I’ve been reading a book and listening to a podcast I wouldn’t normally choose. Both stories are crime based; one’s real, the other fictitious.
Both stories are painstakingly, expertly told.
I’ve been intrigued by the acute effects of this different ‘entertainment’ material; I’ve been more alert and somehow quieter. My dreams have gone mad with threats, high risk puzzles, gasping pursuits and hiding.
Paranoia snuck into a dark corner of my mind like an oily gangster, lent on a lamppost and exhaled cigar smoke among my neurons.
Different input, different output.
I’ve been thinking a lot about framing, about context and how things can simultaneously be different things to different people, depending on how experiences are framed.
Sometimes Edinburgh feels like The Truman Show. Boat times on Eigg were like that too. Ritual and repetition are framed scenes in touristy places, I guess.
A good view nearly always has an amazing, sometimes understated frame. Layers, texture, colour and cross sections sing to me when I’m trying to understand places.
I think it’s the same process for choosing cake – senses lead, recognition follows.
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I sang a solo in assembly at primary school. I was not to sing with my accent. I was to smooth it out, press it, make it like the ones on telly. Stop it from being harsh, hard, common, comical and broad. To make it more beautiful, for the song.
My Mum taught me to use a posh voice if you needed to be taken seriously; at work, returning something to a shop, parent’s night, church and politicians.
The song was called All Alone. Nowadays I have one voice for everything.
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I’ve little clue about geology, fossils or crystals. It’s fair to say I’ve gone as far as avoiding being educated on any of those topics, in the main.
I struggle with museums that let me look but not touch. My need to touch is strong; primordial. The only thing that dissipates it is knowing that I could touch something, if I wanted.
Enter Mr Wood’s Fossils. I can go there and touch something that’s 165 million years old. I can buy the something for four and a half earth pounds. Such wonder.
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