May Kasahara’s letter

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microwave, Murakami, rice pudding

It is pleasing to encounter someone who shares the realm of myth and substance – [a realm I named during my trip to Crete in 2010 to find again my virginity which I had lost on the island in 1979]  - perhaps especially so when it’s a one way communication from a separate universe.

Here is the significant communication, in a letter from the dangerous-to-know May Kasahara:

It’s like when you put instant rice pudding mix in a bowl in the microwave and push the button, and you take the cover off when it rings, and there you’ve got rice pudding. I mean, what happens in between the time when you push the switch and when the microwave rings? You can’t tell what’s going on under the cover. Maybe the instant rice pudding first turns into macaroni cheese in the darkness when nobody’s looking and only then turns back into rice pudding. We think it’s natural to get rice pudding  after we put rice pudding mix in the microwave and the bell rings, but to me that’s just a presumption.

May Kasahara’s Point of View: 4  from The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami.

forgettention

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attention, dream, time

One of my more powerful dreams was many years ago and was about the transference of my loving attention – to the point of complete neglect – from one dear pet gerbil to something that temporarily replaced it in my affections for long enough to bring the former close to the point of death.
The effect of my unintended neglect was utterly dismaying.

Hello The Prepared Piano – pleased to find you still here. A few moments ago I landed here in a 2009 post and believed it just possible I’d not written here for around 3 years. That would have felt like some kind of indictment of my workaholic lifestyle. I thank my small universe that in fact I last posted here merely less than a year ago.

It’s been an emotional day

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desert island

If you missed Top of the Pops 1964 to 1975 on BBC2 you can watch it until 12:14AM Sun, 24 Jul
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00zwrn5/Big_Hits_TOTP_1964_to_1975/

Plenty tasty tunes up until 1973.
Something happened then.

At least up til 1973 when it would seem as if something fell off a cliff and, all at once, accounting for taste was no longer a given.

I think 1973 coincides with my first teenage party.
I had a long conversation with someone of approximately my own age whose gender I could not determine in the course of polite conversation.

In no order:
1. A cover of Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit by Patti Smith played on toy guitars, mandolins, banjos or ukules. The best covers for me are always optimally rendered on tinny plucked string instruments (Ed: Any connection with the name of this blog?)

2. Stevie Wonder ‘Uptight.’ Stevie, who I once wheeled a foldback monitor around on the Val Doonican Show in the Television Theatre in Shepherd’s Buah around the time John Lennon was shot for, was the first time I encountered charisma.

3. Another cover: Wuthering Heights. Sung by a man from the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire and member of the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. At the Proms 2009. Produced by the extraordinary Roland Taylor. I tokk a picture – Henry Wood’s eye view of ‘interactivity’ at the Proms:

4. Hmm. Watch this spaice.

5 Hmm.

6. Hm

7. Again hmm.

8. Hymnen.

Photographic works by Geoffrey H Short and Nikolai Ishchuk

PV 13/1/11
Looking into Short’s photos of great balls of fire is a safe and warming entertainment.
Ishchuck blows up bank notes and they become artefacts of an alien, neurotic species likely to end its days disappearing over the event horizon of an unknowably complex hedge fund.

“When you watch Cary Grant what are you watching?”

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cary grant, david thompson, philip dodd, what

I throw down my cloak before the beauty of this question.

And I jumped out of bed at the answer.

( Question put to film biographer David Thompson by Philip Dodd on BBC Radio 3’s Night Waves from podcast 7 Dec 2010  http://www.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/series/r3arts )

The dynamics of natural loss

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gloss, lips, lore, loss, pattern, vaseline

Salve repeater

What a weekend! What a Week – End!! A weekend like some others. A weekend of freedom. The freedom to do as you please, wearing your best suit, or not, as you wish, sir. You are the customer, but if you take my advice, I am in control of the situation comedy.

To stay up late drinking espresso so you can stay later even upper. Most productive. MOST productive. With a hint of irony.

The leaves, those blessed leaves, fig leaves not excluded, far from it, those leaves, they are falling to the ground. On and off, but the drift is plain. They fall. We tidy.

In these times of plenty leaves we must consider the lips of the face. The lips of the face get sere and need greasing. So let us buy lip vaseline from Boots. Let us put it in our black leather pocket. Let us go out on our daily business, in the sere weather.

We find something. We find an old pattern returning. The pattern is recognisable. It’s kinda predictable.

We find the lip salve we just bought, as expected, in the upper left leather breast exterior pocket.  And what is here? What is here with our keys and work id card in our upper right leather breast exterior breast pocket? The same lip salve, last seen at the end of last winter.  Twins. Reuni. Reflecty. Rejuvi.

Unadulterated

Virgin emailed. They wanted to know what I thought about how they handled my phone call to them to ask for my bill details. I replied

There is Service and there is Customer Service. I want the Service I pay for to be reliable and at fair cost and I want to be able to tell easily whether it is competitive so I know that I’m getting a fair deal. The concept of Customer Service becomes important in a service organisation when it is not confident about the quality and value of the Service it provides.

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