Today is the 18 May 2020 and marks the 40th anniversary of when Ian Curtis took his own life so I was pleased to see that Bernard Sumner and Stephen Morris are remembering the event - ‘Moving through Silence’ I grew up in South Manchester and it’s hard to describe how important music and football were during my formative years. I never saw Joy Division play live but some of my schoolmates did (‘He did this weird dance’)....
Sometimes, I spend a lot of time on technical tasks that are of seemingly questionable benefit or limited practical use. For example, I remember converting the format of my 977 blog posts between markup languages and migrating the content to esoteric blogging platforms (more then once). I also wasted an unbelievable amount of time meticulously editing the meta data (YAML front-matter) and writing scripts simply to preserve Disqus comments after a change to the permalink structure....
‘Mum, mum. Please calm…’ ‘You don’t understand. I just want to be able to see the grandchildren. I just want to hug them, to hold them, to cuddle them’. ‘Yes, Mum. I realise that but this won’t…’ ‘Is it too much to ask to sit out on the patio, drawing and colouring with them ? Is it too much to want to spoil them with toys and treats ? Like any proud Grandma ?...
Frustratingly, I can’t locate it now but I recently saw a post on Mastodon from someone who had great difficulty creating a new file in his ‘Documents’ folder. This struck me as very amusing but I think the point he was trying to express was that his ‘Documents’ directory is a disorganised, unstructured, cluttered mess of files so he is incredibly reluctant and can barely bring himself to compound the issue further by typing ‘vi linux-notes....
Wife: ‘Jane told me yesterday she just found it all quite overwhelming last week and just sat down and had a little cry’. Me: ‘There’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve think we’ve all had wobbly moments. I certainly know I have.’ Wife: ‘Have you ?’ Me: ‘Yeah, it was a couple of weeks ago now. I heard yet another radio interview with a lady who’d lost her Mum, she couldn’t visit her in hospital and now her Dad is left grieving on his own....