Saturday, 25 August 2007

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More job applications, oh depression. I was distracted from my own inadequacies, however, by the amusing index to recent technological advancement offered by the need to list all the grants and awards and what have you I've ever received. My collection of award notification letters, going back to Honours level, is a sort of fossilised museum to print technology: rummaging through it is no-budget time travel. The recent ones are all a paean to DTP, laser-printed in colour. Go a few years back and they're just laser-printed. Then they're ink-jet. Then they're Times New Roman fonts painstakingly recreated by the high-quality setting on a dot matrix. Then they're just gosh-darned dot-matrix courier, pale and sprawley and ugly.

I'm all over nostalgic. Our technology all growed up! I'm also a little bit stymied trying to imagine what could possibly come next. Probably the all-singing, all-dancing, interactive version which spurns paper entirely and leaps out of your inbox to trumpet your award to the sound of the university anthem and thunderous applause.

Or possibly, in fact, not.

Department of Random Linkery: The Section Quartet is a string quartet that covers Radiohead, among other rock luminaries. Their version of "Paranoid Android" is my Track Of The Moment, eclipsing even the jaunty vaudeville swing of Duke Special on the latest SL compilation. You realise quite how complex, even cerebral, Radiohead can be - it sounds like slightly depressive Brahms segueing into Shostakovitch. Lovely stuff. And I don't even like violins.

Last Night I Dreamed: a large party on a sunny tropical island somewhere, attended by approximately all my female friends. Since everyone had randomly decided to arrive in stunning formal ball gowns, a large portion of the dream entailed rummaging through my cupboards trying desperately to find one of the party dresses I knew I had, but which seemed to have vanished. (As I recollect, [livejournal.com profile] starmadeshadow had a particularly lovely dress. Jealous.) Later, I watched in fascination as several half-grown cats, at the sort of adolescent kitten stage, played gracefully on the surface of the water next to the island. The very, very faint misting and cracking of the surface under their paws showed that the water was actually on the point of freezing, which was how it was supporting their weight. Rather a magical image.

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