I finished reading The Trauma Cleaner today. A book about an extraordinary woman in a profession I had no idea existed. It’s beautifully written by Sarah Krasnostein who provides an amazing biography of Sandra Pankhurst. Sandra’s life is chock full of experiences enough for four. Sadly, she died last year but, her story will live on, thanks to this remarkable book.
I finished the book over my (now) usual glass at 5pm. I have been drinking a Gaz measure of Akvavit but wasn’t happy that the only way I could get a bottle was to have it delivered, so I made a switch to vodka. Obviously not Russian vodka. I tried the Absolut Vanilla and I am in love.
It takes me back to the days in the mountains when I always had a bottle of Stoli in the freezer with vanilla pods in it. The delicious syrupy alcohol was responsible for many missing hours of my life.
I am restricting myself to just the one of a prevening while I have my downtime read. Mind you, it’s difficult. The restriction rather than the read.
Not that I need that much downtime. Today, for instance, was all about four loads of washing, scanning and shredding, burning the shreds, unexpectedly making lunch of leftover Swedish meatballs and watching a session of this year’s VFX Festival, hosted by Escape Studios.
The VFX session I watched featured an Australian chap from The Third Floor – he provided the title for this post. He was waxing lyrical about what they did and, I have to say, it was fascinating. Have a look at their website and read about what they do. Things like using VR headsets to scope out locations and amazing Augmented Reality headsets which allow people to walk through digital sets, change things and interact with each other.
It was all a bit like magic. And very, very cool.
Almost as cool as the daffodils that are now blooming in front of my office.
By the way, a Gaz measure is probably close to half a pint in a pub.
