⦾ Notes from Sunday 8 March

Status:
Many years ago we had new flooring in the bathroom, which meant the bath panel didn’t fit anymore. Since then we’ve gone from a loose-fitting bath panel which occasionally falls out to no bath panel at all. Last week Roo dropped off some nicer-than-usual wood planks (ie, not pine) and I had an idea to use them to cover the gap.
In olden times I’d bash through a project like this in a day but I’m going to try and spread it out over a few weeks, doing a little bit here and there. Today I did the measurements, figured out how to affix it and placed an eBay order for said fixtures. Sometime this week I’ll start cutting the wood to size. No rush.
Overnight listening:
- If Books Could Kill: Bullshit Jobs - One of those slightly uncomfortable moments when a podcast you enjoy for tearing into overly simplistic management/self-help books does the same to an author you’ve put on your personal pantheon of good guys. But then David Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs (which I haven’t read yet) is probably not one of his major works, even if it has had the most cultural impact. It’s more a provocation, an attempt to open a dialogue about something we’ve decided to accept as unchangeable. Sort of like Fisher’s Capitalist Realism, another extended essay which serves to get you thinking rather than give you thoroughly evidenced answers. That work comes later.
Music:
- The Drowning Of Lucy Hamilton by Lydia Lunch and Lucy Hamilton - very aware that as much as I admire Lydia Lunch I’m not that familar with her oeuvre. This was not what I expected.
Reading:
- ‘I feel I am not yet grown up’: Alan Bennett’s diary of his 90th year - I really love these snippets of Bennett’s diaries that appear every few years in the press. Their focus on the minutiae of the mundane is so refreshing. Couple of notes: 1) In our 20s and 30s, chum Jez would to ask every few years if I felt grown up yet, presumably because he didn’t. Bennet still doesn’t at 90. 2) Given my condition suddenly disabling my body and mind, at least part of the time, I’ve often thought I need a tutorial in how to adjust to being effectively an old man. I wonder if Bennet’s diaries could be that mentor. “Now and again, I find words hard to come by. […] One’s humanity is temporarily (one hopes) withdrawn. Suspended. It’s a kind of blundering in the head, a cerebral incompetence."
Watching:
- Razor Sharp in Minutes! Chisel Sharpening on a Vevor 1x30 Belt Grinder (18:43)
- Laura Kampf (27:49)

















