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22 February 2017 03:52PM IRL

There is something to be said for having somewhere you fit.

Here are two somewheres where I fit.


my desk

You know, they didn't have to give me a desk. I would probably have been fine working in the library, or from home. And the more I think about it, the more it seems that getting me to claim a desk was a ploy to pressure me into doing a research project.

I think it worked.

I have filled its drawers up with teabags and trinkets, but I think the most important thing in the drawers is my notebooks. They live there, and they don't come home with me. Yes, most of my work is on my computer, but the notebook is the thinking space, the page file for my brain, and that goes in the drawer at the end of the day. It's about the symbolism of the thing, more than anything.

I have watched people go crazy doing their thesis, and I have watched people take work home with them, and I am determined that that will not be me. At the end of the day - however late that day goes - I am going to put my uni work in my desk, and I am going to go home, and get some sleep. Maybe that's the real reason they gave me a desk.

I hope it works.


my genre

it feels like someone reached into my brain and found all the things I like in music and smashed them together.

In December 2014, by sheer dumb luck, I found the music genre called Post-rock. Thanks to the Spotify subscription that fluke sold me on, I've been able to dig and discover and carve out a perfect little algorithmically curated niche that... well, that reaches into my brain and sparks all the things I like in music.

Here's what I like about it.

I like that there are usually no lyrics to get in the way.

I like that it's not afraid to be epic and deep and rich and melodic

And I like that it sounds like the soundtrack to something really cool happening.

I have found music I like, and possibly for the first time in my life I don't actually care what other people think about my taste.


There is so much else going on right now that is, quite frankly, a bit chaotic. I'm going to Sydney next week to do an internship for a month, and the uni is dragging its heels on my flights and accomodation while I drag my heels on packing. I've just had my only paid published article vanish into the abyss on a defunct website, but I'm already writing a new one for its replacement. I've picked a thesis topic, but I don't want to write about what it is here - at least not yet - because it still feels too soon and I don't want to jinx it. I feel like I've only just wrapped up working on Scitech's Fringe show, and like three nights' break was not long enough. My car needs a wheel alignment, my bike has one Schraeder valve and one Presta valve and I really don't have time to fix it, and I'm a little concerned that my new shoes don't fit properly - again.

And whe I write it all out like that it looks like it must be driving me crazy, but it's not.

Because at the end of the day,

I can put the post-grad away,

and put the post-rock on to play.

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