The hobbit dances

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I claim that my taste in music is middle of the road. When I mentioned this to Southern Dave he pointed out that most people don’t listen to the ambient music show on Radio One on a Sunday morning. Apparently this is not middle of the road music. I listen to it because both he and I know one of the announcers on the show. It is also perfectly pleasant to listen to.

I mentioned this to another friend when she collected me from home. I was playing a second-hand compact disc of the Soweto Quartet that I picked up from the last library sale. Good for grabbing disposable CDs for a shilling each. Mostly they are still playable quality, a couple are jumpy.

She pointed out that the Soweto Quartet do not count as middle of the road music. Yet again it is something pleasant and interesting that I listen to.

I consider musical tastes are similar to opinions on religion and politics. You just have to respect what other people listen to, even if you don’t want to listen to it everyday yourself. Southern Dave will point out that I listened to a Pixies CD when I last visited him. I have only a vague recollection of it now since he reminded me. Appart from the opinion that I will not go out of my way to listen to it again.

Of course I made him sit through one of my favorite CDs Love and Fear by Tom Russell, which is pretty close to perfect for me. It was introduced to that CD by William Dart on New Horizons a couple of years ago. (And just looking for that link I see at least one title he lists there that I will have to order!) Since then I have bought Holy Smoke by Gin. On its first listening it sounded interesting. I haven’t given it a second listening yet. Very quirky singing voice.

From memory the least pleasent music I have listened to was someone praising a track by Tool I think. Not music I have appreciation for at all!

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Overtime

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I posted this story by the wonderful Charlie Stross to Facebook. I’m copying the link to here as I know some who are not on FB will appreciate a Christmas Eve story involving office politics and Lovecraftian horrors. (Actually the distance between those two coordinates is not that great.)

Merry Eczemas to one and all!

Another vista from the city

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“It’s time for us to go,” the sergeant said, “it’s getting late.”

Auntie Krona nodded her shock of white hair. “I agree,” she said, “take her home.” She was the sterner of the maiden aunts.

The girl pouted and looked set to sulk.

“Come, come,” said Auntie Krolle, “that’s not the way a young lady should make an exit.” She took the girl by her hand and led her across the road from the big house into the park. The girl did not resist.

“It is nearly sunset,” Auntie Krona observed.

“We will get home in time,” replied the sergeant. An ethership was landed in the park, a square-shaped carriage resting on its sleds. The sergeant’s daughter scrambled up the steps at the front. Her father followed. “Goodbye,” he said, “see you next time,” before he secured the door.

In seconds the ethership hummed and rose smoothely into the air under its own power, the sergeant at the controls. The aunts waved as the ship skimmed over the tops of the trees.

“Can we use the instant jump,” the girl asked her father eagerly.

“No,” he replied, “I don’t want to waste the battery.”

The girl threw herself back into her chair with a huff. The next moment she was on her knees, looking out the porthole, anticipating the first view of the city as the hills rolled past.

Another vista from the city

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“It’s time for us to go,” the sergeant said, “it’s getting late.”

Auntie Krona nodded her shock of white hair. “I agree,” she said, “take her home.” She was the sterner of the maiden aunts.

The girl pouted and looked set to sulk.

“Come, come,” said Auntie Krolle, “that’s not the way a young lady should make an exit.” She took the girl by her hand and led her across the road from the big house into the park. The girl did not resist.

“It is nearly sunset,” Auntie Krona observed.

“We will get home in time,” replied the sergeant. An ethership was landed in the park, a square-shaped carriage resting on its sleds. The sergeant’s daughter scrambled up the steps at the front. Her father followed. “Goodbye,” he said, “see you next time,” before he secured the door.

In seconds the ethership hummed and rose smoothely into the air under its own power, the sergeant at the controls. The aunts waved as the ship skimmed over the tops of the trees.

“Can we use the instant jump,” the girl asked her father eagerly.

“No,” he replied, “I don’t want to waste the battery.”

The girl threw herself back into her chair with a huff. The next moment she was on her knees, looking out the porthole, anticipating the first view of the city as the hills rolled past.

Update

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My holiday leave begins today. I have three weeks off. I plan to stay at home during that time. So I better find distractions to keep me from getting bored!

Some thoughts on Avatar

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As River said to the Doctor: Spoilers!

Conlang Exchange.

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Two exchange cards came on Friday. Neither were the two that I was expecting so those are still in the post. There’s still time for Dedalvs‘s card to arrive next week.

The first is a green interlace postcard written in Kelen. The second is a pencil sketch on card, on the back is written in Kardii. Both come with translations. Oops! I didn’t include a translation of the Brithenig message on my card. I will tell people when they inquire.

I am pleased to receive both of them and as I said I know there are two more in the post to me. I’m chuffed.

I have given myself two resolutions in response:

a. I need to press ahead with the eclectic language I have started designing. This will be an interesting project for future cards.

b. any future cards that I send need to be individually made. I need to put some skill into that.

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