Sitting, today, in chair that I don't normally occupy in my study (LucyFur had pushed me out of my desk chair, and who am I to argue with her?), and this meant that I saw this carved wooden pillar in a shaft of sunlight. It came from a shop somewhere down the Cowley Road, in Oxford, twenty or so year ago - some of you might even remember it from my office in the St Cross Building. So I don't know anything about its real provenance or function, but I've always really liked its two tiers of women (only the top one is visible here, of course). Ideas welcome about its true context ...
Friday, April 21, 2017
Round about four o'clock this afternoon, sitting taking notes in the Huntington Library, I thought - this is crazy! It's a beautiful day out there! The Rose Garden should be in full bloom. Which it was - overwhelmingly so. I don't have a particularly good sense of smell (apart from jasmine - happily; bad things, and olefactory hallucinations of fire), but even I was knocked back by rose scents. And they went on, and on ...
although I always especially enjoy the adjoining herb and vegetable garden (cabbages look very good, with large dark curly leaves, as a backdrop to roses). Today, the stand-out plants were the blooming fennel -
and then, in the center, this blue jay flew in. I promise you he's not stuffed.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
One last Easter offering, hanging from the gate of a house in the 'hood, seen on our late afternoon walk. I want to think that it's home made - I've Googled and Googled, and although I can find similar artifacts (mostly illustrated in craft magazines, and pinned to Pinterest - obviously there are armies off egg wreath crafters out there - who knew ...) I can find nothing that comes close to this. So I want to believe that it's impressive and home made (go on, now - spoil my illusion - tell me it's from World Market ...). Whatever, it was pretty and spring-like.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
It's time for the LA Times Festival of Books on campus! Hooray!
But wait ... what is this stall? What will it sell? Bookcases? Planks, screws, brackets, electric drills, and paint, so that I can put up my own? How-to books on - well, how to put up bookshelves?Wallpaper with books on it? (courtesy of eBay).
Stick-on wall murals, like this one?
Blackboard paint, so that you can cover your walls and chalk your own narrative? Books by the yard? I can't wait to go and check it out ...
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
It's that time of the year when I start to fantasize about tidying up the garage, and organizing my old papers and photos, and and and, and then get distracted by the first container that I open. This is the product of my first year learning French - aged 11-12.
Oh? You want to read the rest of it? I don't think that we'd approached the past tense yet - a whole year without talking about the past? Is that possible? Maybe this was just the end of the first or second term. But I'm impressed by my vocabulary ...
I also note that my punctuation seems to be American. No wonder I've always had problems with consistency.
Monday, April 17, 2017
I wish I could get more into the habit of working at home - it's such a wonderful and green-surrounded space, and I have books and internet ...
... and impediments. The impediments roam around my desk. I found this out, once again, today, when I had to stay at home for work people: freezer surprisingly warm: needed the condenser vacuuming (I'm sure that's an American thing - whoever heard of taking an industrial strength vacuum cleaner to one's refrigerator innards?) and washing machine - leaking - needs a new gasket. Really, it would be good if the cats would go out to work, instead of gazing skeptically at my notes.
Oh, and this is what LucyFur does, at the slightest hint of a workman anywhere near her space. No one can see her, can they?