The wind is howling outside; it makes short work of my flimsy plastic garden chairs. I have to go drive to the airport to meet someone on a plane from New York. I hope the turbulence is not too excessive and that there are no delays. Airports are best experienced through the escapism of page-turners and bodice-rippers. I would like to drink some coffee at this moment but I have to make up my mind in terms of delayed gratification. I know that I can get a half-decent cup at the airport and that is an attractive option. It would make waiting more pleasurable than it might otherwise be. However, were I to endulge now the law of diminishing returns might take the edge off the airport coffee experience. The first cup of coffee of the day is always the best, other things being equal.
… I gave in. I made the coffee. It is great. I shall have another one at the airport but I have thought of a way to reduce its significance. I shall treat myself to a raspberry muffin and allow that, not the coffee, to take centre stage. I have imperceptibly slipped into dereliction mode. I should be tidying up the house at this point but I can’t be bothered. I still haven’t planted the onion bulbs that I bought a week ago.
1984 Penguin Edition cover on a coffee mug
The image on my coffee mug is that of the cover for the Penguin Books edition of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four. Society had not quite got there back then but with the acquisition of so many huge flat-screen TV monitors, I think it will not be long. The technology could so easily be adapted for societally malicious purposes. Had the book been entitled 2084 I should be getting worried in about 30 years time, as the reality starts to outstrip the fiction.
I really must do some more drawing and painting. I shall pop a mini sketch pad into my pocket to take out with me now. I must go or I shall miss that plane! Speak to you later, my dear blogophiles.
John's Quavering Pencil 
October 3, 2009 at 7:01 pm |
Love the dilemma over coffee & the way you justify a cup at home with the promise of a muffin lol. I hope the muffin lived up to your expectations.
Nice mug too, though it would be filled with tea if it was mine. Penguin books bring back so many childhood memories, though I never knew they published 1984. I read Animal Farm as a teenager & it changed the way I viewed the world. Mr Orwell was a true visionary.
Great show last night btw.
Coin