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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Curs and culture



The moronically selfish cow who lives next door has so endeared herself to her canine captives that they mourn her absence, no matter how short it might be, with a series of precisely timed yaps.  What Sunday morning would be complete without this accompaniment of barks delivered in what Dickens described as a tone of melancholy madness!

I have to keep telling myself that dogs bark, it’s what they do.  They cannot be held accountable for what is instinctive and natural.  No, the person (not dog) who is to blame is the idiot owner who thinks that imprisoning descendants of the wolf in a human habitation is anything less than barbaric.

She is not alone the humans in this area obviously find companionship of their own kind insufficient and resort to the friendship of the various kinds of muck spreading rats on leads that infest this district.
 
The prevalence of poo on the pavements has led the local council to blather on about exemplary fines for those owners (and they are legion) who allow their coprophagic companions to litter and smear the streets with their stools without clearing up after them.  The council has even encouraged Outraged Citizenry to use their camera phones, capture the shit shirkers and denounce them to the authorities.  As if!

The problem (apart from the monumental inconsideration of “pet” owners) is that there is no realistic enforcement of the non-fouling legislation, just as there is no enforcement of the “no dogs on the beach” rule, or “no dogs on the grass” rule and “dogs should be on leads” rule and every other dog rule that dog owners think do not apply to dogs.  And don’t get me started on bloody cats!

The witch next door has now returned and her familiars have settled down into blissful silence where the only sound is the whirring of the disk drive as the next bit of the complete works of Beethoven finds its way into The Machine: only another 35 discs to go!

Beethoven is fully loaded,  No matter how trivial all his music is available at the click of a couple of keys!  From some laboured musical jokes lasting under a minute, through the kitch horror of the so-called Battle Symphony to the sublimity of the 7th Symphony: it’s all there.

I’ve now started downloading Brahms as that is far less daunting than the infinity of disks that make up the Mozart collection!

Today has been an orgy of listening acting as a sort of indulgent period so that I can get my strength up to load the 170 discs of the Mozart.  It has to be done and there is plenty of room on the hard disk so the sooner the better!



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