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Still bashing away at the finishing touches of the dissertation. Writing long things is hard. Like building long bridges is hard. Both have a tendency to sag in the middle if you don’t know what you’re doing. Anyway, I was just searching for the  “guitar as an element of style” (which is a damn interesting topic all by itself, on which I’d love nothing more than to spout-off about it here, right now, in an unreferenced fashion — but that’s procrastinating).  And thought I’d come across an article on a blog that seemed to fit the bill perfectly but upon closer inspection I see that it’s one of those robot-blogs advertising products. It’s a big universe: achieve peace through superior firepower today.

Eulogy for a dead cat on the street

Dead cat, when I first saw you lying there I thought you were sunning yourself. As I came over to give you a pat I saw a fly buzzing around and noted that you weren’t trying to get it. Then I realised you were dead.

Cut down in the prime of your youth, maybe six months old and calico in colour. I’ve heard people pronounce it Ka-LEE-ko but I prefer KAL-a-ko. Life was not kind to you in this country, and I don’t pretend to know how the universe works but I would like to think you have moved onto a better place. Not somewhere in the sky where there is nothing to do, but some place where cats get a better deal. Somewhere like Weller st Geelong West where every cat gets its own 1/8th-acre block and a kind family to look after. There, the people who pass by on the street are friendly and will always stop to give you a pat if you want it. You can spend your summers indoors, poured across the lino-covered cement, and the winters are mild.

Dead cat, you are the third of your kind I have seen lying wretched and stiff in the gutters of this town during summer. And if I could I would resurrect the Pharaohs and the armies of ancient Egypt, I probably would. It’s possible that they would get the Koreans in a headlock and not let go until receiving the promise that cats would be treated better. But let’s face it, it’s more likely that those burly 7foot Nubian slaves would slay the Koreans where they stood. Dead cat, the worst is over.

Sunny Breaks salutes: Angela Lansbury

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The Deadly Toys Affair, a second season episode of The Man From U.N.C.L.E had Angela Lansbury as one of its guest stars, and she pretty much stole the show. At this stage of the Uncle series its starting to go more over the top and she was really hamming it up. That was 1965. I love the pillarless sedans of 1965. UNCLE is full of them. So was The Invaders. I was thinking Lansbury must have had a pretty good run if that was the 60s and Murder She Wrote was 80s. But after looking up her filmog on wikipedia I see that that was only part of it. Born in 1925! Even still being alive is an achievement, but actually _doing stuff_ on top of that?: Ms. Lansbury we salute you.

I don’t know what it would’ve been like growing up during the war. But that aside, 1925 would have been a pretty choice time to be born–being 25 at 1950, especially in boomtime, US. Mostly I’m thinking the west coast, Leo Fender, the Telecaster, the colour called <a href=”http://www.gbase.com/gear/fender-telecaster-custom-shop-1996-mary-kay-w”>Mary Kay</a>. I don’t know why they call it that.


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Last Sunday travelling between one smallish town and another we jumped off the bus and walked around, through the rice fields. It’s so peaceful once you get away from the main roads. There’s probably the question of whether utilities could be easily connected out there, but I honestly wonder why more people don’t move out a bit instead of living on top of one another in the cities. By western standards, a driving commute wouldn’t take that long at all.

These fotos are <a href=”http://public.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/affect.html”>affected</a> but there’s normal looking ones <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunnybreaks/sets/72157627426896319/”>there</a> too.

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*80s flashback tripleshot*

Being out there triggered that old song <a href=”http://youtu.be/qQJ8ojUU0gk”>Walking on the Chinese Wall</a>. Hadn’t heard it in years, but it’s obviously stuck down there in the memory somewhere. <a href=”http://youtu.be/PPl8JCKxnUM”>Skin Deep</a>. Commercial FM radio: who’d have thought I’d ever miss it? <a href=”http://youtu.be/SyBif6w-SiY”>No Promises</a> Iva Davies falls into that What Are They Doing Now? category.