glorious colour

[incandescens]

A really excellent day. Planned travel arrangements went off smoothly (apart from an annoying tray clattering persistently against the back of its attached chair on the train trip back, which cannot really be classed as a serious problem) and the quilt fair itself was absolutely splendid.

(And I spent too much, but you knew I was going to do that. Got some lovely batiks, and some Japanese cotton, and some other fabrics, and some magazines, and . . .)

Am now feeling a bit shattered, but it was very definitely worth it.

Amusing memory: big line in the toilet at the quilt fair, not to use the toilets themselves, but for all the women to very carefully wash and dry their hands. We were all about to go back out among the vendors and turn over fabrics, after all . . .

(Have been keeping an eye on my computer's tendency to turn itself off. My best hypothesis is that it's doing so when it overheats due to Farmville exciting the hard drive to too high a temperature. Will just have to be more temperate in my playing of Farmville, I suppose.)

---

The Song of the Old Guard

Army Reform - after Boer war

"Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear
And all the clouds are gone --
The Proper Sort shall flourish now,
Good times are coming on" --
The evil that was threatened late
To all of our degree
Hath passed in discord and debate,
And, Hey then up go we!

A common people strove in vain
To shame us unto toil,
But they are spent and we remain,
And we shall share the spoil
According to our several needs
As Beauty shall decree,
As Age ordains or Birth concedes,
And, Hey then up go we!

And they that with accursed zeal
Our Service would amend,
Shall own the odds and come to heel
Ere worse befall their end:
For though no naked word be wrote
Yet plainly shall they see
What pinneth Orders on their coat,
And, Hey then up go we!

Our doorways that, in time of fear,
We opened overwide
Shall softly close from year to year
Till all be purified;
For though no fluttering fan be heard .
Nor chaff be seen to flee --
The Lord shall winnow the Lord's Preferred --
And, Hey then up go we!

Our altars which the heathen brake
Shall rankly smoke anew,
And anise, mint and cummin take
Their dread and sovereign due,
Whereby the buttons of our trade
Shall soon restored be
With curious work in gilt and braid,
And, Hey then up go we!

Then come, my brethren, and prepare
The candlesticks and bells,
The scarlet, brass, and badger's hair
Wherein our Honour dwells,
And straitly fence and strictly keep
The Ark's integrity
Till Armageddon break our sleep . . .
And, Hey then up go we!

-- Kipling

Comments

[mvrdrk.livejournal.com]

Or you could open your computer and blow all the dust off the cooling fins and fans.

[incandescens]

Given I last did that a couple of weeks ago, how often should I be doing it, then?

[mvrdrk.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't need to do it more than twice a year. Most people do it once a year, if that. Something else is wrong. Overheating needs to be looked into by some one who knows hardware. And back up your data.