Author: paulattinello
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The Evil Internet
Normally, although the Internet is a mess of advertising and manipulation, much of my daily experience of it is relatively personal, or at least to my taste. But in the last few days the trashy, controlling, greedy, incompetent, screaming corporate world has been moving in heavily on some of my familiar standards… the Mac shareware…
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First Books
Another thing I picked up today in Blackwell's… Susan Hill, Howard's End is On the Landing. One of those books about reading that seem to be going around the past few years; a nice, classy, personal, terse, realistic one by an experienced writer with a brain. She speaks at one point of the first books…
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Volatility
After last night's cold-shower rush of awareness, I was given a pleasant gift as a reward, so to speak: a sunny, warm day, lovely and pleasant. Deserved, don't you think?…. well if you don't think so feel free not to chime in. Met with Melinda, the psychologist at the clinic, about plans/prospects for taking interferon.…
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Awakening Conscience
Sometimes, especially when watching TV or wasting time by various means, I have that feeling of exhaustion, surfeit, revulsion, retreat: somewhere among the parts of my rather dull life over the past decade as an aging academic living alone in a small northern city with lots of wet, cold weather, and despite seeking some sort…
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Wind
The last few days have been getting a sort of autumn wind – with the windows open, you can hear the gustiness; it is a beautiful underlay to the day. Somehow a fresher, more sensual, more natural sound through the windows than the usual (though I live in a quiet neighborhood, not quite close enough…
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Flashes
A long day, with flashes of light in it, crossing before and after the full moon. Analysis, this time in Manchester, which means going to the train station early, realized I hadn't bought a ticket in advance, bought one fast at the machine, got going, arrived, we talked about dreams… But the day did have…
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Sunny
Two days in a row of actually steadily sunny weather – hot, by Newcastle standards (above 70º, a bit at least). Lovely… a tendency to sit outside at cafés and talk, and eat… And the men of northern England (and perhaps the women, I haven't really noticed of course) are looking their best: this is…
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Hint
A hint, a subtle sense of summer: in many places it is very hot this summer, but not here. Here it has mostly been cool, actually cold and rainy – I joked as we left Alfred's apartment that the southern Europeans would all move here if climate change made the Mediterranean a sauna – or,…
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A few words
After this period of sparse blog entries – and me feeling a bit guilty for not keeping this up – Romi phoned me tonight to make sure I was all right (she lives out of town in Northumberland, and we don't see each other often – she actually glances at this blog occasionally to see…
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Hotel, party, graveyard
In Küsnacht, at the end of the second of three endlessly busy weeks studying at the Jung-Institut. Sixty-five pages of typed, single-spaced notes (I am not obsessive-compulsive, and can prove it with a handy alphabetized chart); three or four trips, some great meals and some ludicrously bad ones, a vast array of lectures, seminars and…
Paul Attinello 