Alec Guinness &c.
I suppose, it’s only right, what with the release of the box set, Alec Guinness’s name gets some bandwidth.
Which has almost nothing to do with Alec Guinness’s autobiography, Blessings in Disguise. There’s a post-it note from my own, dear, wee (Scorpio) mum, suggesting that I might like the book. I think I’ve had this on hand for almost year, and it’s languished in the “in” stack for a while.
It’s a little bit shambling, for lack of better word, because it tends to meander a bit, following a series or sequences, back and forth through time. I’ve lifted some choice parts, and I was thrilled to read that Richard II was a popular play, in Sir Alec’s time. Of course, what he’s best known for? I seem to recall an article about Sir Alec, and how he rued the day he agreed to be Obi-Wan.
But the book, his memoir? Autobiography? Pretty much fun, and illustrative. Poignant, even, as he covers the “war” years. World War Two. Bombs dropping on Britain.
About a third of the way through with it, part of what I just finished reading involves his gradual turning to Catholicism.
I suppose, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Sir Alec was Aries with a Gemini Moon. Any way it’s cut up, so far, he is excellent writer. Apparently, he’s done two other books along the same lines, but the reviews aren’t as nice, although, considering his stature, quite polite. I was just thrilled that a seemingly simple text could open up the inner workings of an actor’s mind.
In other news:
The “man wrap” is back? Perhaps I should wear one fishing this weekend. Then again, it’s a long walk home.
Unrelated:
I stopped to chat with a guy, while I was on the trail, as he had a line in the water, a little tub of artificial baits, and I asked what he was fishing with yesterday morning. “Pepperoni. It’s what was left over from lunch.” We talked fishing, I bragged about that big one, and we swapped a few pointers. He then let one as how there was secret place to fish that was better, on a certain area lake, and looks like I’ll give it a try this weekend.
And even more unrelated:
It was a lesson in customer service. My sweet Pisces friend was a little frazzled, and while she couldn’t put her finger on it, a refreshing meal – comfort food – was in order. So first I bought some artificial bait then we had some live bait at that little sushi place way down S. First. D.K. Sushi, or Seoul Sushi or something. After the meal, DK came over to thank us. A lesson in customer service. It’s his place, he’s the main sushi chef, and he’s the star of the “sushi cam” which is nothing more than a little live-feed displayed on the TV set. Watched our dinner being sliced and diced. Mexican Roll, and Caterpillars rolls, and surf clam, and lots of wasabi. And some other items, I don’t recall. Rice, raw fish, all works with a little Green Tea. The “dessert” he sent over was some kind of leaf, red snapper, and an artistic squirt of some red sauce. Never had dessert sushi before.
Fish Tales
A little live bait, a little artificial bait, and a kind Libra neighbor to take the picture. “Man, that was what? Like about three minutes? Didn’t take you long to catch a fish! Look at the jaws on that thing!”
(Don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.)
