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« Reply #4020 on: 23:11:16, 28-03-2008 » |
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My room is getting tidier and tidier, and more and more organised.
Strangely, I seem to lose things I've seen recently while finding things that I wasn't particularly expecting to. For example, this week I've been completely unable to find two CDs that I'd promised to copy for two different members here, despite having listened to them both quite recently. But just now, while having to take everything out of a drawer in order to try and reach down the back of the cabinet for something that had fallen, I've just discovered that I own a full score of David Del Tredici's An Alice Symphony, which I didn't even know I had!
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« Reply #4021 on: 23:20:22, 28-03-2008 » |
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Not exactly likely to be the smallest score in your collection by quite some way, one would have thought, tisnow.  |
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« Reply #4022 on: 23:23:18, 28-03-2008 » |
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Not exactly likely to be the smallest score in your collection by quite some way No! It was lying flat across the bottom of the drawer. After much struggling I've managed to lever out the item from the innards of the chest of drawers - I didn't know what it was, just that something was stopping the drawer from closing - and it turns out to be ... of all things ... the libretto of an opera called Craig's Progress!  |
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« Reply #4023 on: 23:26:34, 28-03-2008 » |
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Tinners, Tidying up (sigh). First comes the chaos after dragging things out, then comes the despair after looking at the chaos, followed by joy at finding things that you thought you had lost (or completely forgotten about). Brief moment of bliss followed by feelings of oh-my-god-how-am-I-supposed-to-organise-this-lot-now? PAUSE. I'll deal with it later   |
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« Reply #4024 on: 23:35:00, 28-03-2008 » |
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followed by feelings of oh-my-god-how-am-I-supposed-to-organise-this-lot-now Actually, that's the bit I'm quite enjoying, Mort.  (a) I tend to get half-way down an untidy-looking pile of books and CDs and realise that once I've sorted the top layer out, the rest is actually in some sort of order already, so it's quite nice to discover that all my stuff was not in quite the disorder it might have appeared to be in. (b) I don't own that many different kinds of things. I only live in one room, and it basically has hundreds of CDs, lots of piles of paper and notes, books, and a few clothes (not many, by most people's standards). So it's quite satisfying to find CDs/books/notes I've written about the same composer scattered around and put them all into the same place. |
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« Reply #4025 on: 00:16:07, 29-03-2008 » |
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For some time now I've been attempting to live horizontally, Japanese-style, as this seems the only way to fit tallness (and increasing width) into rectangular boxes. I thrill to the perioic cascade of mixed media that some day may equal the kung-fu balletics of my great neice in impact.What this ideally needs is shelving that swings round by remote control or some kind of adjustable hammock thing to navigate the layers. Or weightlessness. It's a pressing issue for couples as well, ever-increasing piles of stuff, ever-decreasing personal space. I type this strapped into a National Express seat that continues this vaguely masochistic experience, a stones' throw from Terminal 5- I can almost hear the screams of the damned.
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« Reply #4026 on: 00:19:58, 29-03-2008 » |
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a stones' throw from Terminal 5- I can almost hear the screams of the damned.
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« Reply #4027 on: 00:24:19, 29-03-2008 » |
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Not exactly likely to be the smallest score in your collection by quite some way, one would have thought, tisnow. Ron Has your copy of Final Alice arrived yet? Mine was posted about a week ago, so hoping it will land on the doormat soon. |
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« Reply #4028 on: 00:24:53, 29-03-2008 » |
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I feel it's a triumph when I put a piece of paper into the recycling box  Yours  |
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« Reply #4029 on: 00:39:19, 29-03-2008 » |
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Not exactly likely to be the smallest score in your collection by quite some way, one would have thought, tisnow. Ron Has your copy of Final Alice arrived yet? Mine was posted about a week ago, so hoping it will land on the doormat soon. No, Dan, though mine was posted at about the same time. Nothing I'm due - Final Alice, the Pickard disc from Bis, a Kegel Le Sacre, the Lyrita Gerhard 4, nor packages from sundry kind members has arrived at all this week. |
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« Reply #4030 on: 09:04:02, 29-03-2008 » |
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just that something was stopping the drawer from closing - and it turns out to be ... of all things ... the libretto of an opera called Craig's Progress! Wouldn't be the first time that thing has caused problems...  I thrill to the perioic cascade of mixed media that some day may equal the kung-fu balletics of my great neice in impact. MF, once I'd picked myself off the floor, I knew exactly what you meant! |
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« Reply #4031 on: 14:23:08, 29-03-2008 » |
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I did a bit of tidying up during the week. I tend to file things in heaps which sometimes makes it hard to find things. I am better than I used to be at tidying but still not good!
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« Reply #4032 on: 15:06:24, 29-03-2008 » |
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Hello all, I'm happy because I just managed to battle my way to my computer, it's been buried for days under stuff the heating engineer has moved around - because he's installing our gorgeous new Rayburn !!!!!!
Yippeee ! In about a week's time it will be working - heat for the first time this Winter !! Prepare for the inevitable heatwave !!!!!
xx Jan xx
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« Reply #4033 on: 21:26:57, 29-03-2008 » |
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I realise Cornwall is surrounded on two or three sides by the Atlantic, Jan, but it is spring...
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« Reply #4034 on: 21:36:08, 29-03-2008 » |
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a stones' throw from Terminal 5- I can almost hear the screams of the damned.
Makes you proud to be British doesn't it. If one is prepared to scream longer and louder over the next however many days, weeks or (heaven forfend) months that Terminal Decline's problems continue to develop exponentially, perhaps yes. Boyo! (and not for nothing did some wisecracker mention recently that Thiefrow's future Terminal Forty-Eleven will almost certainly straddle the border between England and Wales, provided that at least oneof the two still exists at the time that the goodness-knows-how-many-genarian Queen Elizabeth sits in her Royal Wheelchair and declares it open)... |
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