Gigolos and Brasses
Note: this post was drafted earlier in the day and almost didn’t go live–I was watching the Denmark-v-Finland game in which Christian Eriksen collapsed. As I write this, the news is that he is stable in hospital; had he not been, this post would have been pulled.
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For a long time now I’ve been describing the spirographic arc* of a slow waltz through Anthony Powell’s A Dance to the Music of TIme, which I find I have to be in the right mood to read. It can be very funny once you get into the rhythm of its endless proliferation of sub-clauses, all perfectly punctuated. I recently started on book 6–The Kindly Ones–which puts us immediately before, and in the early months of, WW2, and find, slightly to my surprise, that I’m really enjoying it.
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…and that’s another thing about Stargate SG1, no matter the planet, everyone speaks English. And not just any old English: they all learned that peculiarly stilted English with no contractions that US network SciFi reserves for alien races. Also, the stories just aren’t that good, at least in season one.
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New adventures in baking today, as I tried baking a loaf with spelt flour. This is an attempt to vary the grains somewhat and see how it interacts with some intolerances in the household. I have a vague memory of using spelt flour many years ago and deciding not to do it again. I can’t remember now why that was, but I can say that it is a lot more difficult to work than your average commercial bread flour.
The end result is OK; quite dense, but tasty enough.
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* yes, I know that, strictly, the shapes described with a spirograph set are known as hypotrochoids and epitrochoids.
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Music: after the Christian Eriksen thing, here’s Ian Dury: Reasons To Be Cheerful Part 3
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