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| Sunday |
the Twenty-Seventh of June, 2004 |
"Natural selection did not anticipate the motor car, and trying to read
in a car on a winding road fools the eye-ear reflex completely. The
reflex tries to compensate for the signals coming from the ear, but the
book and the head are actually moving together, so these compensatory
movements succeed only in moving the image of the book on the eye. The
brain signals its displeasure by making us want to vomit, perhaps because
failure of the vestilubo-ocular reflex is usually an early-warning
sign that we have been poisoned."
Excellent explanation from The Space Between Our Ears as to why I can't read
on buses, and why I would just become slightly more vulnerable to
public-transport bioterror attacks if I bothered learning to correct
it.
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| Monday |
the Twenty-First |
"I think something's got into it."
"Like gin?"
"Like it's being updated..."
A third radio series of the Hitch-Hiker's Guide is
unexpectedly ready for broadcast in September, and Peter Jones
segues poignantly and perfectly into William Franklyn (who's already
cut his teeth delivering a few Guide references as the
Peter Jones-y
computer voice in Startopia).
Douglas Adams makes a pre-recorded audiobook-lifted appearance as
Agrajag in his last body, his last life, and everyone else sounds
significantly older. After a decade of every Internet geek listing the Guide
series as their five favourite books, I'd almost forgotten how huge and
influential the books and radio series were to me, from the middle
of nowhere, fifteen years ago. All very mournful.
But amazing to hear new words over the old music; bigger, I think,
than the forthcoming film. Radio always wins.
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