2016 — 28 January: Thursday
Shaking off Ultra Edit's pathetic attempt to confuse me — it forgot, for once, the file I'd last edited yesterday and proudly proffered one from the day before — it was the work of but a moment to skim quickly through the pile of shudder-inducing "inspirational" posters forwarded from Big Bro on the theme of growing older.1
I also shook off...
... the equally pathetic attempt on the part of my subconscious to persuade me I wanted to get up at 06:00 which is why, following its petulant sulk, I'm only now (09:45+) enjoying my first cuppa and contemplating first some supplies shopping and then my lunch date. The sun is shining but some of the tiles still carry traces of overnight frostiness.
I was sufficiently pleased by yesterday's brief experiment with the Chromecast that I not only installed the BBC's iPlayer App on my SHIELD Tablet PC but I then watched, and very much enjoyed, the first part of a series hosted by the chap whose 2013 book ("Incognito") I bought 18 months ago. Typical, heh? Write a New York Times bestseller and the next thing you know is the BBC signs you up for a series.
Propping the SHIELD to the left of the keyboard — the inevitable Po-Mo music and graphics of modern TV documentaries irritate me less that way — left me free to edit some files on the PC while Eagleman wittered on with the same sort of enthusiasm displayed a generation ago by Carl Sagan. (While I don't believe this is ADD, it suits me!)
Isn't it...
... a bit early for an April Fool item?
"Well," thought I...
... as I manoeuvred "car-fully" out of the Waitrose car park, "if that's Dvorak, it's not a piece I know." (I had mistakenly thought I was now in "Composer of the Week" listening territory.) It turned out to be a rather Bartokian piece...
... by Charles Koechlin. Can't say it was particularly "catchy" but it kept me listening while I removed most of the grunge from the rear window when I was back on my drive. I shall look into him.
I doubt whether...
... this pair (delivered yesterday, actually) could be any more different if they tried:
"Return to Slumberland" is a pretty good attempt at re-vitalising Winsor McCay's glorious creation "Little Nemo" a mere 110 years on. As for the Pryce-Jones? Well, it's been quarter of a century since I enjoyed his father's memoir "The Bonus of Laughter" so I thought "OK, now let's try his son's memoir" this time... I think I must be getting older!
Bite me.