Forgive me ‘reader’, for I do believe that I have neglected this blog of late. I am in the throes of constructing an application for a postdoctoral fellowship. It is using up all my zest and vitality as I have to convince the funding body that although I haven’t as yet, I will in the future change some of the longstanding paradigms of science. Me and Einstein. Anyway I have been listening to this lately and I quite like it. The Sword
A Slim Volume of Evocative Vignettes.
April 2nd, 2011 § 0
End Times.
April 2nd, 2011 § 6
There is a definite change a coming. The seasons turn and melancholia descends as one of my dearest friends Reegan has left for an overseas adventure of an indeterminate length. While I am of course happy for him to embark on this exciting, possibly life-changing, jaunt, I am also indescribably sad that this amazing person will be missing from my daily life. How can I telegraph our life together since we first met on a dance floor and do justice to this golden friendship? Reegan is part of my family, who else will watch America’s Next Top Model with me and laugh uproariously? Who will do my hair? Who will cheer me up when I have a feeling of impending doom? I am stricken with loss.
But enough! Let me talk you through a pictorial story of Reegan. This is how he appeared to me in the early naughties.
And then in no particular order.
With K. Isn’t she gorgeous?
Farewell party.
Leaving on a jet-plane.
A little bit of glitter and sparkle has gone.