It was earlier this evening mentioned that the problem with being genius is that 'most everyone else seems to be an idiot. I noted that the same is (famously) true for being an idiot, and there's no way to know which camp one falls into from one's own perspective.
I use grown-up words. I have taken time and expended effort to collect them and understand them. I like them. I like both "fuck!" and "epistolatory", "gestalt" and "innit?". Each grapheme is chosen (except for my crappy typing, spelling and general slovenliness). I was once told that written clarity comes from using only words that appear with fair regularity on the front of the Sun. Anyone with such and attitude can fuck right off, they can do it now and they can remain carnally absent until they get over themselves and decide there may be more to know.
I randomly double-space full stops. I'm not even consistent. This annoys lots of people. If you are one, this could be a trying experience. Also, get a life. ( There does seem to be a relationship between the number of spaces and the amount of waiting for me to start typing again that I experience, so if you read with that in mind, it may help you with the flow of my thoughts (cf brackets))
It was earlier this evening mentioned that the problem with being genius is that 'most everyone else seems to be an idiot. I noted that the same is (famously) true for being an idiot, and there's no way to know which camp one falls into from one's own perspective.
