Wednesday 28 August 2024

Running In

 Before we get to the outdated-cultural-reference part of this blog, I should say that I used to work with a South African guy, who was friendly and charming and once helped me to get home when I'd drunk too much.

Over the course of a week and a half I've driven my car 1000 miles, slowly, and without holding constant revs, to run in a newly rebuilt engine. I've been karting in Menheniot, I've been to Weston Super Mare for coffee, I've been to Exeter for pizza, I've been to Redruth to pick up oil, I've been to Collumpton for McDonalds, I've been to Bradford-on-Avon for a house call, and I've done a lap of Dartmoor. (outdated-cultural-reference:) But I've never met a nice South African.

Richard "10w40 Semi Synthetic" B

Drip Tray

 Every now and again I have to demote a pair of jeans to gardening/painting/workshop duty. I see it as a useful and productive end of their service life after they've taken me to work and social events for what may be a number of years.

This week I've made a much more rash and serious demotion. I'm running in a rebuilt engine in my sports car and it demands an oil change at 60miles, 500miles and 1000miles. I'm trying to do it all as quickly as I can and putting the car on stands to drain the oil is a time consuming chore. As such I wanted a drip tray that fits under the sump. I have demoted a roasting tin that I've been using happily for about 25 years, it has built up a good non-stick seasoning, and is the only thing I have big enough to roast a big fowl or a decent joint.

Its very convenient, but I bet I'll regret it come Christmas.

Richard "speed run 1000 miles driven slowly" B

Reading List

 There's a rather wonderful Youtube channel called Overly Sarcastic Productions that talks about storytelling. I almost wholeheartedly recommend it – other than the main woman sometimes seems to lend the channel to her boyfriend who is much less personable and much less interesting.

Anyway the last time I had anything to do with the novel "Watership Down" was in the 1970s. My dim childhood recollection is that it was both very hard to understand and very very sad. However now that I've heard OSP talk about it, I might have to put it back on my reading list. She puts it in a category almost all by itself called "Dramatic Irony Cosmic Horror" and I think she's right.

Dramatic irony is when we as the audience know something about the story that the characters don't. We know there's a hungry shark under the waves and we can hear it ominously playing the cello (I think) but the woman swimming doesn't know it's down there. We know that the dates have been poisoned, and we don't want the hero to eat one, but the characters haven't seen the telltale poisoned monkey yet.

Cosmic horror is when the main point of the story is that it's a cold, unfeeling and unfathomable universe that we live in.

Watership down is about a group of rabbits that get poisoned and their warren dug up. For us it's dramatic irony because we understand housebuilding, and we know what trains and cars and things are. For the rabbits its senseless, arbitrary and cruel.

OSP says it's like reading Colour Out of Space if we were the Eldrich abominations. "Oh yeah that makes sense, that colour (never before seen on earth) would be very bad for biological life there"

Richard "The Cello is Non-diagetic" B

Monday 5 August 2024

Very Superstitious

 In Latin the left hand side is sinister and the right hand side is dexter. My advice is not to make a Latin joke and say that she's sinister when you find out that your infant niece is left handed.

Anyway there are lots of superstitions about left and right hand sides. I had a cooked breakfast at the weekend and ended up with some salt in my hand (there was more in the sachet than I wanted to distribute between the eggs and hash browns) and I naturally threw it over my left shoulder – so it goes in the devil's eye. Apparently the devil is speaking in to your left ear and angels into your right. It's not clear to me how antagonising the devil by throwing salt in his eye is going to have a positive effect, but this is what I've always done.

It got me thinking about right and left had drive cars. Whenever I've been driving and somebody in the rear seat wanted to talk to me they leaned forwards between the front seats. In a right hand drive car they'd be speaking in to my left ear, in a left hand drive car they'd be speaking in to my right ear. It seams to me that in the UK (and Japan and Australia) The devil has prime position to influence drivers. And that rear seat passengers are more likely to get salt thrown at them.

Richard "Thirteen month old baby broke the lookin’ glass" B