Archive for September, 2005

Bis bald!

Readers of this blog may experience slight interruptions to the usual posting schedule over the next three days or so, as the author is otherwise occupied with house guests, catching up with family, and a Big Birthday Bash.

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To blog or not to blog

Yesterday I heard that the university I work for is pondering what its policy on blogging should be. The worry is that, if there are ever going to be any blogs associated with the university, ‘people’ can potentially write anything they like, and the uni could be held liable for it. And so they are discussing what the blogging policy should be, and what the guidelines should cover. I refrained from saying that by the time they decide this, blogging could be quite different from what we know it as now. It wasn’t the right time for facetious comments. Not when the Uber Boss was the one reporting on this. I did say that it would be very difficult for any organisation to control what people are going to say or write about it – to which Uber Boss said she agreed and “Besides, many people already have blogs, don’t they, CW?”

She was referring to My Other Blog, the one work knows about, and on which I post Links and Information of Potential Interest to Librarians. In case you are commending me for my wisdom and restraint, at this point I very stupidly blurted out that yes, I do already have a blog, but it ain’t a patch on my personal blog. It was like a scene from The Simpsons where Homer tells his mind to shut up, and his mind ignores him and commits the faux pas anyway. ¡Ay caramba! (I mean, D’OH!!!)

And then this morning, while trawling through my Bloglines feeds, I followed a link from The Road to Surfdom which pointed to someone’s farewell blog post. What’s interesting about the reason this person was quitting his blog is the fact that he has a new job, and “one of the conditions is that I will not be allowed to blog, or indeed write much on my own.” I wonder what sort of job would set a condition like that. Something in security or law enforcement perhaps?? I wonder if this is the shape of things to come…

On a different note, requiescat in pace, Professor L. Anne Clyde.

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Queen Elvis

Mickey in California very kindly sent me a copy of the Robyn Hitchcock cd, Queen Elvis (thanks again, Mickey!!). This is an album I listened to a fair bit many, many, many moons ago. I had a copy on tape, which subsequently vanished, as things do when you move out of home.

I remember liking the album a lot back then, but you know, now that I’ve heard it again, several times since it arrived on Monday, I realise things have changed. Oh, I don’t mean that I don’t like the album now - I definitely still do! - but I don’t know how to describe it, it’s as though I’ve gone back in time, but as a neutral observer. (I love how particular music can be so much a part of particular times in your life.)

I guess I’m trying to say that it makes me realise how much I have changed over the years. Reading Mooiness’s post I really relate to that realisation that you do settle into yourself and feel a lot more confident and happy to be who you are. Your priorities and outlook really do change, and nothing stays the same (even if you wish it would).

Back then I seem to remember that I thought that Robyn Hitchcock was really different, kooky even, but now, it just seems like an album full of slightly offbeat, rather whimsical, but beautiful tunes. It just makes me smile to listen to it.

Yesterday it seemed so cool and everything was fabulous
Built of brick and made for an eternity;
Give an inch and take an inch and what you’ve got is where you were

the universe is based on sullen entropy
-It falls apart as it goes on
Yesterday I saw the Devil in the nude, it was embarrassing
-I turned away-
He was leering in the mirror when I looked again
Everything you say you won’t is what you will eventually
Honesty is money in the cemetery
If he treat you horribly he’s probably a Scorpio
He’s a long kebab through your ovaries
-The same goes out, the same goes in
Yesterday I saw the Devil in a mood. He wasn’t angry, but he stood around
Biting off the legs of all his furry chums
I remember everything as if it happened years ago
Probably it did so I remember it
You are just your feelings it might give you vertigo
Falling off a high place and into it
-Just as I fell into you
Yesterday I saw the Devil in my food. I wasn’t hungry,
But I played with it-
Blood red horns gouged through my scrambled (egg)
Yesterday I saw the Devil in my heart-I was expecting him
The doctor came-
I haave to call the doctor every time we kiss
The Devil’s Coachman - Robyn Hitchcock

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