2014 — 5 June: Thursday
I have been ekeing out the last few episodes of the final season of "Weeds"1 but, I fear, tonight will see the end of it. (Sob.) I enjoyed re-reading Tuesday's juvenile piece of SF, too, and note that David Severn (actually, David Storr Unwin, son of the publisher) made no concessions to the more limited vocabulary of his younger audience. (May be one of the reasons I liked the tale in the first place, though I have now exorcised my need to dally any longer with it.) Speaking of...
Big Bro...
... has sent me "before" and "after" shots of the results of a 32-month project to restore his beloved ancient Mini 1275 GT to (literally) showroom condition. See if you can work out which is which:
Now as to exactly why one would ever want to do2 that he remains silent. Let alone choose the colour he did. Siblings, heh?
I mentioned...
... this book some while back, having bought this first edition copy (for £3 on 16 September 2003) from a multi-hand paperback seller near the Tate Modern — Christa and I had been snooping around in (vain) hopes of seeing stuff worth seeing...
Trivia alert: Young acted as a part-time typographical advisor, though his kerning was sub-optimal here! The penguin, however, is the 1949 version that had been drawn by Jan Tschichold rather than the earlier pre-war version drawn by Young.
In 1954, Penguin published Young's wartime memoir One of Our Submarines as its 1,000th paperback. The cover was designed by Young himself and encapsulates his achievements: His military honors are listed underneath his name, while the penguin logo is surrounded by a laurel wreath. It was a fitting tribute to the man who first established Penguin's distinctive and distinguished character, one which, nearly eight decades on, is recognized the world over.
A Californian...
... professor of philosophy writing about "Jerkitude". What more could you wish for? (Link.)
Right. Time I wasn't here as I need to be there in time for some more of that fresh air'n'exercise stuff. Lunch packed? Brain cell engaged? TTFN.
Back when I was busily killing...
... music by all the home taping I was doing3 my preferred cassette tape length was the C90. And my absolute favourite pair of tracks to put on one side of a C90 was (of course) "Atom Heart Mother" and the track "Echoes" from the Meddle album that has just turned up in its shiny new 2011 remastered form. These two tracks fitted with about 20 seconds to spare. I first heard "Echoes" in 1971 (courtesy of the BBC's non-stereo FM relay transmitter near Cambridge) on one of those brief John Peel "In concert" one hour sessions when Radio 1 was 'allowed' to grab a slice of Radio 2's FM space.
My more art-inclined cousin Jayne wrote to me at the time (from her more art-inclined college, naturally) espousing her theory that "Echoes" was from the point of view of timing, tempo, and emotion like the inverse of Ravel's "Boléro". I'm still not sure I agree, but I enjoyed listening to it again.