Tuesday, 17 July 2001

Entry #196

Listening to:
Elgar, Falstaff - symphonic study. I haven't read or seen any of the Shakespeare plays in which Falstaff features, but I do get this sense that he's supposed to be an archetypal character that everyone in the Western world knows all about, even if only at some sort of subliminal level.
Still reading:
Jack Kerouac, On the road. This has been rather slow going, in part because the only character with any depth seems to be the narrator (and his depth is only being revealed quite slowly). The other characters just act in an apparently motive-less way, and we get no real insight into what might be making them tick.
Now nibbling:
A white-fleshed nectarine. Very nice, juicy and tasty. I just wish the flesh didn't have its pale colour. I yearn for the golden ripeness of colour that you get with a peach, or with the more typical nectarines. I don't expect my apples to be golden, so it must just be conditioning that has left me in this strange psychological state.
I went into Cambridge's new Borders bookshop yesterday. Incidentally, Borders international "store locator" page has little outline maps of three of the countries where they have overseas shops. (I'd never recognise Singapore from its outline.) The fourth country where they have a non-US shop is New Zealand, but there's no outline map! It must be a conspiracy.

Anyway, they have this neat system for their CDs (I'm still far too far behind with my reading list to even contemplate buying books in a book-shop, so I focus on the music). There are listening posts dotted around, and underneath the peg where the headphones hang, each has a little bar-code reader. You can put a CD under this reader, and the listening post can then play you that CD. Neat! Not all of the shop's CDs are accessible in this way, some CDs only have some tracks available, and there is only about 2 minutes of each track available. Surely disk-space is cheap enough these days that they could store their entire stock completely without having to pay too much. I wonder if the CD publishers stopped them from doing this out of some copyright owner control-freakery.

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