2007 — 8 May: On this day, in 1917...
My Dad was born. So, he would have been 90 today. Crikey! (Instead of which, he died in 1975 without ever seeing his only grandson.)
I was vaguely contemplating the past having watched the excellent film capote last night. (The film "In Cold Blood", I remember, has an amazing soundtrack by Quincy Jones,1 who was definitely one of Dad's preferred musicians.) Mind you, the evening's DVD hit rate was a rather poor one in three. We first tried, and discarded, both the story of the Manhattan Project and the "young, mid-life crisis" saga. Can't win them all.
Before I forget: congratulations to the Thunderbird email team for a painless upgrade to Version 2.
Is this a toy I see before me?
The day after High Street chain Currys (or "Currys.digital" as they prefer to be styled, now that they have moved stuff like washing machines and vacuum cleaners into all the old re-branded Dixons stores) announced the phasing out of blank tape cassettes, a Firebox leaflet fell out of my Mac User magazine:
Problem is, it doesn't seem to include Dolby decoding, or tape-type switching, and the tapes I would wish to convert to MP3 are invariably well-recorded with correct equalisation and bias, and Dolby C HXPro noise reduction. Pity; it would have made for an elegant solution.
Bug reporting
How's this for a Randall Munroe punchline?
I know the feeling.
I love a good oxymoron, too. How's this one from Ralph Waldo Emerson?
"All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients"