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The weather this weekend has been of two personalities, and we didn't see very much of the sunny one, though it did manifest itself this morning. I haven't got very much done really. I part-edited a couple of articles for the next issues of the DSoc magazine (a job originally scheduled for early September, but the absence of a computer put paid to that) yesterday, then went to a launch party for a book. This was the book of the thesis written by CM, who wrote her thesis at the same time as me. None of the other C18 historians from our era turned up, so I was alone among sometime Wolfson and Magdalen boaties for the most part; their perspective was a global one, with one now being a dance teacher in Ethiopia, and indeed about to marry a dancer from Ethiopia, and another working for the UN in Kosovo. I felt very parochial!
Today I caught up on sleep, and made an attempt to do some reading before the next American Revolution tutorial, but didn't get very far. I am ashamed of my powers of concentration, which are next to nil at the moment, at least when I have something important to read. This evening I went down to Cellis's in Oxford to participate in her Star Trek:TNG watching evening. Cellis has emerged, since I left her, as an active Star Trek fan, complete with several Picard/Crusher 'shipping stories on the net. The gathering was small, with Oin, Rustica and Italia also present. The episodes started with 'Attached', the great missed opportunity to P/C fandom, and we then went through 'Second Chances', the one about cellular-peptide eating parasites whose title I can't remember, and finally, continuing the parasite strand, 'Conspiracy'. It's a long time since I had watched so many episodes of 'Star Trek' together, probably not since I stopped going to TrekSoc at university. Cellis and Italia also talked about their writing; it's good to see Cellis doing all that she is doing, as when she was with me I felt she became very bored with my retiring bachelor ways, but it's also bittersweet.
On my way into Cellis's collegiate abode, I found Apples (see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pellegrina's journal, passim) running the lodge. He shook my hand, and described Cellis as 'another old friend of pellegrina's'. I think she'd have liked that. We're having one of our catching up lunches tomorrow.
Today I caught up on sleep, and made an attempt to do some reading before the next American Revolution tutorial, but didn't get very far. I am ashamed of my powers of concentration, which are next to nil at the moment, at least when I have something important to read. This evening I went down to Cellis's in Oxford to participate in her Star Trek:TNG watching evening. Cellis has emerged, since I left her, as an active Star Trek fan, complete with several Picard/Crusher 'shipping stories on the net. The gathering was small, with Oin, Rustica and Italia also present. The episodes started with 'Attached', the great missed opportunity to P/C fandom, and we then went through 'Second Chances', the one about cellular-peptide eating parasites whose title I can't remember, and finally, continuing the parasite strand, 'Conspiracy'. It's a long time since I had watched so many episodes of 'Star Trek' together, probably not since I stopped going to TrekSoc at university. Cellis and Italia also talked about their writing; it's good to see Cellis doing all that she is doing, as when she was with me I felt she became very bored with my retiring bachelor ways, but it's also bittersweet.
On my way into Cellis's collegiate abode, I found Apples (see
pellegrina's journal, passim) running the lodge. He shook my hand, and described Cellis as 'another old friend of pellegrina's'. I think she'd have liked that. We're having one of our catching up lunches tomorrow.