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Week one (or two?) of London in lockdown. What even is time.
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I’ve left the house maybe 3 times in the last seven days. Francesca is doing the shopping when we need it. Victoria Park is closed, but I took a long walk along the canal in that direction, listening to this classic 99 Percent Invisible episode on the Heyoon pavillion. It feels odd being out at all.
Doing my best not to look at the news more than couple of times a day. The waves of anxiety are losing their novelty.
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Finally finished a tough and tedious project at work and now have a week off. Hard to know what to do with it but hope to edit some photos from the last few years, put a shelf up, and, finally, do some exercise.
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Watched 28 Days Later and it has not aged well and feels very studenty. Weirdly Trainspotting, made years before by Danny Boyle, feels a lot fresher. Still some good jumpy moments.
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Got through Tiger King in less than a week. The most bizarre thing we’ll probably watch this year. One of those documentaries which you finish and hope for a documentary on the documentary. It was all the worst things about America rolled together into one, terrible and fascinating all at once. Started watching Ozark again and it’s ok but feels basically like a duller Breaking Bad with trees and lakes instead of deserts.
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Sleep has become challenging. I’ve been using Headspace to help. Last night I put on their Desert Campfire sleep cast. Which was going well until I somehow accidentally triggered that U2 album that Apple put on our phones without us wanting it there
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Some records which have helped in all this surrealness and sadness:
- H Hunt – Playing Piano For Dad
- Chuck Johnson – Balsams
- Suzanne Kraft – Talk From Home
- Khotin – Beautiful You
and everything else on this playlist I made.
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Drilling two holes in the wall to screw two brackets to mount my bike on was my biggest and only achievement this weekend and that feels fine.
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Photo: Washington State, May 2018
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