2013 — 19 August: Monday
Let's see how this sunny Monday is shaping up1 so far. It's not yet 09:00 and I have:
- Made my cuppa
- Virus-scanned BlackBeast
- Downloaded the three BBC 6Music radio shows I want from yesterday
By my calculation, that makes it nearly time for breakfast and Harry Shearer's "Le Show".2
Le Show - a weekly romp through the worlds of media, politics, sports and show business, leavened with an eclectic mix of mysterious music, hosted by Harry Shearer.
He's just kicked off with a few pithy sentences putting the boot into the attempts by the American wing of the Murdoch empire to argue that "crappy governance isn't a crime" and that Scotland Yard's proposed further, deeper, investigations into illegal activities could have "apocalyptic effects downstream" on 46,000 jobs and even (shudder) affect broadcast licences.
Just think: no more Fox "News" :-)
Clean, safe, too cheap to meter
Next target: our friend the atom, including the very long-running saga of the proposed Yucca Mountain nuclear waste "dump". I can't help but recall this 1976 Ron Cobb image:
Breakfast beckons.
Sparks flying
I'd not previously met this Indian Arts magazine. Source and snippet:
It's unsurprising, then, that a story about power shortages and electricity theft in Kanpur would assume mythic proportions, the film's avatars of authority and subversion competing to
bottle ever-elusive lightning.
The avatars in question are IAS officer Ritu Maheshwari — the first female chief of the Kanpur Electricity Supply Company (KESCO) — and katiyabaaz (electricity thief) Loha Singh, the puckish
Robin Hood to Maheshwari's no-nonsense sheriff. Although the two never meet, the filmmakers position them as law versus anarchy in a tug-of-war over Kanpur's limited power supply.
Sounds like an interesting documentary.
The stupidity of...
... some of the decisions I make never ceases to amaze me and — after a suitable time has elapsed, of course — to amuse me. The present example concerns some careless file-naming which I now have to fix... everywhere I've managed to spread confusion (as it were). Good job I'm retired. <Sigh>
Meanwhile, there's now a walk on the cards for tomorrow, and both a morning coffee and then a lunch set for Wednesday. I've surely earned my late-afternoon cuppa by now? And how come I never spotted the close similarity of one of the tracks on "Django Django" with an Eno track that's 40 years older? Just askin'.