Thursday, September 13, 2007
Googled out
Sorry to see that Google have gone for a kiddies flavoured title on their main search page. Up to now I had always thought they were fairly restrained and decent for freeware. When I was little, little people aspired to be big people and big people did not aspire to be little - that was just something you had to put up with if one made it to very big. Sans eyes and all that.
A very bubblefull experience yesterday, worthy of the bubble era of the early seventies. Was lying on the Millenium pier, waiting for the Clipper Express or whatever it is to take us to Tate Modern, watching the fluffy white clouds, quite high in the sky. For some reason one group was very lively with wisps, strands and lumps moving around and stirring up in a way which was both very intricate and very grand. Massive sense of huge natural forces whooshing huge amounts of stuff about. May have helped that they were in the same part of the sky as the sun and so very bright white against the bright blue sky. Rather like a real life moving version of one of those pictures of an exploding nebula (or does a nebula explode by definition?) you get in astronomical picture books.
Perhaps appropriate that we found a painting called 'The Light of the World' at St Paul's - this being a hangover from the Spring interest in things Holman Hunt. Hanging not too clever as one needed to position oneself just right to see the thing. As it seems one Carlyle observed, interesting that an artist who as an angry young man made such an awful hullaballoo about the need for realism in painting (maybe part of the same wave that carried George Eliott in. I think she had a thing about realism), should paint a mystical religeous painting like this one. But then he was onto a good thing. I think this was the second edition out of which he made a great deal of money and which was seen by half the population of Australia when it went on tour.
Finished hoeing the fruit trees and picked 2 Blenheim Oranges which weighed in at 10 and 8 ounces. Around 3.5 inches wide and 2.7 inches deep. Orange/red and yellow/green. We will see if we can tell the differance from a Bramley when cooked. Also three Lord Lambourne, the largest of which was fully ripe and which on eating I was fairly sure was an Elinson Orange. A light, crisp and rather watery sort of taste. Hint of ainseed. When I have had the other two will consider whether to make a permanent change in the record. And last but not least one Cox.
Planted most of the Bulgar(ian?) wheat today, about half an inch deep, around three inches apart in the rows and the rows maybe five inches apart. Keith next door had a good looking stand of the stuff earlier in the year and we will see if I can do as well next year with the three ears that he gave me. Supposed to be very hardy so planting it as winter wheat seemed to be the thing to do. Let's hope that the deer don't like it.
Panic on the Excel front. My project explorer window went walkabout in a most inconvenient way. After much rushing about discovered a property called docking which seem to put things back together again when tweaked in the right way. Don't know how I managed to change it in the first place. Same sort of thing with the mobile phone the previous day which spontaneously started doing very odd things when entering text. Reduced to going down to Carphone Warehouse where they sorted it out in about 10 seconds flat. They clearly thought I was rather too old to be let loose with such a thing.
A very bubblefull experience yesterday, worthy of the bubble era of the early seventies. Was lying on the Millenium pier, waiting for the Clipper Express or whatever it is to take us to Tate Modern, watching the fluffy white clouds, quite high in the sky. For some reason one group was very lively with wisps, strands and lumps moving around and stirring up in a way which was both very intricate and very grand. Massive sense of huge natural forces whooshing huge amounts of stuff about. May have helped that they were in the same part of the sky as the sun and so very bright white against the bright blue sky. Rather like a real life moving version of one of those pictures of an exploding nebula (or does a nebula explode by definition?) you get in astronomical picture books.
Perhaps appropriate that we found a painting called 'The Light of the World' at St Paul's - this being a hangover from the Spring interest in things Holman Hunt. Hanging not too clever as one needed to position oneself just right to see the thing. As it seems one Carlyle observed, interesting that an artist who as an angry young man made such an awful hullaballoo about the need for realism in painting (maybe part of the same wave that carried George Eliott in. I think she had a thing about realism), should paint a mystical religeous painting like this one. But then he was onto a good thing. I think this was the second edition out of which he made a great deal of money and which was seen by half the population of Australia when it went on tour.
Finished hoeing the fruit trees and picked 2 Blenheim Oranges which weighed in at 10 and 8 ounces. Around 3.5 inches wide and 2.7 inches deep. Orange/red and yellow/green. We will see if we can tell the differance from a Bramley when cooked. Also three Lord Lambourne, the largest of which was fully ripe and which on eating I was fairly sure was an Elinson Orange. A light, crisp and rather watery sort of taste. Hint of ainseed. When I have had the other two will consider whether to make a permanent change in the record. And last but not least one Cox.
Planted most of the Bulgar(ian?) wheat today, about half an inch deep, around three inches apart in the rows and the rows maybe five inches apart. Keith next door had a good looking stand of the stuff earlier in the year and we will see if I can do as well next year with the three ears that he gave me. Supposed to be very hardy so planting it as winter wheat seemed to be the thing to do. Let's hope that the deer don't like it.
Panic on the Excel front. My project explorer window went walkabout in a most inconvenient way. After much rushing about discovered a property called docking which seem to put things back together again when tweaked in the right way. Don't know how I managed to change it in the first place. Same sort of thing with the mobile phone the previous day which spontaneously started doing very odd things when entering text. Reduced to going down to Carphone Warehouse where they sorted it out in about 10 seconds flat. They clearly thought I was rather too old to be let loose with such a thing.
# posted by Jim @ 9:17 AM 
