A static shot of mad propulsion stood convulsing in one spot
The nicest part of this afternoon was eating cider donuts and a pastrami Rachel half the size of my head while sitting next to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch on one of the park benches at the intersection of Congress and North Streets that does not contain a slightly heroic bronze statue of Mayor James Michael Curley. We had hit up the Boston Public Market for a post-medical meal for the first time in four years and would walk afterward to Park Street in order to catch the Red Line. The occasion of being out and about in downtown Boston was a dental emergency which turned out to be of a rather different nature than we had thought in the morning, although in many ways a more hopeful one once we can figure out the finances. I had not at all missed the experience of rush hour on the Red Line, but I never get tired of the Charles.
Lowering at the corner of Tremont and Beacon.
The Harvard crimson of Park Street Under.
Charles Babbage is alive and well and flyering T stations in Somerville.
I have been very flat since getting home, but had a nice conversation withrushthatspeaks and am about to endeavor to eat an apple dumpling which has been baking in the toaster. Mermaidish things have arrived in the mail from both minoanmiss and yhlee. Perhaps tomorrow will be unexciting.
P.S. In the meantime, I can listen to Chappell Roan's "Red Wine Supernova (Magician's Cut)" (2023) courtesy of Rush and Alana Henderson's "On Board (feat. Joshua Burnside)" (2019) courtesy ofradiantfracture, for a double bill of queerness and sea.
spatch on one of the park benches at the intersection of Congress and North Streets that does not contain a slightly heroic bronze statue of Mayor James Michael Curley. We had hit up the Boston Public Market for a post-medical meal for the first time in four years and would walk afterward to Park Street in order to catch the Red Line. The occasion of being out and about in downtown Boston was a dental emergency which turned out to be of a rather different nature than we had thought in the morning, although in many ways a more hopeful one once we can figure out the finances. I had not at all missed the experience of rush hour on the Red Line, but I never get tired of the Charles.
Lowering at the corner of Tremont and Beacon.
The Harvard crimson of Park Street Under.
Charles Babbage is alive and well and flyering T stations in Somerville.
I have been very flat since getting home, but had a nice conversation with
rushthatspeaks and am about to endeavor to eat an apple dumpling which has been baking in the toaster. Mermaidish things have arrived in the mail from both minoanmiss and yhlee. Perhaps tomorrow will be unexciting.P.S. In the meantime, I can listen to Chappell Roan's "Red Wine Supernova (Magician's Cut)" (2023) courtesy of Rush and Alana Henderson's "On Board (feat. Joshua Burnside)" (2019) courtesy of
radiantfracture, for a double bill of queerness and sea.
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*hugs*
I like the photos, though, and I am glad there was at least something to enjoy in the unwanted trip.
Thank you! I wasn't carrying my actual camera, so all pictures are courtesy of my extremely dumb phone.
Btw, someone on tumblr has uncovered what appears to be confirmation of the existence of the 1964 ITV Crime & Punishment that was responsible for setting David Collings off to suffer, cry, die and murder his way through Brit TV for the next few decades
I know someone who works for the American Archive of Public Broadcasting. I could ask if they know, or can find out anything else, about that recording. Or at least correct the spelling of David Collings' name. (I keep forgetting Esmond Knight was in this thing.)
[edit] I regret to report that what my friend who works for the American Archive of Public Broadcasting could find out about this record is that they do not actually hold a copy of the programme. They can document that it existed, but none of the institutions which furnished the rest of the National Educational Television collection had a recording. David Collings' Raskolnikov remains tormented, murderous, tearful, and elusive.
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That is unfortunate, but not all that surprising. :-( Its status was very uncertain, last I heard, and if it had turned up in the US, there would have been news on that front. An archive entry looks like such a plausible source, though! But thank you so much for finding out!
And that explains the misspellings - if they do not hold it, then the info may have come from TV listings and apparently all the US papers were spelling Collings as Collins. ("Julie" Foster is also actually Julia Foster, who played Sonya.)
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You're welcome! I am sorry it was not better news! The NET Playhouse catalog shows several similar gaps of programs known to have been transmitted but which could not be located when it came time to put a complete record together, e.g. Ustinov Ad Lib (1967) which I personally am bitter about.
And that explains the misspellings - if they do not hold it, then the info may have come from TV listings and apparently all the US papers were spelling Collings as Collins. ("Julie" Foster is also actually Julia Foster, who played Sonya.)
How odd. It must have gone out wrong in a press release and no one knew who David Collings was to correct it.