summertime (no diggity)

'anything can be made adjacent to anything else' remarks susan sontag in on photography.

horsemouth has his coffee (thanks sten). (or at least the first instalment). 

yesterday (as if not heeding his own advice to stay sat down and let the danse macabre rock around the clock all over europe and indeed the world) horsemouth went out for a wander with T.G. round the marshes and then up to london fields for lise's (and kevin's) birthday (he wished happy birthday to both). later he watched a movie. 

between times he had a snooze. 

on the marshes they walked about by the river in the shade (it was a hot sunshine-y day). people waded in the waters like river spirits and  the bugs were active - catepillars, spiders, slugs. the river, the river of time, flowed on. T swore one particular beastie had the face of a monkey.

upon london fields during the golden hours the sun shone horizontally across the park. there were guitars and a ukulele and a violin (there was a fine heartfelt version of summertime). horsemouth sang along a little, he played guitar a little and sang a little (no diggity), when he had his hands on a guitar himself he couldn't really think of what to play. there was a discussion of how many guitars was enough (about 11 acoustic and electric). 

it was good to see people. people horsemouth hasn't seen in a while. 

horsemouth was chatting with alice (recently back from ireland and a visit to jonnie and denise) an ex-anthropologist from UCL. both had seen contact a movie that is about sapir-whorf (the idea that language conditions consciousness)

horsemouth was praised for his writing a blog consistently - he replied that he did not deserve praise because it was more of a compulsion, that something written less often with more thought might be more praiseworthy. there was some discussion of bukowski (horsemouth can't remember why). bukowski was a barfly writing about his shenanigans, but being able to write gave him access to a better class of shenanigan. he writes well about the everyday and about having low motivations. 

ultimately, like the music, horsemouth is sorry to say that his writing is just a way of showing off. 

horsemouth is still waiting to hear if he has successfully made it into (semi-)retirement. in a bit he will check his email. first there will be an email and later an electronic bank transfer. horsemouth keeps threatening to move to portugal it's true (but first he should probably get over there for a holiday). 

it's two days since the abbots-bromley horn dance (as celebrated here by stick in the wheel).