Creep

I’m sitting in the car, parked outside the building where, one week from now, I will lock myself away for the forty days. My observations are thus: There is a strong, cold coastal wind blowing off the north sea. A huge sky, acres of it, presents a barely shifting dusk scape. It is a lonely place, with a starkness that I suspect will grow the progression of autumn. But I feel positive! Which is nice.

I am pressed, by the battery in this laptop, for time. The primary objective of this flying visit is to test the brand new mobile broadband (near magic) device with a brief upload. I will try to make the best use of this post, however, by noting some recent thoughts on the project.

I have been asking people to recommend books, the one form of entertainment material I am allowing myself. So far the suggestions have been ideal: half of them sprouting from the notion that I will need light relief and entertainment, and half intending to provide insight into other similar situations. In addition to this large reading list, I will be attempting to improve my German and Arabic. My skills in both are shameful, but I suspect I will find time in my hermitage to learn something.

To test this daemon’s uploading capability, here is an old rocket man fighting evil track:

pleasant jacket

There has been much discussion regarding how I should treat my rules. Almost everyone has insisted that I allow myself to work outside of the designated working hours, despite my strong conviction to the contrary. I have decided to permit myself this, under certain limitations. I will only work for an hour a day outside of the prescribed times. I won’t allow myself to record any audio material in that time, a process which is usually lengthy and tiresome.

There has been much discussion regarding how I should treat my rules. Almost everyone has insisted that I allow myself to work outside of the designated working hours, despite my strong conviction to the contrary. I have decided to permit myself this, under certain limitations. I will only work for an hour a day outside of the prescribed times. I won’t allow myself to record any audio material in that time, a process which is usually lengthy and tiresome.

One reader suggested that I should regard taking breaks as a necessary element to working. This is something I found myself desperate for in my 48 hour trial, and this way of looking at it is not only convenient, but also seems actually completely correct and fair. I hope.

The upload is going at a painful rate. Approximately 1kb/s. It may even have stopped…

I feel a bit of a creep, sitting in a car on a cliff edge in the dark, typing in the grey laptop light. Alone. Everything is very dark, it is easy to imagine this place as terrifyingly desolate.

After a little hiccup from the telecom ghoul, the internet seems to have returned to its ‘crawling through dense jungle’ rate. Happily for me, I get to start the upload afresh. I am concerned the battery won’t hold out. Turning on the car radio seems to have helped, presumably the signal amp is helping boost the radio frequency signal… I will definitely buy a signal booster to bring with me when I come next week.

All done, 20 minutes of battery left. Success!

Bye now!

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One Response to “Creep”

  1. alex Says:

    Yaz!
    Today we went to the Manchester Metropolitan Uni Special collections,
    There was a book by Lucy May Schofield called forty two, it was her record of 42 days and nights seemingly in isolation in Scotland. It made me think that at the end of our trip it would be really good to do something of that sort. I look forward to processing things, rather than constantly absorbing!
    Only a few days till we’ll be reading your blog!
    Looking forward to it, hope all’s well
    lots of love

    alex xx

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