Neon Below

From my eyrie up here, i can see all the lights in the little strip mall opposite my building. It is at its most attractive at night, when you can't see it.

Earlier this afternoon I opened a package from a mysterious bookstore and found, to my great delight, a copy of The Crossman Diaries. It is out of print, but Terry hunted it down for me because he loves it so much. A former British cabinet minister called Richard Crossman wrote it about his time as the minister in charge of various departments. I'm reading the foreword right now and he sounds like quite a piece of work, but one with valuable things to say about the public service. I think Terry said there are funny bits, and I am perfectly able to believe that a work about the British parliamentarian-civil servant relationship would be hilarious. I mean this sincerely. What? Stop laughing! If it couldn't be funny they wouldn't have made it into a television comedy series, now would they?

Go about your business. Katherine has been playing her new Belle & Sebastian album all evening, except while we were eating dinner and watching a movie. I like it, most of it's just a little psychedelic and hyper-layered for constant consumption. And "Mornington Crescent" is a truly lovely song.