h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I had an interesting weekend, ultimately spending a good part of yesterday lying on the grass, in the sun, in the middle of the local school oval, talking about sex (probably among other things, but that seems to dominate my imagination in my recollection of the conversation...) with a friend of mine who has an ongoing interest in the subject.

In the course of the conversation she remarked that it was really good to spend time doing nothing, and talking, communicating, in a way that she felt unable to do in normal circumstances. It was good, she said, to be "human beings, rather than humans doing." That struck me as one of the most fundamentally important expressions of humanity that I had ever heard. Combining that with ‘City of Angels', which I saw for the first time on television last night, made the entire weekend - slow, relaxed and uneventful as it was - one of the best I think I've ever had.

It was one of the best I've had in spite of the fact that my housemate, in a fit of drunken temper, wrenched the handle off the window-winding mechanism of the window next to my computer. Of course, he did this while shutting the window, so that it now can't be opened, and the stink of dog can't be effectively dispersed from my loungeroom. He hasn't tried to talk to me about this, I would guess because he's embarrassed, and also because he's as aware as I am that, if the landlords aren't willing to fix this problem, then he will ultimately have to pay for it - either financially, or by being forced from the house as an idiot. Either situation works to my advantage, ultimately, but it is annoying. I'm ringing the agents later today...

Conversations dominated this weekend, from Saturday afternoon on. New articles are in the offing - the notable one being about ‘sexual relationships': an ‘ultimate guide'? I made rissoles again last night. Dinner tonight will be a good one - leftover rissoles and sandwiches while straining the brain at C.I.T. The bike is ready, I'm prepared, the rent is paid and the day - although overcast and uninspiring - is good.