Off to Germany tomorrow; Duisburg, to work with a friend for five days, on a long-overdue book that is about his work.
Haven't done much real work; kept up with some administration. Continuing rather irritable with many students; some are brilliant, inspired, interesting, others just slogging along, skipping classes. I am uninterested in dragging them in. Barked at various people the past few days; feeling fairly, as so often here in northern England, hemmed in, bored, stuck.
(Didn't mention, though, an evening with P. for his birthday; and I notice I don't talk about him much. A warm coal of trustworthy emotion in this rather chilly, unsatisfying place.)
It did occur to me today, as some Cirque du Soleil DVDs went past: I may be rather disappointed with what I've done in life, how productive and how skilled I've gotten; but at least I do things that tend to get better as one gets older. How unlike the short and early-ending careers of circus acrobats, of dancers, of musical comedy performers – of porno stars.
So: perhaps in a week there will be a chain of Germany posts... no promises, though.
Off to take a walk, though it's already dark out....
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