2015 — 26 December: Saturday

Sun? What sun? Nope. Clouds — quite thick ones, too — are once again scudding, quite quickly, and doing a very good job of concealing any morning sunshine. Still, there's always "Sounds of the Sixties". Better than Boxing Day sales, certainly. But not quite as good as last night's "WOMAD" highlights from "World on 3". Nor the morning cuppa.

Punk? No thanks

This is an amusingly-written piece, but reminds me of many things I hated about the ghastly music. (Link.) This second "Baffler" piece eviscerates American TV, much of which I'm unfamiliar with. Though I must say it sounds pretty ghastly1 stuff. Source and snippet:

The set's purely hypothetical position in the room ended up implying that it was somehow the very same Magnavox or Zenith we were parked in front of at home, a bit of Pavlovian trompe-l'oeil that turned a gazillion American households into unsuspecting Magritte paintings for decades.

Tom Carson in Baffler


I knew those brand names from ads in "National Geographic", but "Pavlovian trompe-l'oeil", really? Magritte? (Three of my five books on Magritte actually pre-date Christa!)

My next...

... crockpot — just a little deficient in normal potato percentage — is now gently doing its thermal thing. Scudding continues, but it seems a little brighter.

Meanwhile...

... I'm both bemused and rather irritated by the sheer number of emails coming in basically exhorting me to, as it were, go online and shop, shop, shop. The UK economy had better not be too reliant on me. Though, come to think of it, in just over two months from now Uncle ERNIE is due to send me his cheque after 'liquidating' the last portion of dear Mama's "estate" — her little stash of Premium Bonds, some of which are well over 40 years old. As am I, of course :-)

Big Bro and I decided to leave the things where they were for the permitted year after death just in case any of them got lucky. I upped his share of the estate accordingly and left the Bonds, now in my name as Executor, for me to collect later. So far, his little local postage stamp fund has been enriched by £25 as his share of the winnings!

Reading...

... this piece by Laura "A Skeptic's Adventures in Narnia" Miller reminds me it's probably about time to visit the delightful (?) Emma again. (Link.)

  

Footnote

1  Though I enjoyed "Soap" just as much as the author did, oddly. It was endearingly subversive, I felt.