me! me! me!

Right now I'm sitting in the foyer of the NLA, waiting for a coffee to arrive, nursing one sore ankle caused by my car and I not being ergonomically compatible, and another caused by the uneven paving outside NLA. Wandering in such a state of vaguenss from the carpark to the entrance that I neglected to note the pavers incorporate a drain and my ankle didn't see why it should offer any resistance. Which does make me ponder how nerded I have become that I cannot even exert the physical effort required to get into a library without doing myself an injury.

In happy happy other news I have a pleasing pile of books with details of who taught what in the Technical Colleges of Sydney in the years relevant to my research sitting on a desk inside the library. A certain amount of irony prevails in the detail that I scoured Sydney for this info and ultimately found it in Canberra. But, thems the breaks when you're a dolt.

I spent the last couple of days in Sydney, where, aside from sharing a serious dumplinapalooza and some well-needed hilarity with mine hosts, I went to the AGNSW library and the State Library; reading other accounts of art education in Sydney at the time, which was also useful. The tendency of teachers at ESTC to write extensive memoirs of their time there is really quite a useful one. While I was in the library my phone, all of ten days old, decided that it had had enough and killed itself. While sitting quietly on a desk, all on its own. In a manner that suggested that I had inflicted the damage and voided the warranty. I promptly ranted and moaned to all and sundry and well and truly attired myself in the grumpy pants. My ranting took me to the Optus shop this morning who politely offered me nothing, except the address for the Nokia shop, who happily agreed to fix it under the warranty, despite the screen not normally being covered. So I can start dismantling the mental voodoo dolls of the Nokia people, despite not entirely being in a state of gruntlement that this is the second Nokia phone in two weeks that has started behaving in varied fashions to which I desire to not become accustomed. I know the age of getting a phone with every new contract doesn't inspire the manufacturers to make phones that aren't disposable, but this is getting ridiculous.

I celebrated by going and getting a manicure. And whilst admitting that it was a very cheap one, I still want to know how, when I nodded my head in response to the question "You want square?" I managed to convey the idea that I would just love it if you filed several of my nails on particularly jaunty angles. Wow did she do a crap job. So I don't recommend New York spa and nails in the Canberra Centre.

Back to my desk!

Golden Moments of Procrastination #4