Whilst we're waiting...

I thought it would be today, but it's not looking that way. So we're still on for a remarkable sunday lunch. Unless something happens in the night.

I took some sky photos.

Earlier today, I wrote 1500 words analysing an article which called for an end to communicative language teaching. It's not much in itself, but is my first academic writing since my undergraduate thesis twenty years ago, ("Possession and contemplated use of nuclear weapons: the case for illegality"; those were the days).

Via Sroka Sounds I came across Little Hits which is a gold mine of neglected and possibly wonderful sounds; its compiler says, rather splendidly:

Little Hits does not intend to deprive artists and labels of revenue; it is instead hoped that the music presented on this site will contribute to interest that will eventually lead to legitimate re-issue of the works of the artists represented, or wider recognition of already available releases. If you have legal rights to any of the songs presented here, and wish to have them removed, I will attempt to dazzle you with the speed and abject humility of my compliance.


Indeed. There's a substantial archive, and I'll probably get to download most of it waiting for the baby.

Herself's mother advised against castor oil.

Comments

  1. ApprenticeSun Oct 02, 04:02:00 pm BST

    1500 words is really good going for a returner. I found it awfull hard doing a degree in my 40s.

    On other matters, you have taken my Dawdon blog out of your bloroll. I know I've been a damnned slacker lately, but I have been busy with people dying and all, so sommat had to give. Anyway, I'm so upset I might cry.

    And Kate suggests orgasms. I'd prefer a nice Sunday lunch myself. Good luck, we are all thinking of you.

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  2. Garry NixonSun Oct 02, 05:18:00 pm BST

    Never fear - I get to Dawdon through the Spliced Differential. But to cheer you up, I'll put it back on later.

    We've tried one of those, and will try another later. ;-|

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  3. JohnSun Oct 02, 10:01:00 pm BST

    Time is the only cure . . . unless you schedule the c-section, and if you do that, you won't miss the game . . . .

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