9 day old eye

holding a tiny baby, loy, son of B & N who used to work with me, he opens his eye a crack to look into my face, he has only been able to see this world, in the unfocussed way that new born babies see things, for 9 days.

what does he make of me?

what is he dreaming about when he's asleep?

actually funki g asked that second one last night, when we were at nippy & r9's house, me, josiah, L, funki g, B & N, a goodbye dinner for funki g, a week left in this country.

really nice, it was representative of an era at work when they all worked there (except for r9), now just me, L & funki g, and funki g's going to amsterdam. we three were the teachers who mc'd to our students on thursday, our three signatures are on the certificates that our students were given.

whilst i was walking with funki g after work, something which i'll miss, i bought pedagogy of the oppressed by paulo freire, a book we'd talked about on my counselling skills course. from that bookstall underneath waterloo bridge.

lying in bed today when i woke up i finished the shape of a pocket by john berger, which i hope cedric nash will take with him when he goes walking in france tomorrow. fantastic book, very much cedric's thing, some of the writing about images and things,

"Imagine, suddenly, the substantial material world (tomatoes, rain, birds, stones, melons, fish, eels, termites, mothers, dogs, mildew, saltwater) in revolt aginst the endless stream of images which tell lies about them and in which they are imprisoned!"

john berger, the shape of a pocket.

pure cedric nash, pure john berger.

then today went out into the world with dr K, ate @ the amazon cafe, round the corner from manolis's, in fact P, who runs the amazon, used to work for manolis... she eats @ manolis's some sundays, manolis says they are speaking again now. the amazon and manolis's are the only good cafe's for quite some distance. they are both of a very high quality.

we passed through the car boot sale, bought alfie on video amongst other things, then on the way home came accross this little gem stuck down on the pavement:

"Or, an exploration of my dysfunctional memory"

E's birthday today, going to watch the sunset from the bar at the top of the hilton hotel then drink the night away...