Thursday, September 13, 2007

So long and thanks for awful fish

A very low key day, without notable achievement. I set up my piano keyboard last night and tortured the memory of Chopin, Gershwin and others until I felt better.

Struggled to finish Adam Roberts' short novel "Splinter". It's a gloss on an obscure Jules Verne novel, "Hector Servadac" aka "Off on a Comet, although it owes a lot to a least a couple of Stanislaw Lem novels. Fittingly it's published by Solaris Books.

Quelled a craving for fish and chips by visiting the Paradise Cafe around the corner. I suspect the fish had been in paradise for so long it's an official greeter. But not for crustaceans: God Hates Shrimp.

After my attempted survey of the maze of Broughton thoroughfares in Edinburgh, Language Log looks at the bigger picture in Fifty Ways to Lose Your Lover.

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