I am about to FINALLY write down the music for Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock after what is it 35 years, and I determined what key it was in with no difficulty. Which is awesome, because I haven’t played the song in about that long.
Died in bed at 95 in London. May his memory be blessed with laughter and tears.
Stupid bill re recriminalizing abortion did not pass; the Minister responsible for the Status of Women should be escorted from the Commons in the electoral equivalent of chains.
Although the title and the illo are THOUGHTLESSLY hyperbolic, this is a good article about privilege. 2020 says Hugo Schwyzer turned out to be rillllly problematic, but I’m leaving this here as evidence of progress, and it’s amazing given the drubbing he took that this writing is still available
I have a very heavy day of appointments and church related work in front of me.
VCon starts, I’m not going. All I will do is spend stupid amounts of money on clothes. Hilariously, RobW called me last night to complain about the Vcon website; this does not bode well for how good the con will be.
Paul and Katie and I had a lovely walk in Deer Lake Park on Wednesday; we saw a dozen frogs, a juvenile eagle, a Douglas squirrel and possibly a baby bunny, who did not linger to make our acquaintance. I got some video of the frogs but it’s basically a streak heading for the rushes. I also got a pic of the Douglas squirrel but not at very high resolution, even though the little guy POSED in TWO SEPARATE POSES for me. We also picked up a hawk feather, which I stuck in Margot’s fur when I got home and resulted in a couple of charming pictures, one of which I posted to twitter. 2020 says that was a flicker feather, not a hawk feather, no kidding.
I’m going to ask Jeff to help me figure out how to post pics directly to my blog through WordPress, although possibly not today.
After many months of being okay, my temperature regulation at night has gone off the rails. I have acceptably ordinary physiological reasons for this but waking up poaching in my own bed a couple of times a night is harshing my mellow. This too shall pass.
Yet another sports figure is being accused of sexual and physical abuse of youngsters in his care. The way it’s being reported in the press is quite bizarre. I guess we’ll let the courts sort it out; the reporter had more than half a dozen affidavits detailing misconduct in hand before writing the story, and while we all know that there are false abuse allegations, it’s not the way to bet, especially since we’re talking about a Catholic residential school for falsely imprisoned young aboriginals.
Raincoaster just tweeted that an alarm went off close to her and a stern voice is speaking in German. Helluva way to get woken up, unless of course she was already awake. She and I trade tweets in the middle of the night fairly often.
What’s up on facebook: 18 billion reposts from reddit, mine among them, and people commenting about the things that make them upset – relatives dying abruptly in car accidents leaving young children, angst about how this is the first time her only child is out with the non-custodial parent on a football game day, the fact that 27 million people globally live in slavery, and me attempting to get a copy of (this poster). 2020 says it was something cool by Matt Danger but now it’s gone.