May to September... ,

I wonder if this is a record? I had good intentions, but no will power - actually, not really true, in fact, I absolutely forgot how to use this. I really am a technophobe. So, from May to now, silence. Just as well that I didn't tell anyone I had a blog, eh?! The masses haven't been panting.

So, what have I been doing? I've travelled - Mexico, the US, Denmark, the north of Scotland... I've read - a lot - I've procrastinated on reading what I should have been reading... I've sunk low, and am clawing my way back.
Right now, my time is/should be engaged with my PhD. Why, oh Why is it so hard to regain momentum?? I am about to read an essay: Marxist and Wesleyan Anthropology and the prospects for a marxist-Wesleyan dialogue. Somedays, that would stimulate me, but today, I want to go home, put pajamas on, watch videos (only our local *blockbuster* only has DVDS in another attempt to make the video obsolete, and force people like me to buy another product that will no doubt also be obsolete in the near future... ) eat popcorn, and maybe pasta. BUT since it is only three-o'clock in the afternoon I'll no doubt stay here, waste more time, read, realise nothing is sinking in, and THEN go home.

My darling husband is away this weekend, which makes me realise that I am really a v.b.p. 'very boring person.' I guess that somewhere I DO have friends, and that I COULD ring and invite myself out, but, for some reason, I'll probably retreat into my lair.

Right, time to go tackle Marx.

Incidentally, I'm reading one of the most stimulating books I've ever read - Soil and Soul. Alastair MacIntosh. Brilliant.

And, I learned to play The Settlers of Catan over the summer. A new addiction.