2015 — 29 October: Thursday
Yikes! I suspect people who attempt to analyse1 their overnight dreams — let alone anyone else's — are inevitably on that oddly-named "hiding to nothing"... My cup of tea has dispelled most of the mysterious mist. There's a lunch date today, too, plus one or two items to fill in the odd gap in food supplies. I forgot, or failed to notice, leeks on my most recent foray. There's something else I know damn' well I keep forgetting, but who knows what it is? I don't.
[Pause]
Bingo. My other occasional foodie treat, besides chocolate: vanilla ice cream :-)
I had my first...
... Linux hardware (?) glitch in a long time yesterday evening. The screen simply refused to switch back on and stay switched on, provoking Dell's "Entering power off" mode popup on it each time. In the absence of any way of investigating, it was "Big Red Switch" for several seconds, count to 10, power BlackBeast Mk III back on, and all sprang back into what seems like perfectly normal operation again. But I have no idea what was stopping the graphics card sending anything that looked like a viable video signal to the screen. I hate it when that happens.
There are times...
... when I wish I still subscribed to the London Review of Books. This tasty sample from 1982 of the opening to Simon Raven's review of a biography of Dornford Yates by one AJ Smithers is one of them:
I'm not saying that one should (in general) meet one's favourite authors. Suffice it to say that the picture painted of Yates in this...
... charming study (initially published2 in 1953 — Usborne was a huge admirer of PG Wodehouse, of course, which pre-disposes me to like him) is vastly different. Though I'm not certain I'd class the genre as "romantic" fiction :-)
In search of paradigms lost?
The struggle is on-going, it seems. Source and snippet:
... every year I find it necessary to give my undergraduate students a 'talk' in which I am frank that evolutionary science is likely to challenge any literalist religious beliefs they might have.
You think?
By showing...
... the amusing graphic I've just been sent:
I risk alienating 10.1% of the people stumbling around on 'molehole'. Can't be helped — I was obeying a higher imperative: it made me laugh.
It's cold...
... wet, and dark. Time, clearly, for my evening chuckie egg and a change of entertainment.