Instructions for Dancing

Monday February 28, 2011

all the family look so strange

Filed under: Uncategorized — by hettyweston @ 10:00 pm

I’m at home! Real home.

I got to Real Home in time for lunch, but while walking from car to front door, I passed what appeared to be a wet, singed book on a dinnerplate, in the driveway. This seemed strange, and I enquired about its origin. My Dad seemed sheepish and told me to ask Sam.

Sam’s explanation went a bit like this (emphasis his): “Daddy left a book out in the rain yesterday, so he brought it inside and decided to dry it by microwaving it. for five minutes. It was a thick book and it hadn’t got any drier after five minutes, so he put it back in and did it for another five minutes. Then he took it out, saw that it was steaming so put it back in, set it for another five minutes and then left the room. Five minutes later I realised that there seemed to be smoke rising from the microwave, so I opened the door, lots of noxious fumes came out and found a book, on fire, in the microwave. I threw two jugs of water over it and put it outside.”

Apparently Mum responded by sighing and telling Daddy to buy a new microwave, which I think says a lot about expectation. Actually the microwave works fine now that all the water’s been drained out, it’s just that our kitchen (well, whole house) smells a bit funny. Ironically the book’s still wet, still outside and now it has singe marks.

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Wednesday February 9, 2011

add my effort to you

Filed under: Uncategorized — by hettyweston @ 10:10 pm

conversation over lunch today:

me: I had a pointless twenty minute argument with George last night about the precise meaning of the word ‘nonsequitur’ and the ultimate authority of the OED.
ev: at least you didn’t have sex!
me: …er. yes?
ev: silver lining!

rude comment made by a tenor after the sopranos all come in at different tempi at the start of Howell’s Coll. Reg. in today’s rehearsal:

william: it’s like having an acoustic, isn’t it?

my seminar leader upon being unable to explain the cultural reference of his own Horace Goes Skiing t-shirt:

JH: ahhh, excluded from my own social discource!

These were the good bits of today. tomorrow I’ve a cold shower to face (house heating, broken) and some problematic issues of generic specification (current essay: also broken) but for the next twenty minutes I have a glass of wine and some nice music and (don’t judge me) gossip girl. I just can’t escape my own social discourse…

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