I've been strict with myself.
In order to only take what clothes and papers I really need to my new place and my new life, any clothes I haven't worn in the last 6 months have gone. This has, sadly included most of my university t-shirts (apart from a couple I really couldn't part with and defend my right to use them to sleep in, even if they are crap). I threw away two fit-to-burst bin bags as a result of today's efforts, full of t-shirts, old letters and correspondence, and a load of other crap that I'm not going to miss.
I feel strangely liberated from it all.
A new toy I discovered on the net today - as I write this blog I am listening to live whale 'song' (mostly grunts, moans and whistles) being broadcast over the net from a floating platform in the Pacific near Maui Island, Hawaii.
So; live from a moaning whale several thousand miles away, picked up by a platform bobbing around on the waves, broadcast on FM near Maui Island, squeezed into pipes, (oh my god one sounds like it's about to eat the platform and there is a lot of choral moaning in the background as if a load of whale-zombies are closing in...now bizarre farting sounds, as if one whale is trying to impersonate a farmer walking across a cow-pat encrusted farmyard), hurled around the world at a respectable fraction of the speed of light and then spouted out in my study here on the Isle of Wight.
Technology.
You've got to laugh.
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