Ramblin' Rosen

Gee, I wonder what’s in this box?
Originally uploaded by lilitu93.

Not really hard to guess, I know. I, along with zillions of other people, got Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince today. I haven’t started reading it yet, but I am planning to later today.

I’d meant to reread the other five before I started this one, but I was distracted reading other books, especially the latest Kim Harrison and Sherrilyn Kenyon. I’ll probably do what I did with Order of the Phoneix–reread all of the older books after I finish the new one.

I just read today at Engadget that Bob Moog, electronic music pioneer, is suffering from an inoperable brain tumour. My first synth was a Moog–the infamous Concertmate MG-1, made for Radio Shack. OK, it wasn’t one of Moog’s classic synths, but it was still great fun in junior high, and I’d still use it today if it weren’t such a pain to bring it over to the UK.

His family have set up a site at CaringBridge, and I’ve signed their guestbook. If you have any interest at all in electronic music, please visit this site and pay tribute to one of the great musical instrument inventors of the 20th Century.

I’m still in shock about what’s happened today in London. Fortunately, everyone I’ve contacted has been OK, but it’s still been pretty devastating.

I had my husband call my parents early in the morning their time, just so they’d find out we were OK before they saw the news. They were already worried by a call so early, but it was better that than a panicked call once they turned on CNN.

A friend of mine in the US called my folks to see if Tony and I were OK. Even though I didn’t get to talk to him, I’m very glad he rang. He was first person I called after my parents on 9/11, as he lived near DC. I found out he was actually planning on going to the Pentagon that day and just hadn’t made it there. I didn’t have any near misses like that today–I no longer work in Central London, and today was the first day I was glad of that–but I’ve heard similar near-miss stories on the news.

For those of you who have been hurt or have had loved ones hurt, I send my depest sympathies.

I’m going to finish this post now, as I don’t know what else to say, and I’m worried anything else I’d say would be trite.