too much information

I said yesterday, not for the first time, that I’m not writing as much as I used to. I still jot down notes on scraps of paper or in notebooks, but I don’t seem to sit over them and nag at them like I did.

I used to find train and bus journeys a perfect opportunity to stare out of the window for inspiration, to worry at words, sketching out alternatives, scratching out false starts, mentally running through phonemes trying to find a rhyme or a word or phrase with just the right shape and sound.
Continue reading “too much information”

gatsby-mail and the green light

Gmail chat screenshot (LHS status lights only)
Whatever program(s) I’m using on my computer, there is almost always a narrow strip of another window showing on the left hand side where I can see if I have new emails. (Yes, I’m sure I could set up an audio alert, but we all have our idiosyncracies.) Not only do I see when new messages arrive, but I also see the little green lights flicker and I know when contacts around the world log on and off.

Perhaps the “g” in gmail stands for Gatsby.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And then one fine morning —

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I’m not sure where “the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us” fits into things, but I can see my attempts to keep up with everything that’s happening on the web mirrored in that quote.

Tomorrow we will read faster, scroll down the page farther…
And so we click on, surfing against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the ether.

And so I blog on, posting against the current…

food for thought

BBC GoodFood HeaderIt’s autumn, and cool enough, at last, to think about putting the oven on and preparing something other than salad for lunch.

Looking for inspiration, I ended up on the BBC GoodFood site. Immediately, an alert box appeared on the screen:

Alert box: how we use cookies on

Sadly, although it’s a recipe website and claims to use cookies to provide “the best user experience”, we clearly don’t have the same idea of how cookies could improve my internet browsing: they don’t send out samples to frequent visitors.

I admit to being disappointed.

more bats and bell towers

bell mechanism, Brecon cathedral

Yesterday I quoted Claude Debussy as having said:

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

I’d found the quotation on the web, but, as with so much information out there today, there was no source cited and no original French.

So I went looking and found this in a footnote of Debussy: his life and mind, Volume 1 by Edward Lockspeiser:

J’ai en ce moment l’âme gris-fer et de tristes chauves-souris tournent au clocher de mes rêves!

Which makes it look as if the quotation is genuine.
Continue reading “more bats and bell towers”

loll cat

From the Chambers Harraps website:

loll verb (lolled, lolling) intrans
1 (often loll about) to lie or sit about lazily; to lounge or sprawl.

tuxedo cat asleep on sofa

If anyone wanted the other lol cats, they can, of course, be found over on I Can Has Cheezburger?

%d bloggers like this: