Wake up calls

Dear Diary,

This morning I awoke to the chimes of my phone ringing, the double-bass of Ramsey Lewis ringtone. A pleasant name popped up of a beauteous translator, their's another language meet soon. I am only to happy to attend.

The phone sounded again, it was my old-man, we're sorting out the jive tour this year. It will be a real joy to play music with my old-man professionally for the first time. I'm learning Johnny B Goode by Chuck Berry, as well as numerous other tunes, in the same vein.

Yet another call. It's the locksmith chasing up money for the change of locks. Bugger. Still, better to be secure than inundated with the dreaded drink. I intend to get blitzed today, I deserve it, after finishing chapter four.

The forums are silent now, as is the telephone. Last night I was pretty ... chilled out and posted something akin to "...don't worry, we have like three or more weeks to sort this thang out..." to which a colleague replied "that time will slip away fast". They're right, of course. We need to Stay On the Flex with this group work. I only wish that more people in our group were more of a 'forum whore' akin to myself. Last time was much more On the Flex. I had considered uploading some threads from our last forum, but I doubt it would do any good. Introducing irrelevant material, and digressing from the task at hand might not conducive.

I find it hard to believe that these people have never done any group work before. Many of them are 'Alumni' (post-grads') and I find it weird that last time I did a group assignment I was "King in all but name" (I opted to have no leaders, in accordance with my firm Anarcomunitarist beliefs) which turned out to be a right mess, as I couldn't exert any authority over anyone, so I became submissive.

This time almost all the other students recommended I be leader, my response was to do an official poll. That it might give my leadership legitimacy. I won the landslide victory (unanimous) and now everyone's gone quiet.

I am not so much of a paranoiak to think that it is 'all a conspiracy', more likely my tutor arranged the group so that I was the only student with experience in doing this sort of thing (a group essay, it is after all a very new innovation) as I expressed an interest in being leader in my last reflective assignment.

If people don't vote on which images we use, I have said that we will just go with what they voted for last time (i.e. their each favourite five images). It's so not On the Flex. I set the deadline for today. No movement so far.

I have changed my title from "Fürer" or "Emperor" to "First Secretary" (that which the head of the U.S.S.R. had as title). This is to reflect my belief as an Anarcomunitarist.

Speaking of rooskies, it's great to have my old Russian fan-base back. I closed this blog down for a while, and lost my Russian following. A big hello to all my Comrades in the east. I love you guys as much as I love the Shermans (yanks). I know you two countries don't usually get along, but I have respect and admiration for you both. All the rooskies I've met on my many travels have either been the best of people, or the worst. I think of Russia like France: I love some of you and I hate others, depending on whether or not on our first meeting you say (as some Russians do) "I fuck England! I fuck America! Western Imperialist... et cetera et cetera." Treat me with respect and civility, and I am much more receptive to those kind of Russians. By the way, one of my all time favourite films is "Dr. Strangelove: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love..." The Russian ambassador and also Premiere Kissov (Dimitri) are so funny in that picture. I can recite every line from memory. Kubrick even comes from the town I live in!

Anyway, I am off to have a bath, go shopping, run some more errands for the family around the corner. Take care of yourself y'all, and each other,

Maximus Fleximus. xx