Franticity

(I may have made that word up)

This summer is amazing.

-ly busy.

-ly exhausting.

-ly exciting.

-ly full of sitting at a laptop pounding out words and brackets and italicised 'asides'


But mostly just amazing.



I spent most of last week recovering from the Wedding Weekend of the Century (which, by the way, was WONDERFUL), flitting between Kettering and Harb, for proofreading and editing my thesis in one house, and eating (I have no food) and sleeping (sporadically) in the other. After spending a concentrated couple of days in Ketters working like a mad woman, (oh, and rewarding myself with exciting treats, such as cinema-ing with the young'un to see HARRY POTTER, and Chiquitos-ing with the buddy in Cambridge), I drove back to Harb, en route to Oxfordshire, and emailed a 50-something page draft to my supervisor.

Then, I sped down the M1 (possibly), to arrive chez sister in the mid-afternoon, for to begin a weekend of Wild Wilderness Wonderment.

We spent the weekend lounging in the (occasional) sunshine, usually with a pint of something delicious in our hands, surrounded by small children, colourful people and the wafts of live music. I. Loved. It.

There is something so exhilerating about live music. I'm not going to attempt to capture what it is, but just state that I love it. Really.



Anyway, I left Oxon at circa 11:30-ish am, and arrived in Harborough for a quick shower and laptop collection, then crawled along the A14 to my supervisor's office in Cambridge, whereupon we proceeded to complete a 2 1/2 hour supervision, with me tap-tapping away at my keyboard, and him making approving noises as he read through the literature review, and scoured the literary landscape for grammatical inconsistencies and poorly phrased passages.



There is so much more I'd like to say in this post.

- The joys and delights and strange melancholies associated with weddings.

- The amazing capacities for human love and acceptance - not just in marriage, but also in the creation of surprisingly easy new friendships.

- The horrors and unimaginable selfishness of humanity, as seen in the UK riots.

- The unusual emotions aroused during Harry Potter - their spells and incantations, shooting up light into the night sky: so similar to prayers like incense.

- The ideas of collective worship at a secular music festival - what is it people go for? What are they worshipping?

- Antony and the Johnsons, and preaching Feminine Neutrality.

- How much I love my sister.


SO MUCH I WANT TO TALK ABOUT.


But for now, I am (a boy?). No, for now, I am incredibly exhausted. And a bit sad that I am no longer at Wilderness. But a bit (a lot) excited that I am going to Momentum on FRIDAY.

YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!



I can't wait.



Anyway, good night.