Was lately reading something about (male) travellers and those Amazingly Beautiful Women they saw somewhere a long way away after arduous journeying, which might be partly about Exoticising the Other, but also, I think, about there being some place (or time) which is not boring old Here, where things are amazing.
On the, Not Like The Women I Have To Deal With Here And Now In The Present, a friend of mine has a piece somewhere or other (actually I think it's in a volume in which I too am represented) about certain late C19th French (male) intellectuals complaining that women of their day were by no means comparable to the HOTT witty libertine ladies of the Ancien Regime in their salons.
And this led me to the thought that maybe if you are living in it no time is Perfect and Ideal: some may be better than others, for more people, maybe. Just as there were people who found, for them, good lives in times/places that are not usually thought of as utopian eras and most time-travellers would not put on their bucket lists.
Anything close-up and quotidien is, I depose, something the flaws in which you are going to apprehend fairly acutely. Though possibly the upside of that is, that they are the flaws and hindrances that one has developed work-arounds for (see Katharine Whitehorn on the little niggles about one's house that one hardly notices any more but has to warn visitors about).
2. You will have to brace the pot so that it doesn't fall over in a strong wind.
3. If the sunflower starts leaning to one side, add a counterweight to the other side of the pot to balance the weight. A large rock works nicely.
4. Bees love sunflowers.
5. It takes forEVER for sunflower flower buds to reach full bloom.
I'm pretty sure that at least two different species of bees have been hanging around the sunflowers: big fuzzy ones, and smaller non-fuzzy ones. Bumblebees and carpenter bees, perhaps. They're all welcome.
I.e., this week has been mostly getting the new computer to do those things which it ought to do, and leave undone those things which it ought not do -
Among which the most disturbing was the discovery this morning that Thunderbird was marking ALL, yes ALL, incoming mail as Junk and also as Read, fortunately I did discover that this was happening.
There has also been wrestling with getting to be able to talk to the MyCloud as part of my home network rather than via a remote interface connection.
There was the oops, I needed to do a backup of This Thing, That Thing and The Other Thing from the old computer, and having to sort that out.
There is all the finding the passwords and activation codes for things for which I entered a password when I first activated the thing, and never since.
There is also the loss of some things - don't seem to be able to have the little slide-show widget thing of photos on my desktop, chiz - and finding that the new versions of things are Not What We Expect - the new Kobo Desktop App is quite horrid.
But on the whole, we are reasonably satisfied with the New System - its speed in particular is commendable.
However, I am annoyed with Opera, which I was intending using as my secondary browser to avoid Microsoft and Google, but the main thing I wanted a secondary browser for was so that I can log into The Other DW Journal without logging out of this one, but Opera, for some reason I wot not of, insists on autofilling the login screen with the details for this account rather than the other - la, 'tis tedious vexatious.
Therese Sellers, Alpha is for Anthropos: Look, I read a book this week! Okay, so it's a children's alphabet book for Attic Greek, but it's still a book and therefore it counts. Anyway, it's very cute; all the art is done in the style of red-figure pottery, and the accompanying little rhymes scan (more or less) to various children's songs.
What I'm Reading Now
( Black Panther and the Crew #5, Generations Wolverine And All-New Wolverine #1, Invincible Iron Man #10, Secret Empire: Brave New World #5, Spider-Men II #2, US Avengers #9, Ultimates 2 #100, X-Men Blue #9 )
What I'm Reading Next
What I read
Finished The Color of Fear: up to usual standard.
PC Hodgell, The Gates of Tagmeth: these have definitely succumbed to a kind of Dunnett syndrome, in which there is some huge mysterious meta-arc going on, occasionally alluded to, but each episode deals with some particular problem that Jame (mostly) has to face (there were a few other viewpoint sections in this one) in the foreground and doesn't seem to be advancing the longer game particularly. On the other hand, kept me reading. On the prehensile tail, so not the place to start. (Are there really only 8 books in the Kencyrath sequence? only I have been reading them for decades, so it seems more.)
JD Robb, Echoes in Death (2017), as the ebook had finally come down to a sum I consider reasonable for an ebook. The mixture as usual, pretty much. Okay, not the most sophisticated of mystery plots, I got this and the twist very early on, but it's the getting there, I guess.
On the go
Discovered I had a charity-shop copy of PD James, The Private Patient (2008), the last of the excursions of Dalgleish, which I had not already read for some reason - possibly because I wasn't at that time sufficiently keen on PDJ and AD to shell out for a trade paperback.
I am not a protest person. I hate it. I don't get energized; I get tired. I don't like shouting slogans, I feel ridiculous. I don't like talking to strangers.
But if not me, who? So, I go.
Next one's Saturday.
What is your preference regarding first person narrative?
I do not like 1st person narrative. period.
I like it ok in profic, but I don't like it in fanfic
I like it ok in profic or fanfic.
I LOVE 1ST PERSON NARRATIVE. PERIOD.
And I can't help wanting to say to Boris J that in Ye Bygone Days when people built follies they did so on their own estates and with their own money (though on reflection this was probably ill-gottens from the Triangle Trade and dodgy dealings in India) and didn't ask the nation to pay for them.
(And aren't there already memorials to Princess Di? How many do we need?)
And, you know, it's a pretty idea and in theory I am there with Thomas Heatherwick that 'London needs new bridges and unexpected new public places': except that that is not a part of London that required Yet Another Bridge, there are so many that taking the boat journey along that stretch of river is more like going into a tunnel.
Also, it was not properly a public space:
a link that would be privately run, would be able set its own rules for access, and would close at night and be available to hire for private events.Not dissimilar from those gardens in London squares to which access is by residents' key. I do not think that is a definition of 'public' that would have been assented to by those urban planners and reformers creating parks and spaces for the benefit of the inhabitants of the metropolis.
I am also boggled by the suggestion that the river is not already pretty much 'centre-stage' in our great city.
I think Mad William would have had things to say along the lines of
I wander thro' each charter'd street,and whether if crowds flowed over the bridge, so many, common and routine usage would have meant that
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
I might go along on the line suggested by this to comment that what good is a garden bridge if the land lies waste?
My first post went up today and you can read it here.
This is my first time in a long time writing for an audience that isn't people I already know and I'm both nervous and excited about it. Mostly excited, I think. Ask me again when I have to put together my August post.
Recently created pages: The Dove Keeper, A Splitting of the Mind, we_are_cities, Wednesday-verse, toeveryletter, The Umbrella Academy
Currently on my to-do list: The Heart Rate of a Mouse; check rareslashpairs, slashypunkboys, mychemicalslash for trends; other popular fics not accounted for? I'm Not Okay AUs?
Since I'm not a PATD fan, this timeline is probably skewed in favor of MCR fandom.