What is it about writing a blog that
suddenly turns a hitherto immaculate text content editor brain (mine, haha) into a text designer brain (not mine), focusing on word sound rather than spelling and making more than a few grammatical errors along the way that then have to be corrected? It's frustrating and I throw the topic
open for general discussion. Is it that blogging consists of what is in effect a stream of consciousness first draft which, because of the speed and immediacy of the medium, we tend to think of as a final, publishable draft? I'd be interested in others' thoughts.
Yesterday was a bit too hot to spend all day
out of doors so it made a perfect day for
visiting an airconditioned museum. Crossing
the Tottenham Court Road to get there
I saw someone come out freshly bandaged from University College Hospital. Poor chap had lost a forearm - but through the bandaging I could see that the joint had been preserved as well as a stub of the forearm bones so that he could later be fitted with a prosthetic forearm. The museum exhibits reminded me.
honest, I avoided the opening because, in spite of
Edward Burtynsky's huge talent and relentlessly
accurate eye, I didn't want to be depressed by
his subject matter in this exhibition. I still
haven't been able to look at the opening
exhibition but I took some pics of the
street scene outside the gallery.
The mesh screens, above, cleverly
prevent this floor to ceiling window
view from being vertiginous.
The buildings on the south side
of the gallery.
The north side of Ramilles Street,
opposite the gallery.
R I P Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau His voice, his repertoire, his tempi, his musical sensibility, were important to the world - and so important to me during my growing up years that I prepared for his death as for that of a relative.
I am retracting yesterday's post on
the apostrophe.Writing is either literate
or illiterate and punctuation exists
to help define the difference.
referring to 'one writer' ('the writer in London', say,
or myself as a writer). Writers' London is correct
if I am referring to 'all writers' ('more than one
writer'; the London of writers). In setting up this
blog, since I am referring to both, I chose
to leave out the apostrophe - until Friday when I wanted to publish it on Twitter and realized
my mistake. Twitter is public; ergo, Twitter, fast, brief and frequently lighthearted as it is, is
publishing in the formal sense - just so
you know. See Wikipedia page (which
incidentally includes a rather fetching
engraving of an early Gutenberg press).
Winter-cold weather but miles of Union Jacks
and bunting all down Regent Street. The
congested road conditions certainly offer plenty
of time for people to enjoy it. I rush to the office,
sit down, and get on with book one.
Later in the day, I set off for art gallery land
(see pic of Hauser & Wirth) down Savile Row
and Sackville Street where there is a short, sharp
hailstorm. With an ironic raising of the eyebrows,
and a wide grin, everyone walking down that
street immediately made eye contact with
everyone else. It's London.