2013 — 1 October: Tuesday — rabbits!
Definitely autumn.1 The novelty of having NPR back has worn off, and it's back to music. We shall be braving the elements for a little ramble, though on one of the largely-road walks. I have a slice of chicken and apricot pie already lined up for lunch :-)
It would seem...
... that an increasing proportion of what I (seem to) think I "know" just ain't so. Charitably, I suppose I could regard this as the slow (and late) dawning of some pitiful form of wisdom. (Proof.)
It amuses me — though only mildly — to see the increasingly desperate attempts one of my credit card companies is currently making to persuade me to use their 0% interest rate on balance and "money" transfers. I have no balances to transfer, and a strong distaste for "money" conjured out of thin air.
Right! Better get dressed, and hit the road. TTFN.
While I wouldn't...
... pretend that the TV show "Bones" is, by any means, an intellectual stretch, I find the scripts witty and the several depicted relationships very engaging. I took a risk in January 2012, buying a boxed set of the first six seasons — sight unseen, as it were — and enjoyed them immensely. Today's delivery, waiting for me on my doorstep...
... brings me up to date after the "half-season" necessitated by Emily Deschanel's pregnancy. I'm not revealing the other delivery, but will say that it's two copies of the same book; one will be passed along to my birthday twin Christopher in a couple of weeks. If I remember.
Nonsense and...
... unsensibility. I'm indebted to a line in the latest Ansible newsletter:
Richard Dawkins missed out on a Hugo nomination, according to the retired Pope Benedict XVI — who in a recently published letter declares: 'The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins is a classic example of science fiction.' (Independent, 25 September)
Glad we got that sorted out.