My co-worker, who plays a number of instruments, informs me that back in the day he used to have a fish tank, and when he played the bass saxophone - a large instrument that produces a lot of very low and subsonic sounds - his fish would all turn in parallel and stare at him.
I have absolutely no desire to go to the Glastonbury Festival because large amounts of partiers like that make me twitchy, but I love photo #2 in The Big Picture's retrospective of this year's festival
- an atmospheric, misty dawn with rivers of light.
ETA: And continuing on the misty, atmospheric theme, here is a photo from the Best of China Landscape Pool on Flickr, of the Three Gorges area on a misty morning
has periodically been dropping by my previous Dreamwidth entries with lists of titles and summarizing various of the series
, if you're interested. :D
And now for more!( Cut for the usualCollapse )
12:53 pm - ack!
Everywhere I turn online today is stories of death, hurt, depression, gross unfairness, etc. I have run out of outrage and I am fast losing any ability to concentrate or function.
PLEASE TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD.
As part of a conversation over on DA, someone who found they liked the song "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus* asked me if I could recommend other songs they might like. As I utterly fail at that sort of thing, if anyone has any suggestions, could you either drop them here or go over there
and rec? Thanks! :D
* Coming on from a conversation about why I named a picture of Ichigo "Teenage Dirtbag." :D
09:29 pm - Books
Medicus: A Novel of the Roman Empire
. by Ruth Downie. Sold as Fiction, but referred to on the back as "the beloved first book in a new mystery series," so they're going for some crossover with the historical fiction there.
Gaius Petreius Ruso, the medicus (doctor) of the title, has escaped a bad marriage and subsequent divorce by running off to a post in the hinterlands of the Roman Empire, in Britannia. He shortly manages to rescue in injured slave girl and discover that the body of a dead prostitute shows signs of murder.
What I liked about the book: Ruso's voice. He's about as cranky and cynical as I get, with deadpan humor. What I didn't like as much: (spoiler protected) the too-quick resolution of the antagonistic relationship between Ruso and Tilla, the slave girl. She goes too fast from being a proud captive finding ways to escape to agreeing to come back to Ruso, as his bedmate, with no real explanation as to why her attitude changed other than he was nice to her. There's a sequel and hopefully Downie will explore the unbalanced master/slave relationship better here (er, not in the porny way :D).A Beautiful Blue Death (Charles Lenox Mysteries)
by Charles Finch. My mom pressed this on me as I left her house weekend before last, with the explanation that it seemed sort of anachronistic to her and would I please corroborate that? I'm only a little way in, and yeah, I'm getting that anachronistic feel.
It's set in 1865 London, starring Charles Lenox, a Victorian gentleman who solves crimes. So far, so good. However, there's a big fuss over fingerprints at the murder scene, and checking Wikipedia tells me that although the utility of fingerprints to identify people was known at the time (for millennia, actually), the London police didn't do anything with them until close to the turn of the century. It's brought up in the text that it's a new science and hit-or-miss, and it's a doctor and the main character doing it, not the police, but ... I'm still somehow not buying it. Also, there's a secondary character who I've met once in the book so far whose voice and carriage reminded me much more of Bertie Wooster, or Peter Wimsey playing the man-about-town, which threw me out a bit more.
And so far I don't actually give a damn about any of the characters, which may be the most damning point of all - I'd probably be willing to forgive the vaguely anachronistic bits if only the characters engaged me. But not so far.