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Still running around being approximately musical. I must slow down
this hectic pace - I'm an OLD MAN, dammit. Worrying about whether
my tiny fernery and hanging garden will become neglected in my
absence overseas - Okay, I know this is looking more like a journal
How's this? Married BWM (would like to drive one, too, but can't
afford it); father of 4, grandfather of 4 (astonishing how time
passes and the natural life-cycle of the naked ape
catches up on you);
erstwhile academic; keen globe-trotter (but worrying about all
those air-miles and what they cost the planet); Enough already? Did
I mention Dataverarbeitung in Musikwissenschaft
I am incredibly, busy, and time-poor
November 2011 update:
Now grandfather of 6! Even more time-poor!!! Renovating... anyone
who has done this knows what it means.
What I’m doing with my life
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See the above. OKC assumes that everyone can distinguish what they
ARE (self-summery, wintry and springly) from what they DO. The
overlap confuses small brains like mine.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
course. And being annoyingly supercilious - even silly-ous... Comme
ca. (What about automatic cedilla addition OKC??)
However, I'm a pretty good cook - with or without recipe, and I
revere both classic French cuisine with all its eggs, cream etc -
as well as the nouvelle variety. I think my cooking soul was born
centuries ago on the shores of the Mediterranean.
CLEANING AND CHUCKING HOARDED STUFF OUT (after several dusty years
of saving "in case I can use it later...)
The first things people usually notice about me
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My touch. I have ridiculously warm hands. This is good, as I'm a
massage therapist some of the time. It's the piano playing and
carpentry, you know. Strength, sensitivity and warmth: These are
all good things for hands that massage - and that tickle ivories
(plastics, actually; "ivories" must have become an archaic epithet
for the piano by now, surely?...)
My irrepressible chattiness. It's the Welsh, you know; never could
stop a Welshman singing
, bragging and playing rugby.
Being only half-Welsh, I sing, hardly brag at all (haven't you
noticed?) and NEVER play rugby.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Reading? fairly omnivorous - but I draw the line at Mills and
Too damned busy a ce moment to read more than e-mail...
Food? "I'm trying to be good and not think about that too much." is
no longer a true statement. I think about it a lot when I have
guests for dinner and I enjoy cooking (and ironing) far too much
not to think about food and I've decided I shouldn't be guilty
about it any longer. I'll eat just about anything that's already
dead, and usually after cooking in the case of animal
Music? The fact I failed to find enough classical music
radio fare in
New Zealand during my trip there in 2008 and had to buy cheap CDs
of antique recordings of Bach will tell you something about my
tastes in this area of life-support.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
1. Still those blue skies... Aotearoa lives up to its name far too
closely 2. High-speed broad-band - the faster the better - but
that's self-evident to anyone on this site. It isn't so much that I
can't do without it - just that its absence turns me into someone
REALLY NASTY. I believe it's called withdrawal... 3. Human - even
humANE - touch. 4. air 5. water 6. TIME - to do all the stuff I
have to do... Things do take the time they take and you make a mess
if you try to hurry.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
How nice it will be to lounge around naked on a nice big towel near
some sussurating wavelets anywhere in the world (Western Australia
is excellent for this sort of thing but I travel a lot and need to
know where my next hit of outdoor nakedness can be legally
arranged. Seriously. I think about where else, apart from home, I
don't have to wear clothes. In our climate, clothes are largely
superfluous for warmth six months of the year - only for sun
protection, and what's wrong with sunscreen, I ask?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
"Typical Friday night" on recent evidence in my little life this
term can only be described as an oxymoron. Hence I am unable to
answer this question.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I live in a de-consecrated church some of the time. I love it. It
resonates with sounds both inside and out in the most generous and
instructive way - but can also be superbly quiet. I go there to
still the spirit when the city wants to accelerate me too
More serious and important, perhaps: recent survivor of prostate
cancer. Diagnosed March 2010, laparoscopic radical prostatectomy
July 2010 seems to have got most of those naughty profilerating
cells. Have to be careful not to laugh too excitedly, now; damp
underwear can be so uncomfortable. Some people even find it
offensive? Why? They're not wearing it...
You should message me if
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You have the odd grey cell to rub against another one, know what
PARSING is and don't mind pretty flippant and annoying replies if
I'm in the mood. (See all of the above. In Oz they call people like
me a Smart-Arse. And, yes, some of my teachers - and colleagues -
have been known to find this decidedly unattractive, if not
thoroughly threatening.) I CAN be serious, too, however, and my
established OKC friends know I've never actually asked them to
parse anything (but I bet they could if I was rude enough to ask!)
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