Indeedy-Schmoo.

TAURUS:
Tuesday, December 2

And speaking of widening your reach, journeying hither and yon, relocating, having ingenious ideas for growing your business and changing your world… Mercury will be in systematic Capricorn until the end of the year, providing beaucoup de useful info that you can weave into coherent plans for achieving all of the above.

Well, yeah. Exactly what I’ve been tellin’ ya…

The city was completely socked in with fog and mist today. All the larger buildings skirting Edinburgh’s center had been consumed and enveloped, crafting a strange and lonely silhouette, surely odd to those residents used to the comfort of a nail-bed of spires and the ever-guarding Castle. Needless to say I had pea soup for breakfast, luch, and dinner. And on the way to the Department today, a guy walked up to me, looking as if to pose to me a question. I put my iPod on pause for a moment so that I might better hear his query. Quietly and gently, he asked me, “Is there no beginning or end?”

I replied that I didn’t think so, and continued on my way. Again, yeah.

Sometimes the most beautiful and poignant institutions are also the most nebulous ones. Like the fog.
And the future.

8 Responses to “Indeedy-Schmoo.”

  1. original_aj Says:
    December 2nd, 2003 at 2:32 pm

    Cool mist. My office window is about 100 yards from the south side of castle rock. For most of today I couldn't see the castle. When they put the floodlights on it was the most fantastic effect, though – fingers of light pulling features out of the gloom. Excellent.

  2. inkbot Says:
    December 2nd, 2003 at 2:37 pm

    “Is there no beginning or end?”
    wow, that beats "spare change?" every time!!!
    you are so nice. here, people put on their ipod's to avoid hearing queries…
    merc on the move? hm, maybe i should travel from the office to the living room… or start a company… or stop futtering around in lj and work on my novel!!!!!!!!!!
    i wanna have pea soup with you! but, alas, "there is no spoon…"
    especially fogspoons.
    (don't hit me.)
    🙂
    char

  3. mxhaunted Says:
    December 2nd, 2003 at 2:59 pm

    Yup. The weather was quite spectacular… in a rather drab way. I couldn’t see the castle for much of the day. As far as the BBC weather website says, the visibility is meant to be worse tomorrow. If it’s right… it should be interesting trying to find Blex’s and Seth’s birthday bash… or work.

  4. angledge Says:
    December 2nd, 2003 at 4:22 pm

    When the man asked you his question, you weren't near the Centre for Sports & Exercise by any chance, were you? Because there's a memorial garden dedicated to James Hutton at the back of the parking lot, & its central feature is a rock engraved with Hutton's famous line: "We find no vestige of a beginning – no prospect of an end."

  5. FunkyPlaid Says:
    December 3rd, 2003 at 5:33 am

    Nope, it wasn't there, but in the Meadows. But maybe the ghost of Hutton has manifested as a short, stout, befuddled-looking guy with feathered hair, asking silly but poignant questions. It could happen….

  6. Anonymous Says:
    December 3rd, 2003 at 1:47 am

    the nutter
    was he a tall thin bloke, with kinda staring eyes and a bassy voice ?
    if so, its the same one that stopped me, gestured towards my boots, said 'by the way…' then wandered off.
    🙂
    anonymouseth
    —————

  7. Anonymous Says:
    December 3rd, 2003 at 1:52 am

    and another thing…
    that new usericon…
    was that taken the night we went to bedlam ? the night you were over half an hour late ?
    i see how it is now – mincing around in your bedroom trying on clothes and taking pictures of yourself while your friends wait patiently. honestly.
    😉
    anonymouseth
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  8. FunkyPlaid Says:
    December 3rd, 2003 at 5:49 am

    Re: the nutter
    Nope. See my description above for clarity.
    But your boots *do* have that effect on people, and I've seen it before. 🙂
    And as far as that night goes, I see now that the couple of times I've been tardy have really dug into the deeper recesses of your bowels. I shall try not to upset you ever again. EVER AGAIN.
    Yes, that's me, so very vain and fruity, dressing up in all sorts of things and snapping myriad pictures of myself in various states of undress, thinking maniacally, "The longer I make them wait, the more they'll appreciate me when I finally do arrive."
    I just wanted to look pretty for you, baby.

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