New jobslist started for 2024. I like to have a new one every year. When I finish a job I just strike through the task rather than deleting it. That way I can look back over the year’s jobs with a sense of achievement, maybs. I accidentally added and struck through some 2024 jobs in the 2023 list but I’ll just write them off. Doesn’t matter in the great scheme of things. None of it matters anyway.
I like historical detail and my jobslist is such a thing. In a thousand years time people will be able to read my jobslists and get a glimpse of everyday life in Lincoln in the early twenty first century. Well no they probs wont. For one they are unlikely to be able to find my jobslist as it is in (on?) my password protected Google drive and even if it wasn’t it would be a small set of docs in an unimaginably large human oeuvre.
The lists could well be made public on philosopherontap and now that I mention it I probably will but even then that site won’t last forever. I guess there is the wayback machine, if it survives the great natural disaster of 2173.
This morning THG is off to the park run and I am not. She is therefore taking an early breakfast and again I am not. Her brekkie will likely involve porridge or granola and yo gurt. Mine will involve toast. I am taking advantage of this last weekend of the mid winter break to finish off any carbs left carelessly around the kitchen.
We also have a meeting of the Shed Appreciation Society scheduled for three pee em this afternoon. This is likely to be the last such meeting for a while due to other commitments but it will reconvene in the second half of February when I can put up holiday photos on the large screen in the shed for the enjoyment of the members.
Not really. Everyone will already have seen them on Facebook and noone is likely to want to look at them anyway. If I go out to the pub THG will often ask upon my return what we talked about. The truth is I will have no idea. It isn’t so much as “what is said in the pub stays in the pub’. It’s more down to the fact that it will have been forgettable banter that will genuinely already have been forgotten. I will have no idea how the new grandkid is or how the round the world cruise went.
The same applies to meetings of the Shed Appreciation Society. These meetings are relatively short and are conducted in the hour or two before people have to go home for their evening meal. Most members are able to walk home from the shed which is very wise as there is free access to the Stella Artois drinks fridge that resides under the shelving unit.
I dunno if I ever told you but the philosopherontap concept was invented in the Morning Star one evening in two thousand and eight. It was going to be somewhere that people could get together to discuss all things philosophical and creative. The strapline is ‘where art collides’.
At one stage I did consider an application to the Arts Council for funding so that I could sit in the pub talking pub philosophy with anyone who wanted. The money would go on buying beer for me and the pub philosophers willing to engage. Turned out that there was a ridiculous amount of paperwork that needed filling in so I abandoned that idea early on.
The website has been busy off and on. In the intervening sixteen years there have been two thousand two hundred and forty four published posts. Mostly mine but some by guest contributors – poets mostly. Nowadays it seems to be mostly the same stuff you get to see on Facebook but freely available to the world. No idea how much traffic it gets.
If you want a guest logon let me know. Ditto if you want an invite to the shed someday. You will find it a warm and hospitable place full of bonhomie and convivial conversation. Don’t expect to remember any of it though.