Is there anything, and I mean anything, italics and all, better than a good fortuitous bookend to a good podcast? Not only does this story have one of the best first lines of all stories (“It was the middle of August and Myers was between lives,” that’s right, shaazam!), but the 9:54 bus, usually a harbinger of noisome bus distraction to many a clear podcast, passes just at the last line, in perfect atmospheric equanimity.
This may be one you remember from your schooldays, maybe one that made you a liberal, or a feminist, or a prolifer, prochoicer, or antichoicer, or the other way around altogether or none of these things at all. But now, I will break from objective narratress and tell you something very personal and even embarrassing about your Miette:
Despite the fact that someone (Miette, no Man’s Wife), is showing evidence of growing fatigue by the stammering end of this, and despite that fact that someone (yes) has rarely rendez-vous’d in a cemetery, and certainly never one in a place such as Simla, I can’t help but think that we should all have a Tertium Quid of our own. Even if I’ve never spent as much as a single rupee.
How better to celebrate new clarity in sound than with a bold new header image? What think ye? Sound better? Yea?
If your house is at all like mine (and let’s hope it’s not, let’s hope it’s, in fact, very little like mine, with the tangerine walls and the petting zoo and the flora and god knows what sort of fauna hidden in the balls of hair BUT), tonight you will not sleep at all, as you lie awake waiting up watching the clock tick down to Bloomsday morning and what might be waiting for you in your stockings.
a.k.a. John Whelan. Look him up (if I were the type to end an avowal with a “yo,” this would be the time, as in “look him up, yo.”). Also a worthwhile nonfiction writer if you’ve a yen for Irish history.
That said, it should be well past your bedtime. For the insomniacal among us, may this lull you softly.
Big news today, as I’m sure you’ve all read by now: our Miette has just been found not guilty on charges of committing vainglorious podcasting exercises for the sole purpose of hearing her own voice while increasing the regularity with which she reads short fiction. Her first response to the verdict:
From New Scientist‘s feature 11 Steps to a Better Brain:
A DECADE ago Frances Rauscher, a psychologist now at the University of Wisconsin at Oshkosh, and her colleagues made waves with the discovery that listening to Mozart improved people’s mathematical and spatial reasoning.
Days like today you should really be outside. And so, to those listening on lumbering machines, for an optimal podcasting experience I should recommend the following:
1. Put the POD back in your cast. Download it to anything portable (for the byzantine that might mean holding a cassette recorder up to your computer; whatever it takes)
2. Go outside.
Diabolically brilliant phantasmallegory of what must be a creepily Schulzian sort: it’s not necessarily a bedtime story for children. I worry about the children!