Friday 21 July 2017

Pardon Me, That's My Horse

My penguin is giving me the evil eye. At least, he would be if he were real. As it is, a fluffy toy penguin is giving me the fluffy evil eye. I might need some fluffy toy fish, except that would be somehow very disturbing. Perhaps the penguin is reminding me to write this blog, which is proving extremely difficult even with the bonus powers associated with a recent haircut. The Reverse Samson Effect is in full play, except for this piece of anticlimactic writing. Well, we don't know if it will be anti-climactic yet, do we? There might be a UFO landing partway through, or the invention of a new term for redundant cheeses.

It has been an interesting week, primarily concerned with mysterious gallivanting timber consignments, the re-ignition of working through the final French coursebook, and the booking of the second year's modules. Yes, the madness will continue for one more year! After that, it will be time to reassess, if the courses are passed. Language courses aren't like those you might find in mathematics degrees: It's entirely possible to miss the point, make errors and not know it, and then be caught casting around wildly for what is going wrong. The second year will be half French and half Spanish, so that's potential enough for confusion...

Is it possible to take French and Spanish courses at the same time? Well, it's not impossible. Some fearsome mental ingenuity and stamina will have to be imagined, as well as some unknown pots of energy from the secret stores that exist in the vicinity of the mythical karma core. Ah, karma, that grand feeling of not having harmed anyone or anything in the world, and doing as much good as you could have while making recompense for any mistakes that slip by. No-one's perfect, after all. Maybe it will be karma that gets this second year completed successfully? Maybe it will be the penguin. I say, Mr Penguin, are you an imaginary expert linguist?

In upcoming posts, expect some book blather, more 'Wordspace', more reviews of various things, and the beginning of the woodworking horror stories associated with Summer Project 2017. There's not much mathematics here at the moment, is there? Perhaps there will be, sometime soon. Perhaps. It's probably time to get back on that particular horse, before it leaves the barn for good.

O.

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