2009 — 7 August: Friday
Tonight's picture of Christa shows her while we were walking along the bank of the river Itchen near the "Bridge" at Shawford. My Canon was on one of its first outings. This was, in fact, only the 51st picture I'd taken with it:
In about 11 hours from now, after lunch with Iris, I may even walk there again (though the rain makes that a bit unlikely). I'm tired, so that's nearly it for tonight.
But I can't sign-off without this link — my life-long pacifism doesn't mean I'm blind to the incredible courage. (I've corrected the original URL at the back of the PDF file of the Summer issue of the DHAeTSA — Summer newsletter.) Thanks, Bro. And thanks, too, to young Brack down in NZ for supplying the web link. (I'm not entitled to membership of this august body 'cos my aeronautical apprenticeship began after the name "de Havilland" had been dropped.)
G'night.
It's a good job...
... I love the sound of breaking glass. (A song by Nick Lowe, produced by Rupert Hine.) Yep, it's the monthly booze crate collection. It's already 09:53 and I need a cuppa.
Hear that buzz? Arthur Porges wrote one of my favourite SF short stories, "The Ruum". He also wrote "The Fly" which, unbelievably, is now an opera in Paris in a version based on David Cronenberg's remake of the original 1958 movie version. What a weird world we live in. Speaking of which, how can the Guardian possibly be website of the year while carrying "stories" like yesterday's about the rules for peeing in the shower? (Or have I just answered my own question?)
I've mentioned Laura Miller and her (wonderful) book before. Here she's outing a charming set of fairy tale believers called the Christian Civil Liberties Union, who want a public book-burning. Like I said, weird.
This succinct summary of the "Twilight" saga made me smile. Surely the CCLU should go after it?
Time for breakfast!
Later
It's 15:28 — lunch was lunched, Iris was chattered to, and the weekly toddle into town has recently completed, too. Now it's time to remove the latest teabag from the latest cuppa and decide whether to keep listening to Gardener's Question Time. Probably not. It's warm and quite sunny, but there's a fair amount of rainy looking cloud up there.
Once upon a time, (in 1971, as it happens) I was content with that little book by Ambrose Bierce, "The devil's dictionary". Here's a short, modern, variant. Random example:
Devout
The word to use when 'fanatic' is considered impolitic or tactless or 'offensive.' For instance young men from the UK who spend time in madrassas in Pakistan and then return
to the UK and set off bombs on public transport are said to have become 'devout' Muslims.
Hah! It's 19:57, the sun is still shining, the sky is pale blue with just a few clouds, this is the summer weather that Big Bro should have had while over here. Better see if I can find a little silver platter to wring some amusing pixels out of, I guess. I'm sure I'll find something.