I’m in the business of filling in time, which is not the
same as wasting it. I never waste the
stuff, whatever appearances may suggest: there’s always an outcome of some
kind, however inconsequential or trivial it might appear to uninformed outside
observers. For example, writing that
last sentence filled in several minutes, which obviously weren’t wasted, otherwise
I’d have deleted it, wouldn’t I?
So it was that this evening I found myself browsing through
some old notebooks. This was very
interesting. I discovered, for example,
that in 1983 I went through a demented phase of serving up Chinese banquets: to
whom, or why, I have no idea. Here’s the
list of ingredients for one such (provide your own punctuation* if you will):
Walnuts sesame seeds star anise mooli yellow bean sauce
squid red pepper mangetout oyster sauce dry sherry mushrooms water chestnuts
spring onions (lots!) beef chicken breast aubergine watercress pork eggs
lapsang tea
I also, some years earlier, apparently became briefly obsessed
with reading the Chambers Dictionary, from which I noted several definitions
that amused or intrigued me. Here’s just
one:
Musique Concrète:
a kind of mid-20 C music, made up of odds and ends of recorded sound
variously handled.
Well, that was fun!
And the plumber’s coming in the morning to fit my new taps. Isn’t life joyous?
*My fingers typed ‘punchuation,
which I rather like.
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