2016 — 20 May: Friday
It still surprises me1 each time the anniversary of Dad's death trundles around. He died far too young, 41 years ago today. "All part", as he himself would have said, "of Life's rich tapestry."
Having been fossicking...
... around up in the Books Warehouse yesterday in search of this'n'that my choice for my evening's entertainment turned out to be a fascinating treat: the memoir — "Ghosting" — by Jennie Erdal of her two decades from 1981 spent as a ghostwriter for the flamboyant Naim Attallah (aka "Tiger") who's the publisher behind many a fine "Quartet" volume. I read to the pseudo-random accompaniment of the music tracks by artists beginning with the letter "T" that I've ripped from compilation2 CDs. And I followed up with a dip into Alison Bechdel's "Essential" compendium:
I had no need to buy that since I have, starting in 1990, bought, read, and enjoyed twelve of her semi-annual compilations along the way (as it were). But it's surely no crime to repay an author for much pleasure, is it?
I've long known...
... which of these two groups I belong to! Source and snippet:
For some, the making and wearing of clothes is an art form, indicative of their taste and discernment: clothes signal their distinction. For others, clothes fulfill a function, or provide a uniform, barely warranting a thought beyond the requisite specifications of decency, the regulation of temperature and the unremarkable meeting of social mores.
Not that I don't have occasional favourite items. I've only recently discarded a pair of jeans that I rescued from Christa's "to be recycled" pile.
Metaphors
I have no idea what goes on inside my head, let alone anyone else's. Cool list, though:
- Formed from clay, and infused with spirit
- The hydraulic model
- Springs, gears and levers
- Electricity? Chemistry?
- The telegraph
- The computer
What comes next? Breakfast, I expect.
Plus, of course, scanning the web and reading a couple of New Yorker pieces on the aftermath of the just-concluded final (seventh) season of "The Good Wife". Then deciding to have a little mooch around Soton as a late-morning treat. After all, a Friday expotition to Soton is a tradition dating back to late-1982 (once Peter was big enough for safe accommodation both in a car safety seat and a little push-chair).
Speaking of which...
... it was only while doing a spot of post-prandial scanning of today's bargain HMV acquisition in Soton (the one on the right)...
... that I discovered I hadn't (yet) scanned the covers of seasons #1 through #5. I bought them in a box set as a speculative lump 13 months ago and greatly enjoyed the show.
Phew! Just finished cleaning out 77 sets of order details from my Amazon email folder. That deserves a little treat, surely?
I can't remember...
... what led me to the film "The Upside of Anger" (which dates back to 2005) but I bought it recently, found the round tuit needed, and have just thoroughly enjoyed watching it. And no, I would never have recognised "Alia" from Lynch's "Dune", though I did recall seeing her not too long ago in "The Mentalist"!