1710109/20140329a) Meine Lieblings!

16:26  GMT (Greenwich Mean Time)

Jalal, 9th Baha, 171 BE

Glory, Names of Splendour

Year number 19, Vahid, (Unity)

Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)

Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),

Saturday, 29th March 2014 AD

 

Spent some of the day with a Muslim friend from Georgia, helping him with conversational English. Verbs amended by prepositions are a bit tricky. Listened, rapt to a Celtic duo called Der Celt touting their CDs and playing a guitar feverishly, accompanied by a singer with a flute like instrument also played furiously. Memories of Dublin at the turn of the year 2007 into 2008 amidst H No 4. More heady times. The spirit of Eire. Also with a trip to the Pitts Rivers Natural History Museum thrown in. My theory that the north pole with in Canada during the Ice Age was borne out by a global map at the beginning of the Holocene Era 11 thousand and a half years ago, with next to no ice over Siberia compared to masses over Canada and Western Europe. However “the authorities” seem reluctant to postulate a pole shift of 33 degrees or so about the time of the end of the Ice Age, unlike maverick renegades like Graham Hancock, in “Fingerprints of the Gods”, around that time, perhaps coinciding with Noah’s Flood. I am looking forward to seeing Russell Crowe in that lead role. I’m ignoring the anti-God rants of Bill Maher, together with all other angry militant new atheists, who seem to rule the mainstream airwaves. And later, when he left to attend a pre-arranged gym session, I bought 10 plastic hangers for my wardrobe, an ice cream, and printed off a list of the Oxford Electorate for the forthcoming annual election coming up next month. Amidst the dulcit tones of King Crimson from “Lizard” and “In the Wake of Poseidon” and “In the Court of the Crimson King”. Working on The Net is so much nicer with decent headphones through which to listen to fantastic music, as opposed to the tinny and small speakers which are my only outlet as yet for music from my laptop. Perhaps I should invest in some headphones that I can plug into my laptop. Now, its 16:43 on terminal 14, and I think I should break off, and cycle home for some food, more reading of The Writings, and perhaps some more King Crimson. Au revoir, meine lieblings!