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Well, the heatwave did not last.
It was murky on Saturday and is somewhat cooler but at least on this Sunday it is sunny and clear. As mentioned in previous blogs I still have no net at home and thus it makes it difficult for me to access the net. In a way, I am looking forward to Monday just to be able to be on the net again.
Last night (that is Saturday night) I watched the latest Doctor .Who adventure. I thought it was pretty good, and more involving than the previous week. I am still learning to love the new Doctor as his Scottish accent can be a bit thick. I do worry about our American cousins being unable to understand him. Perhaps they should subtitles , as when a foreign film appears on the telly. Another enjoyable episode. It is a great episode, and the twist at the end was unexpected although i did surmise at the beginning that the Doctor was the Architect and that the barin wipe was necessary to do the ultimate heist. Clever and engrosing.
So after doing some hoovering and finishing another chapter in the short The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which I started reading yesterday, I listened to the radio and then , after a while of letting the radio just wash over me, pricked up my ears on the subject of marginalia by Simon Armitage. This soon led me scurrying to some of my books to see if there is any marginalia left by previous owners. True enough, a couple of my poetry books have scribbled notes in the margin often in pencil, and more thankful, not in pencil. Sometimes words are underlined, or a question mark put near it with a comment. What I hate most is the use of a highlighter. This yellowish spread , or sometimes pink splurge, of a highlighter really upsets me. A well written piece of marginalia adds to a book and is much more informative of what the reader thought of the prose or poem in the first place.
Often text books have a profusion of marginalia from students trying to understand what is written, and I find these fascinating, and one of the reasons I love buying old text books or study guides, which are usually cheap because booksellers per se seem to find that such marginalia cheapens a book. I think it adds to the overall enjoyment of said book.
So, apart from the Murial Spark book, what else do I have scattered around me in my constant divertimento of reading habits. Well, I have a copy of the Collins English Dictionary opened at a particular page , a copy of the The Oxford Library of Words and Phrases vol.3 Word Origins, a book of Great Britons : 20th Century Lives, and one on Cuba, Our History is Still Being Written.
Reference boos are still a passion of mine despite everything being available at an instant via the net, sometimes dipping into a reference book is pleasure in itself.
I also have an old copy of the Charles Dickens’s novel The Tale Of Two Cities from 1949 in hardback. That too has some marginalia in it.
Last night I listened to the Champion Jack Dupree CD of recordings he made for the Okeh label in 1941 and 1942. His style of blues was know as boogie woogie or barrel-house blues, which is a piano led style of blues very popular at the time. He was also an amateur pugilist and hence his nickname of Champion Jack, and of course that word pugilist comes from the Latin pugnus or fist. Okay, so I have been dipping into the Word origins book but what else can I do without the net being so easy to facilitate.
Having just mentioned the net problem with our neighbours, the girls have given me theirs to piggyback on till ours is sorted out. So now I can access the net via the tablet but my wi-fi dongle has finally given up the ghost, and I presume that the problem with the dongle lies with te connectors inside the dongle.
BBC Radio 4 Extra are re-running some Big Finish Doctor Who dramas and the one they aired today was “The Book Of Kells” starring Paul McGann as the Doctor and Graeme Garden as the Meddling Monk, another Time Lord which the Doctor first encountered in the William Hartnell years in the episodes The Time Meddler and the Daleks Master Plan.
The Eighth Doctor discovers a new incarnation of the Monk in the Big Finish audio drama The Book of Kells. Voiced by Graeme Garden, the Monk is once again pretending to be a human monk, this time at the Abbey of Kells in Ireland, 1006. Calling himself Thelonios, he used the illuminated art skills of the other monks to create a circuit to repair his TARDIS that he stole. He also had his own companion, who happened to be the Doctor's former companion, Lucie Miller. I was somewhat amused by him using the name of Thelonios as it reminded me of that great jazz pianist Thelonious Monk. Jazz is never far from my brain.
So today, that is Monday now, i walked into Sittingbourne to visit the library and then a stint at the Office. Meanwhile, i shall be looking around the next few days for a WIFi dongle as the current one is totally buggered.
It was murky on Saturday and is somewhat cooler but at least on this Sunday it is sunny and clear. As mentioned in previous blogs I still have no net at home and thus it makes it difficult for me to access the net. In a way, I am looking forward to Monday just to be able to be on the net again.
Last night (that is Saturday night) I watched the latest Doctor .Who adventure. I thought it was pretty good, and more involving than the previous week. I am still learning to love the new Doctor as his Scottish accent can be a bit thick. I do worry about our American cousins being unable to understand him. Perhaps they should subtitles , as when a foreign film appears on the telly. Another enjoyable episode. It is a great episode, and the twist at the end was unexpected although i did surmise at the beginning that the Doctor was the Architect and that the barin wipe was necessary to do the ultimate heist. Clever and engrosing.
So after doing some hoovering and finishing another chapter in the short The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which I started reading yesterday, I listened to the radio and then , after a while of letting the radio just wash over me, pricked up my ears on the subject of marginalia by Simon Armitage. This soon led me scurrying to some of my books to see if there is any marginalia left by previous owners. True enough, a couple of my poetry books have scribbled notes in the margin often in pencil, and more thankful, not in pencil. Sometimes words are underlined, or a question mark put near it with a comment. What I hate most is the use of a highlighter. This yellowish spread , or sometimes pink splurge, of a highlighter really upsets me. A well written piece of marginalia adds to a book and is much more informative of what the reader thought of the prose or poem in the first place.
Often text books have a profusion of marginalia from students trying to understand what is written, and I find these fascinating, and one of the reasons I love buying old text books or study guides, which are usually cheap because booksellers per se seem to find that such marginalia cheapens a book. I think it adds to the overall enjoyment of said book.
So, apart from the Murial Spark book, what else do I have scattered around me in my constant divertimento of reading habits. Well, I have a copy of the Collins English Dictionary opened at a particular page , a copy of the The Oxford Library of Words and Phrases vol.3 Word Origins, a book of Great Britons : 20th Century Lives, and one on Cuba, Our History is Still Being Written.
Reference boos are still a passion of mine despite everything being available at an instant via the net, sometimes dipping into a reference book is pleasure in itself.
I also have an old copy of the Charles Dickens’s novel The Tale Of Two Cities from 1949 in hardback. That too has some marginalia in it.
Last night I listened to the Champion Jack Dupree CD of recordings he made for the Okeh label in 1941 and 1942. His style of blues was know as boogie woogie or barrel-house blues, which is a piano led style of blues very popular at the time. He was also an amateur pugilist and hence his nickname of Champion Jack, and of course that word pugilist comes from the Latin pugnus or fist. Okay, so I have been dipping into the Word origins book but what else can I do without the net being so easy to facilitate.
Having just mentioned the net problem with our neighbours, the girls have given me theirs to piggyback on till ours is sorted out. So now I can access the net via the tablet but my wi-fi dongle has finally given up the ghost, and I presume that the problem with the dongle lies with te connectors inside the dongle.
BBC Radio 4 Extra are re-running some Big Finish Doctor Who dramas and the one they aired today was “The Book Of Kells” starring Paul McGann as the Doctor and Graeme Garden as the Meddling Monk, another Time Lord which the Doctor first encountered in the William Hartnell years in the episodes The Time Meddler and the Daleks Master Plan.
The Eighth Doctor discovers a new incarnation of the Monk in the Big Finish audio drama The Book of Kells. Voiced by Graeme Garden, the Monk is once again pretending to be a human monk, this time at the Abbey of Kells in Ireland, 1006. Calling himself Thelonios, he used the illuminated art skills of the other monks to create a circuit to repair his TARDIS that he stole. He also had his own companion, who happened to be the Doctor's former companion, Lucie Miller. I was somewhat amused by him using the name of Thelonios as it reminded me of that great jazz pianist Thelonious Monk. Jazz is never far from my brain.
So today, that is Monday now, i walked into Sittingbourne to visit the library and then a stint at the Office. Meanwhile, i shall be looking around the next few days for a WIFi dongle as the current one is totally buggered.
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