2012 — 13 November: Tuesday

The weather looks promising for this morning's gentle ramble.1 And the music on BBC Radio 3 is currently far more palatable than news of American generals with unzipped weaponry on the adjacent channel. I've just learned that Max Richter's "recomposed" Vivaldi is at #4 in the specialist classical chart. One of the "Fun Guys"2 mentioned this to me in an email three days ago and I promptly bought (and very much enjoyed) the MP3 download. In fact, Peter and Peter's g/f enjoyed it, too.

If only...

... I were intelligent enough to understand this:

Dumber

Not only...

... do I allow myself to get dragged up hills, down dales, and through blasted lakes...

Wading in the Wadi

... but it also occurs to me that traffic management in Hampshire is still in its infancy...

Signage

Enough time...

... has elapsed, I think, since I read John Gregory Dunne's fascinating exposure of the fraught process he and his wife (Joan Didion) went through while taking a script and turning it into a Hollywood movie...

Book and DVD

... for me to watch the end result that Mr Postie was kind enough to stuff into my milk bottle container on the front doorstep while I was gallivanting around earlier.

My intent in upgrading to Win8 wasn't just to get my hands on the delicious desktop theme fractal images here! But at least I can browse them while waiting for the latest batch of security patches to hit the fan. [Pause] And here I am, nine updates (331.9MB of code) later, ready for my evening meal. I have downloaded and installed over half a gigabyte of updates and patches to this OS in nine days. Is that a Good Thing, I wonder? And still my little optional HP LaserJet driver update refuses to install.

24? Not 42??

Here's a little something that makes my brain ache. Who knew 24 was such a weird number? Rumour has it that John Baez is a cousin of Joan, by the way. (Link to a PDF file.)

  

Footnotes

1  Around the nameless pub a few miles up the road from the Bikers' 'caff'.
2  Two mushroom-hunting walking companions from Ashley Heath who are now inconveniently distant after their relocation to the Gower Peninsula.