2010 — 7 November: Sunday
Unlike Webster's Dictionary we're Buriton bound.1 That's a new one for me, at least. Mike walked it three years ago, he tells me. It's not actually raining, but is rather moist out there. I keep telling myself these walks are jolly good for us, especially at this ridiculous time in the morning.
Breakfast to eat, lunch to pack, boots and lightweight waterproof jacket to find. Busy, busy. It's 08:08 — tick tock.
Let's not all get hysterical
Another reason to browse this always interesting site in light of a forthcoming (pun accidental) film mentioned here. As it happens, I bought and read the Rachel Maines book mentioned back in February 1999. I even have a fascinating recent US documentary based on it, though that's on loan to the younger generation's distaff side at the moment :-)
Now, about that packed lunch, Mrs Landingham? Bright but chilly, with early showers dying out? We shall see about that. Brrr.
Brrr, indeed
But, at 14:22 and some six-plus walking miles (and 48 or so in the car) later, I'm back, freshly bathed, and toasty-warm once again as I relax into the Sunday afternoon music oozing out of BBC 6Music. I admit it looks awfully like rain clouds out there but, since I'm in here, I can ignore them. We chickened out of Buriton, opting instead for a simple road-based walk around Froxton Green. As it was, last night's rain had left quite a lot of mud around. Going "off-piste" would most likely have been a slippery step too far. Mike's just sent over today's crop of pixels, including another bootiful fungus:
Definitely time for my next cuppa.
Orson Welles...
... has just opened Jarvis Cocker's Sunday Service. Excellent. I await the interview with Brian Eno. Oh, and happy birthday, Joni Mitchell!
There's an interesting story behind this delicious graphic:
Though I still have no idea why the New York Times always insists on spelling "IBM" as "I.B.M." — I have just one book by this journalist, but it features a "review" of Lois Haibt by Fran Allen, which is pretty good going for any book, in my opinion. (Christa, Peter and I were royally entertained in Fran's back garden in Croton-on-Hudson in 1996. Lois is a good friend of Fran, and of my friend Carol Shanesy. Cue the phrase: small world.)
Later
Now that I've processed the first 440 CDs, I've started revamping my "audio" section both to "explain" what I've been up to, and to show the CD list. Pure madness, of course, but I enjoy it. It's 19:13 and the "Freak Zone" is certainly living up to its name. Sometimes, Mr Maconie is wilfully obscure in his choices. But he has Terry (A rainbow in curved air) Riley in the studio for his 75th birthday.
This tickled me more than is probably strictly legal:
