For the past two weeks I have been living in the early nineties. Not in the 'thinking Jellyfish are the future of music' sense. No. But rather, in the no-internet sense. I am moving house. Or, as British Telecom would describe it, 'holding on to my career by the skin of my teeth because BT are the multiverse and I am but a mere end-user wormy clown man, say it, say it, WORMY CLOWN MAN ha ha ha'.
It's quite nice, actually. Quite stressful at first, but I rather like it now. The library is the king of my info-world. I come here to do my job. Well, here and my girlfriend's parents' house. ANd her school. (Where she works, I'm not - oh never mind).
It doesn't help that my Mac laptop - bought partly to ease the changeover from London to Hertford - started farting its soul out on my first day of the changeover. I was left stranded. So I've had to devise a system where I do the work at home, scan it at home, work it up, then run red faced and mad-eyed around this lovely country town, deadline ticking past, trying to find an internet connection. Generally I end up pelting it into Hannah's classroom to use her computer (after hours of course, I think I'd get arrested if it was before 4).
Anyway, today I am at the Library, and tapping this out furiously to keep my blog-oar in. No more am I able to instantly satisfy a vague curiosity as to whatever happened to Tanita Tikarem, or read entire Wikipedia pages about things I already know about. (Why do I have to read the Wiki page of every book I've just read? Or every album I am currently listening to? And why doesn't it really feel like they exist unless I've read the Wikipedia page? Does anybody else think like this?)
So yes, I am an info-vagrant. Scurrying around, picking up unwanted bits of internet connection wherever I can find them. I actually have to list in advance what I want to look up, and then queue for the internet. Whilst reading a book. It's almost... civilised. I think I'm going to make a habit of it. No more internet dawdling. Instead I'll just list everything I want to look up as it comes into my head. Then at the end of the day look at it and be glad at all the time I've saved.
I'm a bit worried I'll end up with too much time to do, you know... real stuff.
Hmmm. What did happen to Tanita Tikarem. I can't find out cos I've got no time left. Answers please.
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