|A Driftwood Clock, Ikea, Michael Moorcock
||[Feb. 4th, 2011|06:21 pm]
We gave Ruth a clock made of driftwood for her birthday. We liked it so much we were half hoping she'd hate it and we could claim it back and buy her something else. In the event she loved it, so we're taking steps to get ourselves something similar. It won't be exactly the same because driftwood clocks don't come off an assembly line.|
We went to Ikea today. We needed to replace a ruined seat cushion. It had been ruined by a bag of fermenting peppers which weren't fermenting when we first put them down but were mostly liquid by the time we found them again under the junk that had been piled over them when we had the workmen in. Of course we can't visit Ikea without buying all sorts of cheap, well-designed oddments. On this occasion we bought some tea lights and some rugs and a water bowl for Tosh. The one thing I don't like about Ikea is the floor- which is completely ungiving and buggers up every joint I have from the waist down. We also ate lunch- which cost us £8.50 for two.
I've just been reading Hari Kunzru's article about the very wonderful Michael Moorcock- author of my favourite fantasy sequence The Dancers at the End of Time. At his peak Moorcock was capable- according to a legend he doesn't deny- of writing 15,000 words a day. Damn- why can't I do that?
Given Ikea's tendency to sometimes list the name of the designer for their higher end line, I initially read your title as being about a driftwood clock, designed by Michael Moorcock, available at Ikea. Which notion boggles the mind, a bit.
Now that would be something!
And they actually have rather tasty food for that small amount.
The food is good - and cheap. The furniture is also nice - and inexpensive. I love their gadgets and small items as well. The only problem is that the nearest store is a long auto drive away and I have no car. There is a store that is supposed to be opening near the same mall where I do my Christmas shopping and my clothing shopping. It was supposed to open last September, but budgetary constraints due to the economy has put it back.
I hope you are able to find a nice driftwood clock for your house.
We have three Ikeas within a fifty mile radius. The nearest is
just down the road.
We're bidding on eBay for a driftwood clock. If we don't get it there'll be others...
I have an abiding love for Moorcock, though I have not read anything of his for nearly thirty years. As I recall, his ideas were generally more impressive than their execution -- but it has been a while.
Personally, I should happily settle for 1,500 words in a week or even 150 words per day, if I could force myself to hit that mark consistently.
I don't think you can churn out 1,500 words a day and also maintain strict quality control. Moorcock has written some great stuff- but a lot of his output is just typing.
Agreed. Still, warms my heart to see him mentioned, just the same.
Because you don't have time?
That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
Ah but I do.
I think my limit is around 1,500. After that it stops making sense.
In Moorcock's case, I think illegal drugs contributed hugely to his 15000 words a day output.
Open the Doors of perception and who knows what will come flooding out.