Back home from stoke late and knackered

Speedy drive back to the smoke from Stoke. They’re a good lot, the students we are working with, but one of them found me on the internet and found my phone number published on an old website. Good to know it was there as I’ve taken it down now. But it was an odd moment to tracked down by a student. A little privacy shift. It was just their cleverness and expression, and in the end, no harm done. It had to be formally reported though. I gave just enough about myself away for him to find me. Safeguarding etc. I should remember to go by Alex in that context as then the crime writer blurs it.

I’ve mostly just been informally interviewing the students the last few days. Spending a bit of time with these young individuals starting a journey into this strange and worrying world, but picking up some skills that might just lift them. Lots of them are concerned about AI, of course they are thinking about climate change. War is back on the table and more young people are thinking themselves back into the arms race than a few years ago. It’ll be interesting to see how learning AI can augment the Russian propaganda machine around elections in every other country. A year now since he rolled into Ukraine and we all realised that he would just keep rolling until somebody resisted. I don’t like to think of it too much, but I suppose we must. There’s a land war in Europe. It’s been going on for over a year now. It really does feel like we might be moving slowly towards something irretrievable.

I’m home though, briefly, and safe for the moment. Very happy to be here, warm in my bed. It’s later than I wanted it to get. I lost track of time and did that thing of forgetting this blog until I was about to switch the light off. But… I know I’m gonna sleep well tonight. I’m shattered. Tomorrow I can do all the car admin and packing and invoices before I’m off again on another adventure. Life ain’t bad.

Nuts and bolts today. I’m too tired to do this properly. Good tired after doing work that might bring positive change. But tired is tired. Sleep time.

Author: albarclay

This blog is a work of creative writing. Do not mistake it for truth. All opinions are mine and not that of my numerous employers.

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