hot

chaud. calor. caldo. heet. kumaar. VARMTE. haahhhhhahhhhahhhhhahhht.

tenho muito.

it was 34 degrees in the flat at 1am last night. i've always said hot is better than cold, and I still stand by that, but this is a bit much. the office offers no reprieve.

mellllllllllltingggggggggg

the span of a year

Firstly, let me say that I am fully aware they are going to take away my Blog for lack of use. I've been so blog-less lately, but it has just been that crazy. This would also be less of a problem if I could post from home, which I intended to do on Saturday, alas....technical difficulties prevailed.

But, this week, my thoughts are very much turning to last summer for various reasons. First and foremost is that the IPSF Congress is going on RIGHT NOW in Oz, and I am devastated to be missing it, the first since 2002. Reports indicate that fun and merriment transcend all IPSF generations, and that all is on track for yet another amazing Congress. The ONLY silver lining to this cloudy absence is the close-to-daily updates from BH90210, made all the more sweeter in that they are unsolicited, and so very welcome.

Exactly one year ago this weekend I was in Edinburgh to see SfromS and LJ from WPG, those were...interesting times. Both in and around the time up to my little Scottish getaway.

So many memories from last summer, most I embrace with the nostalgic equivalent of a monster hug, and some I would rather put through Black and Decker Party Mate blender. But that of course what makes one's memory bank so diverse in currency.

Are things better now? In many ways yes, if only for the people who I now consider to make the days worthwhile. Some where mere ideas last year, unimaginable that we would complimentary pepper life with goodness so often. Some characters still remain, and some are steadily playing in different arenas. Only time will tell.

JSP's bday Monday. So wish I could be there. TB is on her way in a couple weeks, and with any luck whatsoever, Houston will grace me with his fabulous presence VERY soon (and KEANE IN BERLIN, NOVEMBER!!)

It is doubtful that this post has made up for my absence (esp seeing as how it will likely not post from home....) but it is a half an hour into the new day, and my lovely shower is calling.

IPJ CAN GO AWAY!

Mere moments ago, affected by the sheer inability to care any longer, I finished Insanely Arduous Task No. 2 of the week, the completion of IPJ articles (Blogger's Note: My AR saga was not, how I hoped, over upon previous Blog, but is now, so am dislodging from memory). The editing of 16 articles and the design of the publication is now done (a job formerly assigned to someone since departed from FIP, but whose fee I somehow fear will not trickle down to me...) and I leave it to the hands of Design Guy to put it all together in the smashing way I have laid out for him. Please let this be simple and easy. Is there any hope for simple and easy?

So, in the immortal words of John Cage [LONG LIVE ALLY McBEAL! AND THE RERUNS ON RIGHT NOW!], I'm taking a moment. I wish it was a Starbucks moment, or a GBF moment (any and all would do, setting and accoutrements of little matter), but it is MyrBlog moment. Just me and you, Blog. I'm thinking happy thoughts...mmmmRobbie...mmmBrazil... mmmRobbieinBrazil....mmmGBFsandeveryoneelseFABinBrazil...caipirinha...

I was fully intending to do the big NOTHING this weekend, but have decided that I must put up the invisible forcefield and resist the gravitational pull of "boring" that this city tends to have on inhabitants. SO, am meeting NEW GBF and POTENTIAL NEW ROOMIE in A'dam tomorrow for a fabulous late lunch of champagne and strawberries, then an evening OUT (where? who? when? who knows!) followed by an overnighter at a swank pad overlooking the Prinsengracht. I need a night of pure thought abandonment. The weeks previous, however enjoyable, were fraught with thought and muchly void of relaxation. I'm not asking for much, as on Monday the office will once again provide ample opportunity for chaotic worry, but this nice little mini-break will do just fine.

I just realised that I have spent weeks writing thousands upon thousands of words...and here I am writing more. Is this telling me something? Hmmm...

Missing a variety of people/places/things today. The usual list is present, with some extras. Spoke to JJ last night (this particular initial combo is not exactly cryptic...) and was filled with GLEE at the prospect of a visit from he and the other FTC President. WHOOP WHOOP.

Fingers and brain need break. Going to read gofug.

Blog Protection Authorities on the way

Poor, poor neglected blog. Alas two weeks have passed without a single post, leaving you the internet equivalent of cold, hungry, and shivering in a dark corner of an abandoned warehouse having only the dim glow of a hanging lightbulb for warmth. Will you ever forgive me? We can get counseling, I promise. I promise to be a better Blogger, I'll be here EVERY day now, I really will....

BUT, the cold hard truth is that the last two weeks have been a sheer and utter whirlwind of activity and work and parents and trips and incredible, almost entirely, good times (oh work of course never ceased, providing me with multiple challenges in directing energy away from anger and frustration to results. AHhhh there's that positive thinking Bill employs so often). But it really was the best of times, good, memories-for-a-lifetime times.

The biggest, best, most deserving shout-out undoubtedly goes to the GBF's and GP's fam in Porto, without whom our Hammer Whacking Time at Sao Joao would have been NOTHING as it was. WE LOVE YOU GUYS. Unforgettable, and hopefully the first of many.

Paris was Paris. Beautiful and pretentious and as Paris as Paris can be. Been there, done that, my dad has the tacky t-shirt.

And now, life is back to normal, so full attention can be paid to the chaos and turmoil of the workplace. One huge, insane, ulcer-causing task was FINALLY (I PRAY FINALLY) completed today. SWEET ONION CHUTNEY.

And now, the future will bring changes. Roommate X is off and away embarking on a new life which will surely affect mine, somehow. BH90210, who may just be ready to be brought to the next level, is off and away in Oz, and missed. New people on the horizon, and....BRAZIL IN 47 DAYS!!!! AND THE HBOMB IS COMING!! OH so much to tell there. No time now.

But, dear Blog, count on my to be back for good. I've missed you! Right now work ie the 6th circle of HELL is calling and one must go.

A bien tot.

PS ROBBIE WILLIAMS ROCKED THE UNIVERSE!!!