Me And The Ladies

Flora, Minke and I are on our own this morning as Margaret visits a friend in Brighton. I ran a mile and a half (knowing that I’d be doing more walking than usual), fruit breakfast (Margaret made a smoothie for me before she left), research reading, and dogwalking.

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Two miles this morning, fruit breakfast, finally finished my first pass through Legends III (Moses ranks first among the pious men of history, outstripping Adam, Abraham, Jacob, and Joseph, even the Messiah[!], but at the risk of speaking out of turn, he was sort of a big crybaby about having to die at the age of 110). Pleasant walk to the city to pick up a reference book from Blackwells, and reading. Did you know that the press division of Blackwells used to occupy a house just across the street from St Stephen’s House? Now, that would have been handy… or dangerous…

Another Saturday

Two miles, hot breakfast, spent an hour or two sorting out a weirdness about John 5:39 in Codex Bezae, ‘Moses’ Prayer for Suspension of Judgment’ (long section), ‘God Tries to Comfort Moses Concerning His Death,’ and ‘The Intercessions for Moses’ from Legends III, and some reading from The Cowley Fathers.

Thursday Musical Retrospect

Much reflection on the music that has so deeply informed my life these days. I thought (this morning, while I was running my two miles before fruit breakfast) of how short the Beatles’ moment was for a young observer in the US. Of course I was aware of them in a general sense from the Ed Sullivan appearance, from the films and the background music of cultural life, to the point of anticipating the release of Sgt Pepper’s; the White Album was the first Beatles record I owned, so let’s make 1968 my first full-on engagement with the Beatles, and the break-up, followed by the release of Let It Be, is only three years later. Three years is not long, especially in the retrospect of the timeline of rock history, especially in the retrospect of a lifetime. Even if (as a USian) one had been paying close attention all along, 1964-1970 is only six+ years. That’s a huge cultural impact in a very abbreviated window.

(Reflecting on retrospect also reminds me that one of the chart-toppers in my adolescence was the bathetic ‘Reflections (Of My Life)’ by The Marmalade, also from 1970.)

Redoubling Efforts Efforts

Two miles, hot breakfast, and a determination to dig in and benefit from yesterday’s instructive conversation. I was steered away from a grave false step, and steered toward many (too many) research sources; some tentative conclusions confirmed, some presuppositions disabused. Much reading, when the dogs allowed concentration.

Another Tuesday

One mile this morning, fruit breakfast, coffee with a colleague for a productive conversation about Anglican hermeneutics, home for an appointment and dog-oversight, and really not much time or energy for anything else at the end of the day.