21st Sept
It's been an eventful Fresher's Week for me. Far more so than last year- I feel excited about it now and active- my pre-Bosnia momentum has carried on and gathered a new level of energy from my experience in Bosnia. What prompted me to blog now, apart from the Talktalk ppl not blocking blogger, was not to publish the results of my brief stint as KnitSoc founder at Manchester Uni (60 members! Alhamdulillah! Minimal forcing and bribery involved! Not even candyfloss!-though I tried- And in only around 4 hours stall keeping! Bless MD for bringing me a table!) nor to discuss either the ISB and Women&Co life-consuming goings-on. The reason was that 'A Scanner Darkly' left me far more disorientated than I usually am. I don't think I've watched a trippier movie, and I can't pinpoint my feeling about it. But I did feel different after seeing it- I think my friend Architecture A shared this- and walking through the new Next and the new Arndale felt strange. We walked straight across the shop- a long way- and ended up at doors next to the ones we'd just entered. Things are constantly shifting around the city centre, and new areas spring out of nowhere- I get lost where I should be completely at home. My buddy Architecture A rocks by the way- she seems ready to be my partner-in-crime. She has the time and the easy-going spirit to come with me into anything from circus skills to sign language class, to street graffiti. I love that she's not one who anyone would realise is unusual and so funky- you can't tell from her dress or her manner, but only that she understands where your coming from and is up for it or wanted to do it already. With most people it's the opposite- their manner is kooky but their activities are quite conservative. The most important thing is that she's majorly accessible which is the rarest thing of all- she's even living in Pink's house, which, despite their protests, has become my second home. Young Ray is coping ok with the redesertion of the household- He reads his new history textbook (which is really good stuff and he sometimes reads to me about the Vietnam War etc whike I knit) and sings along to Nazeel's stuff. Or he plays his gameboy and sings. Actually since he's started the singing thig he won't read aloud anymore which is sad for me.
Ps. I lost my purse which dampened my mood a little- a didn’t mind about bank cards, but losing a provisional license is a definite setback. I suspect I left it on the bus so insha’allah some kind soul will find it like last year.
posted by warm as toast at 11:51 am
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