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rhondacrockett) wrote2006-01-13 03:55 pm
rhondacrockett) wrote2006-01-13 03:55 pm
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Hmm, let's see... do I have anything to talk about today?
Oh yes! The electricity went off in my flat last night. Lights, sockets, kitchen, TV room: everything except the lights in the corridor went off (there are a number of different circuits in the flat). We all came out into the corridor and had a confab in front of the door to the circuit board until the electrician arrived. All those people, who'd been sequestered in their rooms (myself included), came out and socialised. We decided we were being punished by the god of accommodation and we were going to light candles and offer sacrifices to the circuit box to ensure it wouldn't happen again. I think we scared the electrician a bit lol.
Anyway, I think the incident says something about isolation and social skills and modern technology. I didn't even realise that some people who appeared were in Guthrie.
I was also accused of being a prostitute by some random and very angry old man yesterday. Or I think that's what he accused me of; he was talking so fast I couldn't make out a word he said, except for "prostitute" and "look like a fool". It was bizarre and a little scary, cos I met him in a sidestreet, which had been narrowed down by fences put up around some building work on one side. *shivers*
And today, I've been reading something interesting for a change (hurrah!). It's Jonathan Culler's The Pursuit of Signs. I don't agree with a lot of what he's saying, but I understand it much better than some of the crap I've had to read, and I'm actually having fun "arguing" with him.
Oh yes! The electricity went off in my flat last night. Lights, sockets, kitchen, TV room: everything except the lights in the corridor went off (there are a number of different circuits in the flat). We all came out into the corridor and had a confab in front of the door to the circuit board until the electrician arrived. All those people, who'd been sequestered in their rooms (myself included), came out and socialised. We decided we were being punished by the god of accommodation and we were going to light candles and offer sacrifices to the circuit box to ensure it wouldn't happen again. I think we scared the electrician a bit lol.
Anyway, I think the incident says something about isolation and social skills and modern technology. I didn't even realise that some people who appeared were in Guthrie.
I was also accused of being a prostitute by some random and very angry old man yesterday. Or I think that's what he accused me of; he was talking so fast I couldn't make out a word he said, except for "prostitute" and "look like a fool". It was bizarre and a little scary, cos I met him in a sidestreet, which had been narrowed down by fences put up around some building work on one side. *shivers*
And today, I've been reading something interesting for a change (hurrah!). It's Jonathan Culler's The Pursuit of Signs. I don't agree with a lot of what he's saying, but I understand it much better than some of the crap I've had to read, and I'm actually having fun "arguing" with him.