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.
Well…, This is indeed the 10th post of this series. And it is morphing. From what was originally intended to be a Sunday evening write-up and review of the previous week, we currently seem to be moving to a post that get’s published a day or two (or more) after the date in its title. But let that, for now, not cause our hearts to sink but vialiantly… ah, I got nothing. Who cares anyway. Not many, I know. I have web-stats activated. But that’s fine. I’m doing this for myself. I’m happy to share and excited if others find my waffling interesting. But I don’t worry about whether I get enough page hits. I used to. On my first website I had one of those counters. As you did in those days. And some pages, to my amusement, still do. Sure, more page views must mean better content… So, of course, I hit refresh a ton of times to drive up that counter.
After all, they say there is power in numbers. That is, of course, usually understood that many people stand a better chance against an enemy, than few. But there are also powers – or meanings (will & imagination) associated with numbers. Think 666. Or 93 (if you’re aThelemite you will now!). Personally I like to sit on seat 23C when flying and use gate #42 wherever possible on London tube stations… These are small numbers… Let’s look at a larger one: 16.000
I am, of course, aware that very little of what happens in an average week of mine is of fundamental significance to life, the universe and everything. Which takes a great load of responsibility of my shoulder – well, more precisely that load was never placed there to begin with. Either way, for the practicalities of writing these weekly (ahem) blog posts, it means that there is little to no need to fret a lot if a week does not get featured here. As for that recent week that wasn’t (In case you even noticed) – let’s blame the heatwave. And work. And now, let’s get on with things. After all, the weather finally cooled down a bit.
“We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender”… I don’t know how many times I’ve heard Churchill speak those words, but it must have been often. This week, more precisely Friday, I heard them again.
Whenever I hear them they are usually followed by the intro riff to Aces High, one of THE classic Iron Maiden tunes. The same Friday July 13th. With a difference. Usually, when I hear them, I’m listening to a recording, most of the time the classic 86 live album Live after Death. This time I heard it stood in the middle of a crowd of fellow Maiden fans and the band which I’ve absolutely adored in my very early teens, and which I still proudly count among one of my favourite bands, were live on stage at Lisbon’s Altice Arena. It was a great experience!
But before going into any more detail about the concert (and I’m not going to write a full review anyway), let’s look back a bit further, all the way to that first Sunday (July 8th), when the location for the Week that Was was being set! It’s worth mentioning at this point – I didn’t want to spoil the intro – that at the time this is being finished and published we’re speaking of the Week that Was previous to the week that just was. Sometimes that’s how it goes.
Another week gone by quickly.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if this theory that sometimes pops up on the fringes of weirder ideas, which states that time is actually accelerating, might be true after all. And would that, considering what the General Theory of Relativity says, even be felt? Or are matters rather subjective? But let other speculation-inclined minds ponder this for now. Hit me up when the results are in!
Meanwhile, there never seems enough time to do all the things one wants to do. Even less so when you want get a proper night’s sleep, or two, in there as well. And after last week I had to prioritise that for a bit – less successful as hoped. In part I have my lovely cat Schnitzl (Full name & title: Tiger, Lord Schnitzl. Best of Cats) and his nocturnal activities to thank/blame for that. But, honestly, my tendency for night-owling are strong and seem to be coming to the foreground again recently, miraculously shifting bedtime to later and later hours in the process.