2015 — 31 May: Sunday

Bright sunshine? No, not exactly.1 But I wasn't planning on walking before Wednesday.

I'm a little dismayed...

... (and worried) by the rate of (heel) erosion exhibited by my latest in an endless series of retirement attempts to discover the perfect outdoor boot. At least one of my chums, by contrast, (still) prefers to worry about reports produced by the Queen of the Internet regarding lack of ad revenue on mobile devices. How incredibly boring. Sadly, I'd not even heard of the lady — perhaps I need to stay in more?

But then how would I smell the roses?

I couldn't resist...

... revisiting this glorious piece, though I've chosen a different snippet four and a half years later!

I have observed that when someone says 'Yes, but...' there is little purpose in continuing by providing reasons, evidence or arguments as to why that person should change his mind about the thing in question. Deeply unimaginative as that person might be in all other circumstances, when it comes to preserving his original standpoint from attack by people who want to argue him out of it, his imagination is infinitely fertile. It acts instantaneously, at the speed [of] light. 'Yes, but...' and its subsequent rationalisation emerges from the mouth of the resentful faster than a driver in Mexico City can apply himself to the horn when the traffic lights change from red.

Theodore Dalrymple in New English Review


Golly!

What can one say?

How Things Change

And all I ever got was an underpowered ThinkPad!

Hah! I recognised Wes Montgomery with the first chord played.

There are...

... distinct limits, it turns out, to how much file maintenance you can do in a day, let alone how you can hope to make any description of it even remotely interesting. For anyone. [Pause] The evening sunshine is making up for the morning gloom and rain.

  

Footnote

1  Into every May a little rain must fall.