7.45 pm, late October 2014.
The wind was mouth-breathing slowly from due south just as the sun was going down behind the hills between here and Dunedin.
How slowly? At an average rate of 2km with gusts of up to 9. Looks a bit chilly; was I wearing a cardy? Good question- the temperature was a equable 14º C. I was perfectly comfortable in two layers.
Maybe you're thinking clouds are water's sequinned boobtube, and you're quite right- we're looking at 67% humidity here and that's drier than a soprano's armpit but definitely wetter than the crackling pocket of colourless ether where an investment banker's social conscience should reside. Quite moist, in other words. Atmospheric pressure was a sturdy 1008 hPs, which is 4hPs off the global average atmospheric pressure of circa 1014 hPs.
But was it actually raining?
If you're reading TBO, we hope you enjoyed the last instalment (just below) which is another of our personal favourites, as much for the opportunity to use the phrase esurient shaitani as anything else. Tempting as it is to wank on about the book, I try not to commentate the serialisation too much for fear it will intrude upon your private experience of it. It is quite a private book, I think, and it can take a while to work out what the fuck is going on, so I'll just leave you alone with your thoughts.
If your RSS feed is farting test posts at you, I apologise. The recent Weebly update is a gift that just keeps on giving as far as throwing up shitty bugs is concerned, and at the mo I have to keep retro-dating every post to keep them in some sort of order. But I shouldn't bitch too much in case vengeful spirits chain me to the Weebly mobile editor, which is... well, let's just say I'm pouring out a forty at the crossroads for everyone trying to manage their sites from a phone or iPad. You might have noticed that the blog pages are shorter (down to 20 pieces from 25) and the slideshows in the sidebar bit the big one recently- they were flash-based, but the site is taking so long to load after this clusterfuck update that I've tried to eliminate anything that might be slowing it down. Hope that helps.
What's coming up this week? Errmmm errrr... well, how about a 180 away from facial harlotry to... practical rusticity? I can't promise you that there won't be another lipstick review in there somewhere, but do brace for organically-based infotainment. It is spring down here, after all.
Here's some Björk. I think this is the best version of this song and I hate the one with the accordion. These sets with the live strings were obviously challenging from a performance POV, but they're one of the few shows I really wished I'd seen.