Black Books

I spent the afternoon/evening with Other Patti and our friend Sally, watching several episodes of an absolutely brilliant British sitcom entitled “Black Books.” It follows the exploits of Bernard Black, a bookstore owner, his employee Manny, and Fran, who has the shop next door. I would describe it further, but I would only gum it Continue reading Black Books

Words playing tricks on me

I just passed the bookshelves with Dad’s old collection of Rafael Sabatini‘s works. One book startled me with its title: The Nutballs of Corbal. This worried me, so I looked closer, and the title resolved itself into The Nuptials of Corbal. I feel a little better, though a residuum of worry still lingers.

Moving music

I have been moving my music files around like so many blocks on a floor, it seems — that’s what it feels like, instead of rearranging electrons on copper disks. It would seem that iTunes requires a deauthorization/authorization process, and merely having one’s (legally purchased) music files on one’s computer doesn’t mean one can listen Continue reading Moving music