accessions diary and a lost cat

horsemouth has just failed to find any of his memories sufficiently well written to deserve republishing. he has his coffee. daylight (such as it is) is leaking through the windows. a year ago he was crowing his (temporary) victory over the end of facebook's notes tool (in that he had published a few extra posts after it was supposed to have ended). it will take him until november 10th to establish a regular daily blogging habit on blogspot

actually the daylight is fairly decent. it's just that the sun has difficulty in these winter times in making it over the houses opposite (and will have further problems as more go in for loft extensions).  the council have been round planting more trees (which will provide useful shade in the hotter summer months). 

as horsemouth has noted both next door and the basement flat two doors down and the house on the corner of the street have suffered from flooding (this is discouraging horsemouth from contemplating any basement extensions within the communal endeavour). horsemouth needs to hurry up and write something for the communal endeavour (not that anybody will read it you understand). but even if his fellow members don't read it the writing of it will help horsemouth formulate his thought more clearly. 

accessions diary. potlatch book box by daubney park. 

• the craftsman (richard sennet)
• elizabeth costello (j.m. coetzee)
• blueprint (theresia enzensberger)

so that's horsemouth's reading sorted for the next little while (he still has to complete milan kundera's somewhat slight immortality - or set it aside). he's had a bit of a run on the coetzee, the craftsman is he thinks a celebration of craft (precisely in the era when it is most destroyed by industrial production), the blueprint is a fictional book about the bauhaus (so it features gropius, kandinsky etc.). 

yesterday horsemouth was out and about looking for a friend's cat. they put up posters in the neighbourhood. they talked to people. as usual horsemouth likes talking to people. he has great faith in them. they talked to the dog walking dudes in the park (the guys who feed the foxes), to the dude who drives over from gospel oak to help his son with the dog walking, they talked to a dude from the boats off scrap metalling, educators and people who work in youth centres (who too posters), the youth took photos of the poster on their phones, the young professionals recommended an app, people offered advice. 

apparently there's a turkish dude on the estate who feeds the strays - he's probably worth a chat. 

the cat is a good looking boy (and neutered) he's probably just found a house with better central heating and posher cat food.  

horsemouth is listening his way through a h.p.lovecraft inspired podcast series from bbc radio 4. jack parsons just surfaced (together with l.ron hubbard). 

12 years ago horsemouth was out and about in hackney of an evening and drunk. on this occasion he manages not to fall over and smack his face open (but it's a close run thing). jesus just look at him.