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06:32 pm - In the bleak midwinter
1. Bleak midwinter still beats snow; there's also a Romantic melancholy in the grey and faded browns that emerge from the melting mounds.

2. Right Knee is sulky about Left Knee getting all the attention so has begun random stabbing freeze-ups. Have given Right Knee a knee brace of its very own and hope that will calm its tantrums. Have also begun stretching both calves, as prescribed by chiropractor, though I tend to agree with acupuncturist that the fault is more likely up in the hamstring than down in the calf. (So I stretch the hamstrings too.) But calves hurt like billy-oh when prodded, so stretching is not wasted; and what helps best are mvrdrk's stretches from eight years back, so I do those. Do so wish cortisone still worked, even as I suspect the pain is largely tissue-related. It was tissue-related in 2006 too, but cortisone cleared it up.

3. Y'day being still non-bicycle weather, I didn't go home between acupuncture and my aunt but sat in a Yorkville coffee house surrounded by New York hedge fund manager wannabes talking importantly on cell phones, and mused on the death of a neighbourhood. Read Buddhist stories from Konjaku Monogatari just for the contrast. Cosmopolitan sophisticate atmosphere was interrupted periodically by the whoops of the Santa Speedo Run who circled our block several times. One hedge-funder told his moneyed blonde companion, "They used to run naked." No. No, they didn't. That was a '70s fad and you, sir, are showing your age.

4. I know I'm not on Aaronovitch's wave length but I've read Rivers of London four times now; and now on my fifth reread there are all these details that never registered the first time through. Aaronovitch's throwaways are so thrown away that I fail to catch a good two-thirds of them. Mind, someone reviewing Foxglove Summer remarked that oh err yeah (redacted spoiler material) *was* mentioned in the previous book. Books, she says firmly, having just reread Soho and Whispers.

5. Friends were having their annual fundraiser cum Christmas party today so I dragged myself out unwillingly-- I never want to do social things-- and was rewarded with party sandwiches (no one has party sandwiches anymore, except my aunt's retirement home at teatime and then only two kinds) and people my own age with whom I discussed aches and pains and chiropractors. All quite painless. It helps if I think of myself as a vampire who gets fed energy by interacting with humans, even in superficial ways; ie if I pretend I'm an extrovert.
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Date:December 15th, 2014 02:00 am (UTC)
There is one bit in Rivers of London which I did notice at the time, and which has finally paid off - when they're hitting the Folly's libraries to research, and Peter mentions that he's looking in the English books while Nightingale's looking in the foreign languages - "and the other library I didn't know about then" (or similar quote). I have been wondering when that would pay off...
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Date:December 15th, 2014 03:09 am (UTC)
It's reassuring in its way, after so many mangaka doing the precise reverse, that Aaronovitch clearly has this all worked out ahead of time. OTOH the throwaway in vol 1 finally being fired in vol 5 almost makes me nervous. What else am I supposed to keep in mind? Molly's taste for raw beef? Nightingale's four brothers? The artist in the coach house?
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Date:December 15th, 2014 06:52 am (UTC)
What are your favorite party sandwiches? The only one I know of i cream cheese and cucumber, and I can never get the cucumber right. I'm glad you got out and were rewarded for acting like an extrovert!
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Date:December 15th, 2014 01:47 pm (UTC)
Chicken salad, ham salad, salmon pinwheels with or without cream cheese, thin-sliced ham and cheese, cucumber and mayonnaise with a touch of dijon: anything that's on crustless bread and cut daintily, basically.

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