Another dream: navigation

Following The Tibetan ancestry of I will survive, a Portuguese vision, and Mozart vocal trios, another recent dream:

I don’t recall the setting, but tangerine trees and marmalade skies may have been involved. Talking to someone daunted by the extent of my blog, I was explaining the importance of learning to navigate (and I quote my oneiric persona verbatim):

It’s like when you go to a library, you don’t just wander around aimlessly, do you, the books are like, divided up—Real Stuff, Made-up Stuff, Hippy Bollocks, Medieval Albanian Dentistry, that kinda thing. There’s even a catalogue.

They seemed impressed. Not amused, just impressed. The clown shoes I was wearing were not remarked upon. No car chases, just classification—Story of my Life.

You can take this as a reminder to use the Categories, Tags, and Searchbox in the sidebar. But you don’t have to read it that way.

Note also A taxonomy of taxonomies—including The joys of indexing (also starring Slonimsky’s Lexicon of musical invective and the work of Paula Clarke Bain):

and some unlikely place-names in a book on Daoist ritual!

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