2011 — 12 December: Monday
Having been playing with the minimalist "Boom" I seem to have had a rush of blood to the head. Indeed, I must be mad.1 I have not only voluntarily let iTunes back on to BlackBeast, but have watched and waited while it chewed its way, really quite quickly, through the 32,000 or so MP3 files I pointed it to. But now it's 01:10 and I need some beauty sleep. G'night.
I almost never knock on Mrs Google's front door, opting instead for the data entry field in the top corner of my web browser. So I almost never see the Google doodle. Today's is a silicon chip for Robert Noyce. Now if only my six-core AMD CPU had been as easy I wouldn't have had to give BlackBeast its recent heart/lung transplant.
That's a blow
The severe weather being forecast2 isn't making the prospect of a trip up to the Midlands later this week quite as delectable as it would otherwise be. But at least it should allow us a short, local walk in an hour or so. Gotta keep blowing those cobwebs away. Also need to touch base with dear Mama's GP, and restock some of Mrs Hubbard's cupboard. So I'm going to need another cuppa...
Another 6.2 miles or so under our boots, and under a cloudless blue sky (though the BBC had insisted Winchester would be under thick clouds). Now it's time for a quick bite of lunch before heading out on the next round of tasks. (And miles to go before I sleep.) Meanwhile, iTunes is doing fine...
... with some mighty cool jazz. It's a CD I bought on one of the very infrequent visits Christa and I made to the ghastly shopping centre despoiling the heart of Winchester. I don't remember telling the software to go and find cover artwork, but it seems to have managed all by itself. The other 'Tabula Rasa' I have (in several variants) is by Arvo Pärt, of course.
The Brain, divided
Recall that book I was reading earlier this year by Iain McGilchrist? Title: The Master and his Emissary. This wonderful 11-minute video of him is much easier to assimilate. (Link.)
Don't miss a robot who looks suspiciously like Bender (from "Futurama") about 9.5 minutes into the show...
Yuk. It's both wet and windy out there now — now being 20:17 give or take — and the barometer is going in entirely the wrong direction...