January 15th, 2021


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The cure for being earwormed by sea shanties is to be earwormed by Renaissance dance music, especially the ones with what I think (vague memories from mefieval dramas 50 odd years ago) are shawms and psalteries. (Youtube agrees on the shawms but nobody seems to actually play a psaltery, just tell you in excruciating detail how to do it.)

Gin arrives, courtesy of those charming Japanese. So that's alright.

Got into my old Word files on the computer, as in 'mid to late 90s' old. Thus spent the afternoon in 25 years ago, which was odd. Odder is having to remind me that 25 years ago was 1996, not 1995. Evidently I don't believe 2020 counts as a year, just as I didn't believe the five years I lived in Japan counted. Was consistrntly five years out in my time reckoning until well into the teens of this decade.