memory a swingin' door
Sunday, 27 January 2008 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I woke up this morning with a very vivid memory of the department store in the town in which we lived when I was in lower junior school - I think I must have dreamed about it. It was one of those old-fashioned, faintly larney stores with umpteen floors with clothes and fabric and household goods and what have you, and a lift attendant, and also one of those weird old cash systems where receipts and money were put into little brass capsules and shot away through a complicated series of tubes by air pressure. (The same system I was, in fact, discussing with James only last weekend, in the context of the bizarre note-sending system in a velvet-lined Berlin nightclub frequented by Brian Eno and David Bowie. James was told about it by Brian Eno. Strange but true).
I remember the department store with pleasure, but in fact what I mostly remember were the tills, about which I obsessed as a child. They were those huge, chunky, old-fashioned ones with the numbers which popped up on cards, and the buttons were little metal cylinders with a concave end, ranked with different banks of colour, and they depressed with a satisfying click. I used to lust after those buttons to a quite unreasonable extent - I'd actually have vivid dreams in which I was almost, but not quite, allowed to press them. I have no idea why. Something about the tactile pleasure of that "click", I think. I suspect I was an odd child.
Dept. of Random YouTube: courtesy of sf writer Elizabeth Bear, a new bit of viral wossname, this time directed against Scientology. Spread the word! this is one viral campaign behind which I can, so to speak, get.
Off now to consume vast and unnecessary quantities of food at the Hussar, by way of celebrating My First Paycheck. Possibly it's all worth it.
I remember the department store with pleasure, but in fact what I mostly remember were the tills, about which I obsessed as a child. They were those huge, chunky, old-fashioned ones with the numbers which popped up on cards, and the buttons were little metal cylinders with a concave end, ranked with different banks of colour, and they depressed with a satisfying click. I used to lust after those buttons to a quite unreasonable extent - I'd actually have vivid dreams in which I was almost, but not quite, allowed to press them. I have no idea why. Something about the tactile pleasure of that "click", I think. I suspect I was an odd child.
Dept. of Random YouTube: courtesy of sf writer Elizabeth Bear, a new bit of viral wossname, this time directed against Scientology. Spread the word! this is one viral campaign behind which I can, so to speak, get.
Off now to consume vast and unnecessary quantities of food at the Hussar, by way of celebrating My First Paycheck. Possibly it's all worth it.
pneumatic tubes in shops
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Date: Sunday, 27 January 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)If you don't like the way strong, organised loonies prey on weak, vulnerable loonies, 'tis better to fight the lunacy with reason than with a net version of violence.
From these comments on the Reg article, I wish to quote the 2nd one: "Freedom of Speech has to be the worst enemy of Scientology. Let 'em say what they want. Anyone listening would have to be a right proper wingnut to take any of it seriously. Having all the real hardcore teapots in one handy ignorable place is actually quite a sensible idea."
On the other hand, I did also enjoy "If you live by the sword, make sure that you get a really nice sword."
On a completely separate topic: Hooray for paycheck! I hope it was a good Hussarification.
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Date: Monday, 28 January 2008 01:40 pm (UTC)It was an excellent Hussarification. I have now consumed my allocated red meat portion for the next six months.
Super suction
Date: Sunday, 27 January 2008 11:38 pm (UTC)pinK.
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Date: Monday, 28 January 2008 10:46 am (UTC)