2013 — 28 October: Monday
I have the greatest respect for1 the powers of the four elements of the ancient world. Happily, on the evidence so far this morning, whoever's in charge of the way the wind blows managed to keep the air-borne water away from the vicinity of my broken roof tile — though I suspect clearing away a lot of the moss had its part to play in improved drainage, leading it to earth. No signs of fire anywhere.
Which leaves the small amount of debris spilled from my neighbour's green bin into my front "garden" (which I've already cleared up) and the Mystery of the lightweight, dark brown, Plastic Fascia board (all four meters or so of it) which was lying propped neatly at a crooked angle, caught against the makeshift cable that has been helping stop my pear tree from falling over for the last four years or so. I don't yet know from whence Mr Fascia has flown, but it could well explain the noise I heard at one point yesterday evening.
R.I.P. Lou Reed
At 71, I gather. He gave us some great music. One by one, they're continuing to fall:
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
KBO, as Churchill was wont to say.
Soon be time for breakfast. The sun is shining, and there are some bits of blue in between the rain clouds. I dosed myself last night with ten consecutive episodes of Season #5 of the "Mentalist" and thoroughly enjoyed them. (Man cannot live by books and/or music alone.) I can only assume the beautiful cast member (Amanda Righetti) who was always photographed either from behind or in a head and shoulders shot seated at her desk was doing her valiant best to conceal a real-life pregnancy. Pity, as it worked against some of the team dynamics.
I've just returned the fascia board to its rightful owner, with an explanatory note — they're obviously away somewhere at the moment. [Pause] Right! About that breakfast...
The chap who...
... brought us, some of us, "Schott's Miscellany" a few years ago has returned with a book called Schottenfreude: German words for the Human Condition. Example:
Tageslichtspielschock
Being startled when exiting a movie theater into broad daylight. Day-Light-Show-Shock
"What," I find myself wondering, "would Christa have made of that?" Personally, I preferred "baggatory", from Liesl Schillinger's "Wordbirds". (Link.)
Who could possibly...
... resist a book of Euclid's Elements with each proposition
set in Caslon italic?
:-)
And is there anything quite like a bit of (Thomas) Beecham undiscovered (by me) until this afternoon?
The English may not like music — but they absolutely love the noise it makes.
What?!
How can The Chain possibly have got this far before playing "Wipe out" by The Surfaris?