Sunday, June 26, 2005
A change of season & scenery
The longest night has gone, here down south. Paris can't be found, nor Farouk. I did tell them both that marsupials and members of the family, Mustelidae are not wont to hibernate, but the cold weather just seems to have that effect on us all: we just want to curl up in a branch or burrow warmed by the sun and wait till the wattle blooms.
Daphne's in Siberia by this stage, we think. The last postcard we had was from Japan where she had sheltered briefly with my brother who coaches cricket there.
When winters become countless (as they do for bunyips), melancholy blooms. It was just all getting too depressing for me, so I thought I'd do an early spring clean on the blog. New warm colours, better defined text to make reading through screens that fog up in the dew easier!
And I took myself to the cinema in Hamilton to see Kingdom of Heaven. That was probably a mistake! Baldwin IV, hiding his leprosy in his iron mask, was horrific enough: thank goodness it ended just as Richard I failed to persuade our fictitious hero Balian the smith to return with him to slaughter the 2,600 innocent Muslims at Acre.
Too many shades of the present day to make pleasant viewing, to my mind!
Daphne's in Siberia by this stage, we think. The last postcard we had was from Japan where she had sheltered briefly with my brother who coaches cricket there.
When winters become countless (as they do for bunyips), melancholy blooms. It was just all getting too depressing for me, so I thought I'd do an early spring clean on the blog. New warm colours, better defined text to make reading through screens that fog up in the dew easier!
And I took myself to the cinema in Hamilton to see Kingdom of Heaven. That was probably a mistake! Baldwin IV, hiding his leprosy in his iron mask, was horrific enough: thank goodness it ended just as Richard I failed to persuade our fictitious hero Balian the smith to return with him to slaughter the 2,600 innocent Muslims at Acre.
Too many shades of the present day to make pleasant viewing, to my mind!
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Mesomphaloskepsis
Yes, I know others use "intraomphaloskepsis", but we, at the Lake, have never found mixed roots very appealing!
Little did Daphne expect the tempest she would unleash with her simple quack of ennui posted on the pretender to our friend, Scaramouche's website, Dreamnation Recording Co. [dnrc].
How were we to know that some ex-hippie who found Damascus Road in Brisbane in 1984 would have turned the most modest act of personal hygiene into an international record?
Or that *the substance formerly known as navel fluff/lint*, of which the average human accumulates some 2-3 milligrams a day, was dangerously inflamatory as well as inflammable? (That's some 85kg in a lifetime, by the way.)
Despite all the kerfuffle (pardon my Gaelic), we still need help, friends; Daphne remains inconsolate because no-one has yet answered her question:
Little did Daphne expect the tempest she would unleash with her simple quack of ennui posted on the pretender to our friend, Scaramouche's website, Dreamnation Recording Co. [dnrc].
How were we to know that some ex-hippie who found Damascus Road in Brisbane in 1984 would have turned the most modest act of personal hygiene into an international record?
Or that *the substance formerly known as navel fluff/lint*, of which the average human accumulates some 2-3 milligrams a day, was dangerously inflamatory as well as inflammable? (That's some 85kg in a lifetime, by the way.)
Despite all the kerfuffle (pardon my Gaelic), we still need help, friends; Daphne remains inconsolate because no-one has yet answered her question:
"does anyone know the correct word for the lint that collects in one's navel? and why is it always blue?"It transpires that she's been reading the Don Vivo trilogy:
"Don Emmanuel grinned, scratched his rufous beard and then his pubic region, and said, 'I will give you all the advice in the world if only you can tell me why it is that the dingleberries excavated from my navel by Felicidad are always composed of blue Lint, when I possess no clothes of that colour.' "Please post if you can help her with her questions - then we can all get some sleep.Extract from The Troublesome Offspring of Cardinal Guzman by Louis de Bernières, published by Secker & Warburg.
