Balloons seem to be becoming a thing. The super smart Los Angeles folks are a little alarmed by the reaction in Washington. The 1967 Outer Space Treaty says that no nation can lay claim to outer space. Outer space in this sense is usually taken to mean anything that's in orbit 300,000 feet up and above - the Karman line. To confuse things the 1944 Chicago Convention which controls airline movements says that nations do have control of the skies above them up to around 60,000 feet. So that means a great big chunk of air between 60,000 and 300,000 feet has never been regulated. Seems that some new treaties are going to be needed - and soon.
Sophie starts her day with an enthusiasm that is infectious. The sky is cloudless, the sunrise golden and the wind has subsided . Curlews and oystercatchers are chased. My shaggy companion makes it quite clear that life is simply wonderful and we shouldn't waste a moment in searching out great adventures.
Great adventures soon follow. An eager husky does a dance of greeting round the PONette. Having done this the husky then repeats the process. Sophie, now at an age where excessive pre-breakfast physical exertion is to be avoided, stands and stares. The husky , satisfied with his performance, heads off after a group of golden retrievers.
By the end of our beach walk Sophie's muzzle is home to sand, seaweed and the detritus that is washed up by high tide. This gives her what might best be described as a 'lived in ' look and is proof positive that her day has started magnificently.
We go to the trendy student cafe. The good coffee cafe has a queue that stretches round the corner. Sophie is not good in queues that stretch round corners. On our way we detour by the bookstore. The young man behind the counter has a pile of recently published murder-mysteries ordered by 'The Font'. He asks me if I know the root of the sentence ' You can't judge a book by its cover'. I don't. Nor does he.
The clothing store next to the cafe has changed its window display. The mannequin is wearing a striped jacket. Pasadena circa 1988 comes to mind . By contrast the local male clothing stores eschew the colourful , preferring to remain firmly rooted in the practical beige tones of the 1950's.
I think the book/cover thing came from an essay or novel back around the mid 1940s (ish?? am trying to remember without searching!) and pointed to the fact that the contents might have nothing to do with the picture one forms based upon the illustration and blurb on the book's binding... and all we budding authors are advised that it is the cover that sells the book...
Now, in that pile I spot Peter May's latest and was just assessing whether I wanted to add it to my own TBR pile. I'll be interested to hear the Font's feedback on it. One needs such is this to distract from potential alien invasions, earthly or otherwise... YAM xx
Sophie is doing very well with her sunrise morning walks on pristine sands. They almost make up for the lack of Jaffa cakes and sausages.
I have just purchased a Peter May Kindle book on Amazon - at 99p. not likely to be his latest, but not one I've read.
The outfit in the last photo is very jolly - hope the mannequin is not too embarrassed to be wearing it!
The jacket seems to be reflecting the awning over the shop window.
Greet every morning with enthusiasm, we have so much to learn from your wise companion.
It's a wonderful way to start the day.
It's a good place for a husky to run free. We occasionally see them pulling wheeled sledges in the woods.
The jacket is lovely but I can't quite see a buyer getting much use out of it in Scotland. Maybe it's for 'holidays abroad'!-
Here is description of the origin of the background of the phrase from a site called English Grammar Lessons.
The origin of the expression “don’t judge a book by its cover” comes from George Eliot’s THE MILL ON THE FLOSShe Mill, published in 1860. The phrase is not the modern version, but it lays the groundwork for the idiom. In the novel, the character of Mr. Tulliver uses it when discussing THE HISTORY OF THE DEVIL by Daniel Defoe.
“and there‘s a lot more of ’em, sermons mostly, I think, but they‘ve all got the same covers, and I thought they were all o’ one sample, as you may say. But it seems one mustn’t judge by th’ outside. This is a puzzlin’ world.”
The modern version of the phrase first appears in MURDER IN THE GLASS ROOM, a 1946 murder mystery written by Edwin Rolfe and Lester Fuller. The term appears as the following in the book.
“You can never tell a book by its cover.”
Happy Valentine’s Day Angus, ‘The Font’, Sophie, and all who read this most heartfelt blog from around the world!
I think you've zeroed in on the real reason the former President doesn't like Rihanna! Pasadena, 1988 is a good call! Good morning, Sophie!
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