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Monday, 20 December 2010

BT: The End of Mr Y


On rare occasion, you can pick up a book that you've never heard of (even in passing) before and find that it is inspiring, clever and entirely engrossing at the same time. This book (which I heartily recommend as it has prevented me doing any work for the past three days) is one of those.

Initially, I have to admit I was sceptical. The blurb on the back is a frankly shocking representation of it so I admit to some initial internal dread. Judging a book by its cover is something we all do, but all wish we could avoid, and I'm glad, now, the book was given to me as a present, or I mightn't have picked it up at all... Additionally, upon discovering (early on) that the protagonist was a red-haired girly called Ariel, I raised my eyebrows a few times. But it is all justified eventually - and even amusing name puns here and there don't manage to ruin the feel of the book.

The End of Mr Y tells the story of a PhD student who finds herself sucked into a world of life-changing philosophy and scientific discovery through the chance finding of a book in a second-hand book store. This is simplifying it considerably - this isn't a fantasy along the lines of The Never-Ending Story. The book combines intelligent theoretical scientific and philosophical discussions within a very humanistic and down-to-Earth narrative, which makes even the hard science upon which it is based a delight to digest.

This is the sort of fiction you read and, afterwards, come out feeling as though you have not only enjoyed reading it, but you have tangibly learned a lot along the way about quantum physics, literature, philosophy, theology and, in a way, about life in general. I can't count the number of times I read things which made me think, 'Oh God, I wish so-and-so had read this' and 'Ooh, I must tell such and such' because there is such a broad spectrum of interest within it.

So yes, I recommend it wholeheartedly and have tried to extol its virtues without ruining all the juicy surprises along the way.

The Laptop Blues (A Ballad.)

Woke up this morning, cheery as can be,
Opened my laptop and it snapped off at me,
Bits of wires and metal and screws,
I need a new laptop 'n' it's giving me the blues.

Hoo, hoo, hoo, the snaptop blues.
Hoo, hoo, hoo, the craptop blues.

Googling on the web, looking through shops,
Tryin' to find out if anywhere sells good laptops,
Not too pricey, or cheap, this is hard to do,
Can't find a good laptop that I can afford, too-hoo-hoo

(The laptop blues)
(The craptop blues)
(It's snapped, boo-hoo)

Got me some money from the kindle I sold,
Maybe now I can get a laptop that's not old,
Huntin' for cash down the side of the bed,
Ain't enough money even to buy some bread.

Ooh-hooo!
The Laptop Blues!
Ooh-hooo!
Gonna try searchin' Yahoo's!

Well it's five days till Christmas, and I'm starting to wish,
I'd not asked for a new HiFi, or a special Poole dish,
Because I need something more in the computery vein,
Don't wanna have a HiFi and need to save up again...

Ooo-hoo!
Dell, Fuck you!
You-Do!
Need to learn to manufacture quality computers!
Ooooooooh!
(la la la)
Oooooooo-oooh!
(la la la)

I's got the laptop, snaptop, shut-your-traptop, absolutely crap-top blues!
(yeah.)

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Victory, skid-marks and mint-making...

This is a photo of the first recorded snow I could find in Milton - it's also very nearly the view from my house. (1962) Yes, I'm going to do that terribly English thing, where I make a great deal out of clouds bursting - tally ho!

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So it's been tremendously snowy the past day or so and anyone who knows my feelings about weather properly know that snow is my favourite, followed by rain and then fog and then sunshine. It makes the world all shiny and light even at nighttime. Anyhow, I do have a point to make with this - this isn't simply small talk.

Yesterday, with a lovely blizzard outside, I decided to accompany my padre to the Moreton Pinkney auction to pick up the spoils of the day. This quickly turned into an adventure of epic proportions, with the snow-level gradually rising as we drove (that area had a lot the previous day, aussi) and hilarity (and DANGER!) around every corner.

Getting there was the easy part - ambling along listening to various good tunes and discussing my increasing level of hunger - but coming back took the biscuit.

One thing you should know about the Northampton area is that there are an absurd number of canal and railway bridges compressed into a relatively small place, with a number of little 'island' typed areas where you are, quite literally, trapped between bridges. Therein lies the problem. These canal bridges seem to pride themselves on being as tall and steep and twisty as possible, and even in a rather chunky car, if you throw in the added hazard of arctic conditions, things start to get crazy.

We arrived at this canal bridge near the Marina to find the debris from some earlier collision; bits of wall, tyre marks that made no sense to a linear journey, and the perfect image of a disaster waiting to happen. But we braved it, and skidded around and about for ages with all the vigour and vanity of a mouse trying to climb up the side of its glass vivarium. Eventually we gave up and tried (in a rather beautiful ARC of skidditude) to turn around and go the other way.

Eventually we went across to another, more passable bridge, but then quickly found ourselves trapped on one of these islands, between a bridge with an impassable one behind it, or a bloody ridiculous rail bridge. However, there was an incentive! Beyond this bridge, was a pub!

Alors, in order to get to the Walnut Tree for a pint, we braved the rail bridge for the best part of a rather hilarious half-hour going forwards, backwards, sideways, diagonal-wise etc and being looked at as though we were dicks by some cocky truck and 4x4 drivers with their smug-arse four-wheel drive. They didn't have the fun that we did.

After many millennia we escaped the island and trundled over to the Walnut Tree (whose steps I had shamefully redecorated with stomach fluid a full week before) and dived in for a quick one. Christmas beer, cider and 'sizzling prawn' crisps that were wank, considering.

From there things were easier and we returned to find our house had experienced a deluge of fallen clouds. What an adventure! :D

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Incidentally, I've just managed to sell my Kindle (which I bought for £109 when it came out) for almost double its price - the joys of e-bay, Christmas, and people's failure to read websites that say that only the upgraded version is sold out. :) HURRAH!


Sunday, 12 December 2010

wisdom comes through initial foolishness

  1. Never get drunk. Just don't do it.
  2. Never even consider drinking Babycham then being given wine.
  3. Never decide to redecorate the steps of your friend's work-place with the contents of your stomach.
  4. Avoid the above, especially when you are expected to be sociable and early-rising the next day. Even more so if you have an absolute deadline for history coursework the day after that, and are going to be forced to stay awake to chop words out of it.
fml.

Monday, 6 December 2010

Wishing I had gone into school today. Being here isn't good for me, or for anyone else. Makes madre uncomfortable, makes me uncomfortable, makes the whole thing awkward.

|: Dear.

Retail Therapy

This weekend I have been feeling pretty down - this led to some rather excellent retail therapy, which in turn led to my buying a very gorgeous aviator jacket of the kind I have been drooling after for quite a while. Problem being that now I am poor, and unable to buy a matching hat. Alas.

Matching hat definitely going on my Christmas list.

Additionally, this house is very cold. Despite being all bedridden and doubly duvetted-up, my hands are getting damned cold from typing.


Also, have missed Rosie's birthday - merde and a half - will have to bring in pressies tomorrow.

Even more also, read a book about racial harmony and things. I blame Climax, but also the fact that it was about a Latin teacher. Merging of interests, nom nom nom. It was quite good, actually. Hmm...

Sunday, 5 December 2010

ich bin sehr kalt.

All this cold weather, without PROPER snow is clearly not good for anyone's health. Example: weeks of blizzards last year, I was healthy, fluless and cheerful. Now, however, I am sofa-ridden with flu, knackered and generally worse for wear.

Duvet days all round.