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So here it is.. a blog. Repository of some of my present musings and interests. Sometimes things pop into my head that should probably stay there - it is possible I shall share at least some of them here. (Naturally I shall filter out the ones about my sordid obsession with the culinary dark arts, one has to protect the innocent!) Please feel free not to take this too seriously, much of it could wind up being snippets of things that amuse me. Yesterday I came up with this: Few politicians can be considered first class, but not a few are number twos. What can I do with it? Nothing springs to mind, except perhaps blog it. Perhaps in some other life I'm a failed stand-up comedian. I have the beginnings of an idea to introduce another player into the Mr Moonlight story, a nice visual has occurred to me, and a summoning gone wrong seems appropriate. When I finish up here I shall literally put pen to paper. I find writing at least initially longhand helps my ideas flow. When I type up what I've written, I give it a first revision at the same time, and as a bare minimum check my spellings and grammar . I do want to keep tabs on my current reading here. I usually have several books on the go at the same time. Currently I am working through 'Pyramids' by Terry Pratchett. I reread Pratchett's books over and over - usually at work where they provide much needed amusement whilst I eat breakfast. 'The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle', by Stuart Turton was loaned to me by a friend who shares a love of murder mysteries, (especially Agatha Christie's works). It is a new take on the genre and very very clever. The protagonist occupies different bodies - a selection of the guests at the house where Evelyn is murdered. Each day he spends in a different guest, and he has been tasked with discovering the murderer - or maybe saving Evelyn from actually being murdered, it is hard to tell. The book twists and turns and is quite intriguing. 'New Science - Principles of the new science concerning the common nature of nations' is an English translation by David Marsh of 'La Scienza Nuova' by Giambattista Vico, published in 1725. Not far into this yet, I had to find a copy of the frontispiece online, as it wasn't included in the Kindle edition. The first part of the book explains the idea - and uses a detailed description of the frontispiece to convey this. So being without it would have made things somewhat harder. 'The Complete Works of Michael De Montaigne' is again a translation, this time by Donald M. Frame. Montaigne's Essays are famous, I kept reading about them, so treated myself to a nice hardbound copy to dip into - usually just before bedtime. So there we have it - a blog entry - enjoy! (whispers almost inaudibly 'Bon Appétit). |
| Last night I went to see a production of J.B. Priestley's 'An Inspector Calls', with eldest son, (who hadn't seen it before), and a colleague from work who loves the play. Pleased to say that eldest son guessed correctly that the Inspector was 'not of the ordinary' quite early on. Work colleague complained that two of their favourite lines might have been missed, though I pointed out that due to the set, which was very unusual, hearing some of the earlier dialogue clearly was somewhat difficult. Centre stage was a house on a platform. It looked like a two-storey house but the door was small - so everyone had to duck to exit or enter. The house then opened out, and inside was a rather small dining room that took up the whole space. There was a metal spiral staircase that could be snapped into position to allow the actors to descend to the stage. Later the whole thing tipped forwards with some unexpected fireworks and bangs, making for an exciting climax as the family lay about the stage - devastated by their ordeal. Several phone calls were made - from an elderly and badly damaged telephone box at the edge of the stage - a slightly surreal touch as they were clearly being made from within the house. The lighting was excellent - one of my long time interests has been how events (discos, plays, presentations etc.) are lit. Here a particularly strong white light was used to good effect backlighting the Inspector and illuminating the Birling family. They were compelled to speak the truth (eventually and reluctantly in Mrs. Birling's case) and the supernatural was indicated but not made explicit. The only complaint I had and have afterwards is that my poor knees are complaining bitterly about having been in a cramped position for nearly two hours. |
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). I mostly reject that. I'm eating rice with an egg this morning but Pannya just brought me chocolate milk from 7/11 (bless him; I really don't need it).
