And busy days
I opened Google Street View yesterday to see my father walking down a street near my home. His face was blurred out, of course, but I recognised the suit and the hair, the body position as he went. It was his beat. One of the things his friends said to me after he died was that, to them, he was of the urban landscape around his home. They’d see him walking to the shop, to the bookshop, or just walking and wandering and thinking. They found that they missed him most when they realised he wasn’t in the space he should occupy, that drifting mobile villageness that is the physical aspect of community.
I am inevitably primed to see him now, of course, as I write a book into his continuity. That is simultaneously the thing I would most like to talk about and the thing I am contractually not allowed to discuss. Thus capital makes fools of men, etc.
That’s also why I haven’t been posting: I’m simply more busy than I’ve ever been. And likewise Clare, so between us we have exactly no time at all. The kids get all our human focus, work gets the work time, and so things like Substack get none at all.
I’m listening to Mozart’s Requiem over and over on a loop, occasionally falling back on Bach’s Musical Offering, which I became addicted to when I was writing Gnomon and which I suspect will always be in my mind somewhere from now on.
I do have a copy of Baldur’s Gate 3. It’s good. I don’t quite understand the fuss, but it’s fun. In the occasional broken downtimes, when the kids are in bed and Clare’s away and I have nothing in the tank, I sit there and wander the fantasy landscape trying not to get into fights and dramatically failing.
I’m arguing about AI in the publishing industry in my “spare” time. That effectively means “during working hours and yes it does get in the way but it’s important.” I’d welcome thoughts from anyone with an interesting perspective.
The ZOE programme has stopped being a novelty and now it’s just how I eat. It’s fair to say that it’s made a permanent change, and I do feel better for it.
I’ll try to get back to regular posting here, even if it’s just fragmentary (har dee har) personal notes like this one. I do have deeper thoughts, but not the time to express them properly. All that goes into the work.
I need tea.