Temperatures down from over 30C a couple of weeks ago to under 20, rain and wind, and bright orange hips on the wild roses on the Mudchute. It all points one way.
Heron Island, Great Barrier Reef, Australia
Saturday, 29 August 2020
Thursday, 27 August 2020
Thank you Facebook
If I needed any more encouragement to stay at home (and any more proof that algorithms are not to be trusted)......
Posted by Autolycus at 13:00 1 comment:
Sunday, 23 August 2020
Passing the time
Among the little bits of life admin that nag at me are the accumulations of digital entertainment (that's recordings, not finger-puppets) in my video recorder and computer. I blame that "Series Record" button.
Slowly but surely I've been weeding out the recorder files, with some saved into a portable hard drive, for if and when travel abroad is possible again and the equivalent local services are - well, just not that entertaining.
It can a be a tiresome slog waiting for the copying to be done and then renaming the files of some long-running series into some sort of comprehensible order (hence the slowness). And all too often some other little project suggests itself - this weekend, a cheerfully inconsequential piece of French swing music on the radio. I thought it would be something different to put into a video with the words. The wonders of the internet soon turned up a suitable photograph of the performers and the words, but experimenting with layouts, fonts and colours took a time: but stitched together it seems to work (well, it kept me
amusedoccupied for a few hours):
Posted by Autolycus at 19:27 1 comment:
Labels: arts/media, daily life
Saturday, 1 August 2020
"Beware all enterprises that require new clothes" - apparently these words of wisdom are from Henry David Thoreau. Whether he said anything about the clothes themselves, I don't know, but it would have been wise to bear in mind when buying a new dressing-gown.
The swimming pool here has re-opened, but on suitably distanced conditions, one of which is that we change and ablute in our own flats, hence the need for a dressing-gown (my old one turning out, on inspection, to be less than neighbour-worthy: blame it on clumsy attempts to bleach out tea stains).
As it happens, I didn't notice the embroidered logo before I bought it. I do hope no-one thinks I'm boasting.
Posted by Autolycus at 07:00 2 comments:
Labels: daily life
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