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Today is proving to be an "I hate computers" day. Every five minutes, something new goes wrong. it doesn't want to find the file I was working with before I had to do a forced reboot. Now it's found it, it's sluggish, but functional. It's taken me until now, however, to achieve two hours work. I feel like a lesser person. we all have internal images of what we can do in a day and mine has been shaken. This whole week, mine has been shaken. Fortunately, I'm not in the mad panic of a deadline zone and there is heaps of time t get all these things done. But still.

I have given the matter great thought, and I shall see if my hands are up to the expresso pot, for it seems to me that my life would be significantly improved if I had a giant pot of good coffee to work my way through.

Anyhow, my Wednesday gadding has just been cancelled, so that will give me back my lost time.

I just lost more time for I finally realised that I could look up my brother's miniseries up while I was waiting for things to work. Mum keeps telling me "He has done a miniseries. The ABC will show it soon." He forgets to tell me details and she forgets the details and last night I was trying to explain this to Claire and I realised the sum of my ignorance was vast. Now I know more: http://if.com.au/2012/06/22/inprod/Subtopia/TKMLBNPOHB.html

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Fortunately other peoples' computers are more reliable than mine. BiblioBuffet has put up my new column, which is an interview with three rather lovely writers, and all about fairytales.

Competition winner

My computer isn't the only one developing problems. Momentum will publish the winning picture tomorrow, for wildly technical reasons. I'll let you know now, though, that it is of Danny Oz, naked, reading Ms Cellophane. Also very tasteful (how could it be otherwise?).

I'll give you a link the moment there is a link to give!

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My computer is finally behaving. For the moment. I've even done some work. And the migraine is getting neither better nor worse. It changes my perceptions of reality and means I can only do an hour's work at a time, but otherwise it's nothing special. The perceptual changes (the loss of my time sense, the loss of any sense of urgency to tasks, changes in the light and air) make me feel as I've moved sideways into a related universe that's not quite my own. I've decided to treat it all as a learning experience.

Mostly, big things are happening around me and I am watching, with enthusiasm (Curiosity, Readercon sorting their issues) or with trepidation (not going into these, for they are not mine to go into). This is such a crowded August in so many ways.

I don't have much to say, therefore, but I'm thinking a lot, in my odd sideways time/space. The biggest thing I'm thinking is that people who notice others and take the needs of others into the way they work are worth their weight in platinum and diamonds and all things precious.