theoretical physics

birthday bbq today at s's, in wimbledon. lots of oxford people. met a guy who is in his first yr of a phd in theoretical physics. hf asked what it was, i was sorely tempted to crack a joke. "theoretical physics, like 'i think i see that bunsen burner, therefore that is a bunsen burner.'" luckily i bit my tongue. i have a strange sense of humour. anyway, apparently it's physics without the experiments, more sitting around in dark rooms hunched over, propounding earth shattering (hopefully) theories. or something.

showed hf the "fat lady" short story for her opinion and miss MA-in-Creative-Writing actually gave me a quick crit which was cool, useful as i didn't know what i was doing with it. it's cool that she has this practice, will have to get her opinion on more things. it's funny how people are sometimes kind of - scared? wary? i don't know, just a bit hesitant about giving true opinions, but i'm always curious to know what people think of my work. like with b---, he always seemed like he didn't want to hurt my feelings or something, whenever we were talking about BNFM, but i need these criticisms, else what am i going to work on, build on? i'm objective enough to be able to take it.

the weather is being very mercurial today. sunny - although incredibly windy - then for no reason at all it will rain solidly for five minutes, then the sun will reappear. spring time is here.

mother's day. the younger sib has disappeared somewhere; can't do a thing till she returns.

the flowers on the clematis outside my window are out, and the blossom on the peach tree is budding. a new project, herbal tea, Abbey Road, a handful of toffee popcorn; everything is fine.