Monday 14th June 2021, 10.15am (day 3,581)
I shaved the rest off after taking this photo, rest assured.
A man of two sides
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: self-portrait
This morning’s dose of Zoombification
Thursday 20th May 2021, 9.15am (day 3,556)
And where are all the people who should be in the empty offices, as pictured yesterday? Trapped behind these magic mirrors, in some kind of netherworld. Myth becomes life, and slowly we fade away, losing more and more connections with the reality we once knew.
Feet up (and lousy movie)
Sunday 28th March 2021, 5.45pm (day 3,503)
The rain came down, so another exciting weekend day was spent inside, thanks to Our Glorious Leaders still reckoning that indoor entertainment options will cause us all to shrivel with plague, or something. But, won’t this change as of tomorrow? My view is — don’t hold your breath.
And this movie was awful, by the way. I won’t name it. But if you can take what might have been a quite interesting plot twist and still make it as boring as the rest of the day, then that was quite an achievement.
Me on screen with Jack
Friday 19th March 2021, 10.55am (day 3,494)
A whole morning spent sitting in my office, talking to my Mac (with a vague assumption that there might be some people listening out there in Zoombie-land). This is what we call ‘teaching’, these days. Overseen by Mr. Jack Nicholson, whose image (or perhaps, more precisely, R. P. McMurphy’s) makes its third appearance on the blog (see also here and here) — as many as my mother, by now. Well, it is a very good movie. And book.
Essential supplies
Monday 11th January 2021, 9.20am (day 3,427)
Less than an hour into the working week and I’m already reaching for these, which is not a good sign. A side effect of screen imprisonment — I doubt I’m not the only one suffering.
Selfie outside Shelter
Thursday 7th January 2021, 4.15pm (day 3,423)
Will the last business standing please turn off the economy? Thanks…
Self-portrait as Zoombie
Thursday 17th December 2020, 1.00pm (day 3,402)
Another day with little to record except my further Zoombification, along with much of the rest of the planet. It’s nearly Christmas, which of course will lead to radical change in the current shape of life. But at least I won’t have any Zoom meetings for two weeks.
Me and my shadow (or, selfie with ponytail)
Monday 2nd November 2020, 2.45pm (day 3,357)
Working at home today … but then again, aren’t we all. The ‘lockdown hair’ continues to grow.
Watershed
Monday 20th July 2020, 2.15pm (day 3,252)
I went on a walk today along the Rochdale Canal from Littleborough to Walsden. Along that route one passes across the main watershed of northern England, which is marked by this sculpture, and poetry that you may enjoy (although the third and fourth lines are illegible on this reproduction — my apologies). If I were to have passed water at this spot, random chance would have led to it either bouncing to the left, and thus flowing into the Irish Sea at via the rivers Roch, Irwell and Mersey. Or, to the right — to flow into the North Sea, via the Calder, Aire and Humber. A very real line — as the poem says, a “liquid equinox” — but not a visible one, not without this memorial. Nice touch.
Self-portrait number 42 (or, Man In Need Of Haircut)
Monday 11th May 2020, 7.10pm (day 3,182)
Under conditions of day-to-day repetition it’s nice to have reasons to select shots. This mirror selfie makes it because I realised it has become the 42nd self-portrait to feature on here — and the number 42 has been highlighted whenever and wherever it appears. So you can now see that I am in sore need of a haircut, like many other people. There are worse consequences of the present farce, of course.
Being 42 