Snapshot

Jul. 12th, 2010 09:52 am
alexsarll: (magnus)
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"Tonight, he thought, even if we fail with this first, we'll send a second and a third ship and move on out to all the planets and, later, all the stars. We'll just keeping going until the big words like immortal and for ever take on meaning. Big words, yes, that's what we want. Continuity. Since our tongues first moved in our mouths, we've asked, What does it all mean? No other question made sense, with death breathing down our necks. But just let us settle in on ten thousand worlds spinning around ten thousand alien suns and the question will fade away. Man will be endless and infinite, even as space is endless and infinite. Man will go on, as space goes on, for ever. Individuals will die, as always, but our history will reach as far as we'll ever need to see into the future, and with the knowledge of our survival for all time to come, we'll know security and thus the answer we've always searched for."
Sunday afternoon, and I'm sat in the John Snow. I'd been at a birthday which was perfectly pleasant until the pub staff literally started pulling the stools from under people because it was apparently going to be standing room only for the Eighty Years War retread of an accursed footballist finale. Later, I'm going to hang out with Bevan 17 in the studio as they answer the question, what if, when John Cooper Clarke was living with Nico, they'd made a record together? But for now I'm sat watching the dust sparkle in the sun in a pub which still feels like pubs should feel on a Sunday afternoon, where etiquette has not been upended and nobody looks like they're in a Tango ad, and I'm reading Ray Bradbury. And just before I reach that passage above in 'The End of the Beginning', I am gripped by terror as I apprehend something monstrous: we're all on Earth. Well, yes there are a handful of people in near orbit, which amounts to the same thing, but all our eggs are in one basket. We are the last. As should be abundantly clear by now, I love London, and I think Arthur Machen was right when he described it as an emblem for infinity. But imagine knowing that beyond the last of London's lights, there was no one. That's where we've let ourselves end up. My copy of The Day it Rained Forever was printed in 1963. That story sat on this paper on a shelf somewhere as man fulfilled its promise and went to the Moon...and then sat there still as we turned our backs on the moon, mothballed even the poxy Shuttle, decided to stick to Earth after all. It's not a good feeling, being ashamed that your species has betrayed a yellowing paperback.

Date: 2010-07-12 09:40 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-12 10:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] msdaccxx.livejournal.com
Ah, I was totally confused there and thought that this incident had taken place IN the John Snow and I was all set to be "Telly? In a Sam Smith's? I am disappoint!"

But now I see that I have read it all wrong and that the John Snow is acting as the footie-free sanctuary in this instance. Phew!

Date: 2010-07-12 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
I should perhaps have drunk more tea before posting, the chronology might have been clearer. But yes, since Wetherspoon's went over to the dark side ("we'll keep the volume on the big screens low" my arse), Sam Smith's is the one reliable chain sanctuary from the nonsense, and gods bless it for that.

Date: 2010-07-12 11:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dignam.livejournal.com
Paragraphs and thoughts such as those are the reason why Bradbury was the first real writer for me.

Date: 2010-07-12 11:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
Aside from the obligatory school read of Fahrenheit 451, and a few shorts including its two source stories, I've read surprisingly little.

Date: 2010-07-12 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dignam.livejournal.com
And surprisingly enough, I've not read Dandelion Wine or Something Wicked This Way Comes. The Martian Chronicles and The Illustrated Man are totally essential.

Date: 2010-07-12 12:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
And I've just remembered that as we were being turfed out for the footballists, there was an overpowering stench of burning hair. The only way this could have been more of a worst case scenario is if a mayonnaise-covered spider had entered and started singing 'All You Need Is Love'.

Date: 2010-07-12 12:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puzzled-anwen.livejournal.com
You do realise that you're totally revealing your weaknesses for your enemies to exploit?

Date: 2010-07-12 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
Thing is, I could at least squash that, which I can't do with footballists (political correctness gone mad, &c).

Date: 2010-07-12 12:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puzzled-anwen.livejournal.com
*hides plans for genetically engineering giant singing spiders*

(obviously I would draw the line at the mayonnaise - filthy stuff)

Date: 2010-07-12 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
シングルマザーだったり、男性だったりして、お店で平店員していて、
お店の新入りたちが、みんな支店の店長とかFCのスーパーバイザーになっていて、自分たちが、検品ルームで検品しているのが不満?

Date: 2010-07-12 03:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vertigoranger.livejournal.com
Yep, that's Japanese characters alright. I'd recognise them anywhere.

Date: 2010-07-12 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
This was by far the most Japanese-spammed post I've made in ages, though they did then seem to morph into ever-increasing periods of time, expressed in English.

Date: 2010-07-12 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] juggzy.livejournal.com
Magnificent - your post that is, not the betrayal of the yellowing paperback.

Date: 2010-07-13 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splendorsine.livejournal.com
Outwards is a blind alley and a red herring though, Mr Sarll. We need to get better at travelling in.

Date: 2010-07-13 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barrysarll.livejournal.com
Hippy.

Not that I'm averse to further exploration of ideaspace (or whatever you want to call it), obviously. But I don't see why the two are mutually exclusive; during the last great age of exploration, we could happily have parties deep in the jungles and trekking across the tundra without any conflict of interests. Sometimes it was even the same people doing both.

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