I just realised something: when I have copied text to paste elsewhere (as I do tens of times every day) I experience the fact that I ‘have’ text as a physical sensation, like I’m actually holding on to an object, which I then release by pasting.
Given how much and how regularly I use a computer it’s in no way surprising that it should have effects on my psychology.
Following up on my previous post about recitals of Jabberwocky, here’s my friend Muriel (of Dating blog ‘I Wish There Were A Manual For Life’) reciting in her native German:
UPDATE: Jabberwocky in German
UPDATE: My own recital – a bit panto
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll is one of my favourite poems. Widely regarded as the greatest nonsense poem ever written, it has stuck in my head from an early age and I love reciting and performing it.
This evening I’ve found a number of great recitals of the poem on YouTube. First up is voice de jour Benedict Cumberbatch
On Sunday morning I went swimming in Tooting Bec Lido for the first time. I possibly didn’t see it at it’s best – the rain ranged between drizzle and torrential – but it’s still a beautiful pool with its colourful changing booths. It’s also massive: the biggest open air pool in the UK.
Swimming in the rain is one of those little unimportant but enriching experiences: there’s something special about comfortably swimming through the droplets. The water was a tolerable 17 degrees – slightly colder than the Serpentine Lido on a sunny day a couple of weeks ago, but vastly warmer than the mixed pond at Hampstead Heath on a baking day in April (slightly magical, teeth-chatteringly cold).
I’m commuting to Reading a couple of days a week at the moment and today on my way back, while searching for some sort of cake to satisfy my sweet tooth, I dipped into Tutti Frutti at the station and emerged with a cone of incredible Raspberry sorbet, absolutely rammed with real fruit.