Discover Chopin

Saw Discover Chopin tonight with the Sydney Symphony.  Good.

I had some anecdote or some profound thought to share with you today, dear reader – I’ve been thinking of it on and off throughout the hours – but now it’s gone.

I found, on the train today, that I was remarkably absorbed in my book.  A very intense concentration.  It was a nice feeling, and one that I don’t often get on a train.

I also got a drop of water or two on this autographed tome of mine that I have lugged around the past few days.  It began to pour on the way home, and, getting off at one station, I misjudged where the train would stop and had to dart through the pouring rain for a second or two.  The book, thankfully, has survived without a scratch, I think.  I was rubbing the other-spine with my jumper’s sleeve to dry off the one speck I could see.  (I say ‘other spine’, to refer, not to the spine of the book, but the face of it that is on the opposite side to the spine.  Does that have a name, I wonder?)  Hopefully the value doesn’t drop, not that I plan on selling it at any point.  (It makes you wonder, though – what with authors signing so many copies of their work nowadays – whether there’ll be expensive autographed editions of works anymore.  Perhaps you’d have to wait until, 400 years in the future, most of the copies had been destroyed, before you could sell it for good money.  I doubt I’ll live that long, though.  26 years old and 1 day, don’t you know…

(I have this sudden scene in my head of me signing books for a long line of people, and every time I sign one, an electronic sign behind me, which has an estimate of the current value of an autographed book, decreases slightly.  If one were to graph it, it’d asymptotically approach the recommended retail price, I’m guessing (or whatever price the book usually sells at).  Yeah, that’s right.  I said asymptote. I did maths.)

275/whatever.

Limerick #1

There once was a struggling writer,
Who one evening became quite a night owl.
A large project was due,
And he hadn’t a clue,
Whether to sleep now or do an overnighter.

Yes I’m tired and not in the best of writing moods, but I’ve posted ten days in a row and I didn’t want to break the trend.  Quite a short post, but then variety is the spice of life (and more expensive than saffron I’ve heard).