Recent exploits and opinions – 28.09.2018

A short preamble: Once again it’s taken far too long… hence it’s hardly a weekly review. As this seems to be how these posts work I found the new title more appropriate: It better describes what I’m writing about and gets rid of counterproductive temporary constraints. It is, of course, also a nod to one of my greatest teachers, the inimitable (and rather fictional) Dr. Faustroll, founder of the science of ‘pataphysics.
As always, I hope you enjoy my ramblings:

 

Autumn has always been my favourite season. It may be, because of childhood priming based around my October birthday. It may be for other reasons. Maybe it’s that purported Austrian morbidness, a pleasure of watching nature get ready for the death of Winter. All, of course, ideally while sitting cuddled up in man-made warmth as rain and wind create a Ganzfeld effect conducive soundtrack. And that’s pretty much how it is on this first day of Autumn 2018 as I’m – finally – setting out to writing this long overdue post, looking back on much more than the events of one week, while listening to some music I haven’t put on in aeons.

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The weeks that were 26.08 & 02.09.2018

“It’s funny, you live in the universe, but you never get to do these things until someone comes to visit.“ sez Dr. Zoidberg in Futurama‘s “I Dated a Robot” episode (S03E01) when Fry suggest to go see the Edge of the Universe.
I didn’t visit the edge of the Universe this bygone week, no at least not that I’m aware of, but Zoidberg’s bonmot rings true on a – pardon – more universal level and thus equally applies to London. Where, thanks to a friend from way back visiting, I got to see places and things (& the inevitable people that go with them) that I hadn’t visited in years. Or never even been to at all. So it goes. That visit from my friend, btw., shall serve as excuse for this being another one of those bi-weekly rather than weekly posts. I got started early enough, but the distractions of old acquaintances not forgot, all crammed into the tiny spaces of a London flat, as well as the streets of – and tunnels under the city – and some of it’s meadows green proved too much distraction and provided not enough contemplative alone time for the ponderings that bring forth these wild-waters & sometimes (read: more often) puddles, which we call stream of consciousness, that end up filling the hypertext pages of this here blog. Back to those waters:

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