April 12th, 2005

ian

Phone Post:

VoicePost
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“Good morning again from stokes valley where if anything it's even foggier than it was yesterday morning. There's no sign of a bus yet, so I'm going to carry on for a few minutes. Some people are surprised because they've never heard my voice before, so Good morning to you. Good morning also to <lj user="617"> who I'll be having tea with in Wellington tonight. It's ... foggy but it's still warm and it's still quite humid here in the valley. Not the slightest bit of blue visible in the sky. Ah, maybe just a little bit right overhead. So generally if you want to look at blue you have to look at (inaudible) pictures. A very good morning to anyone else who might be reading this -- but you wouldn't read it would you? People like <lj user="jiggery_pokery"> who might be reading that, listening to it, or whatever. I suppose it depends if anyone transcribes it. Good morning to <lj user="jaq">, if you're there. Hi to you on this foggy Wellington morning! News this morning from <lj user="chess">. I saw an entry which says <lj user="chess"> is to be married next summer, which is extraordinary news because I didn't even know she was going steady with anyone. Still, you never can tell these days. I'm just rambling which is what I often do when I type the stuff. But at least I don't have to type a livejournal post here this morning because I can just say it. Still foggy, the ars are just whizzing by with their lights on in most cases, some of them side-lights, some of them headlights, and of course some of them will say "Well it's not night so why would I want my lights on" like the white (unintelligible) going past now. That is all. Bye-bye!”

Transcribed by: louderback
ian

Hanging around

My meeting finished early, so after walking around, checking my mail box, my security pass's after hour number and a couple of other things, I thought I'd fill in the last few waiting minutes by posting an entry here. It's either that or reading The Economist, which arrived on Monday this week for the first time I can remember. The loudspeakers are playing ordinary dining music, while passers by pass by.

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ian

Food and a friend

Just said bye to 617 after dinner. It's always good to put a face to a name I've only known online, though It's something I scarcely ever do. There is someone on the seat behind me on the train who has been playing phone ring tones non stop for the last ten minutes. He may die a horrible death... It was a fun evening, as we explored the past, the present and the future, looking at things we had done, people and places and lots of other stuff. It's always a gamble to meet online friends. This one was a winning bet. But now it is time to go back home and prepare for another exciting night and day. I think one of the boys has a friend sleeping over tonight. Not sure. We'll see. And so another day disappears from the promise of the future to the memory of the past. That's how it is here. I'd be disturbed if it ever came to be otherwise. The trash alert has just lit up, so maybe I should stop now.

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