Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Oh the grand old Thom of Yorke, he found a great rock band
He marched them up to the top of the charts and he marched them down again
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up they were still the most innovative and influential rock band in the world.

Loving In Rainbows to tiny little coruscating bits :)

Monday, November 26, 2007

You knew this already; mute swans can't honk or squawk. Which is possibly how they developed such huge flapping wings - for getting other swan's attention.

Swan 1 thinks: [there's a crocodile!] FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!
Swan 2 thinks: [what's his probl...]
Crocodile: [crunch] Idiots

But, the powerful wing is certainly much more effective at keeping small chidren at bay. A kind of variation on the maxim, "speak softly and carry a big stick". ie. don't speak at all, but break a childs arm if he tries to throw a stale roll at you.

Couple of co-incidences to kick things off, then a couple of questions which I might have a stab at answering later in the week. Note to self, if you're going to ask yourself a question, make sure you already know the answer or you'll appear disorganised. Further note to self, don't write notes to self in plain view of anyone not "self".

It's just a co-incidence 1:

Just finished reading Joseph O'Connors excellent Star of the Sea and I had earmarked Fast Food Nation as the next to be devoured. Went to Wallingford on Saturday and had a look in Sue Ryder at the books. Star of the Sea and Fast Food Nation were sat right next to each other on the top shelf. Sp-oo-oo-k.

It's just a co-incidence 2:

On Sunday I hit the Olympia Record Fair with a serious thirst for dusty vinyl (which seems a bit of a paradox), while Sarah and la familie went to the British Museum. Id asked Sarah to look out Albrecht Durer's rhinoceros woodcut print that I had read about in Mario Livio's book on the Golden Ratio, as I wanted to know how impressive it looked. When I got home that evening I decided that Fast Food Nation was a jump too far away from my current literary era (Dostoyevsky, Euclid, 19th Century Ireland etc), so I put it back and took out a Penguin collection of short stories by Guy de Maupassant. Looking for an indication of what the stories were about I flicked to the back page and found a diagram of....Albrecht Durer's rhinoceros woodcut print.Sp-ii-ii-ke.

OK, so:

Q1 - if you drilled a hole al the way through the Earth and out the other side, put on a protective suit impervious to everything, and then jumped in, what would happen? When you got to the centre of the Earth would you just stop? Because I can't imagine you flying out the other end, which in Australia would mean that you fell up a hole!

Q2 - in nature (red in tooth and claw and dangly bit under a turkey's neck), why is it the males that are colourful and make all the attempt to woo the females? Whereas in the human world (red in sunburn and tarty lipstick), on the whole, it's the females that, excuse the expression, go the whole hog and preen to attract the males. What happened?

OK, no guarantee of updates then; I might just fall again back into the blog-slumber I've been in for the past year or so and not return.

Music in my mind - Radiohead, Flying Lotus, A Mountain of One, Burial, BT