Usually, going to Internet, go to news first, then comments elsewhere. This morning to blog first. Follow up. Fix ups. More often than not impromtu posts made of items in mine own memory so elegantly facilitated by CPU.
The Tom Jones piece dancing with Janis Joplin. Only one woman in red at table! At a glance, other looks like she's in paisley. Goes to notion of unreliability of eye-witness testimony. Point was she's not quite 'into it' while perhaps astonished and certainly amused. Really funny until you evaluate going a bit too far as Janice did.
The Tom Jones piece dancing with Janis Joplin. Only one woman in red at table! At a glance, other looks like she's in paisley. Goes to notion of unreliability of eye-witness testimony. Point was she's not quite 'into it' while perhaps astonished and certainly amused. Really funny until you evaluate going a bit too far as Janice did.
Other side of the coin are personal feelings about being constantly surveilled in present. Had odd conversation with restaurant manager, cameras pointing down on all the tables. Very odd. I can see for security and loss prevention at till, but think what's going on intrusive. Well, he says people steal the salt and pepper shakers. The ceramic sweetner containers. Oh. (I wouldn't expect blood on the floor and CS purview.) How exactly, the perps ID'd, do they track them down?
Didn't ask but accepted his rationale. They get recorded pilfering, they don't get in, I have to surmise. None of my business but don't like the circumstance. What if you're dealing with someone at table and proprietor records for competitor who hires a lip reader. Use your imagination! Or you are ticked at the service and, later, the management replays the scene, guffaws all around. "What an arsehole." So he wasn't happy the asparagus was too stringy. "He'd better like it." as the quartermaster would say. What's said in wardroom ought to be supportive.
Didn't ask but accepted his rationale. They get recorded pilfering, they don't get in, I have to surmise. None of my business but don't like the circumstance. What if you're dealing with someone at table and proprietor records for competitor who hires a lip reader. Use your imagination! Or you are ticked at the service and, later, the management replays the scene, guffaws all around. "What an arsehole." So he wasn't happy the asparagus was too stringy. "He'd better like it." as the quartermaster would say. What's said in wardroom ought to be supportive.
One just has to get used to it, I guess.
The only other thing I recall offhand (I'm sure there are plenty of things needing editorial correction.) is describing walking down 1st Avenue - one could go via York past Rockefeller University just as well; right past Dangerfields!
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