Bags and a Poem

I went to Gina's today to catch up on her news; because I had to keep going with preparing the academic paper, I took the music technology magazines round to scan at the same time. She sat in the kitchen making Birchbags (lovely felted wool bags) and I sat on the landing, scanning image after image of men in front of their recording consoles.
About ten years ago, a student did a brilliant piece of research about music technology teaching in schools, Why Men Twiddle Knobs and Women Don't which started off with 19 photographs of producers in their studios, looking very pleased with themselves, all taken from consecutive issues of Sound on Sound, one of the main studio magazines. So I have made a series of images in a very similar vein to project while I'm talking.
The problem is that I had to put a new operating system on my computer a few weeks ago and the Powerpoint won't work, so I am going to have to try to do it on Offsprog Two's PC.
Anyway, Gina made us lunch, we talked about all sorts of stuff: poor Ana broke her wrist in Paris and Gina had to do the Raincoats gig on her own with the drummer and the violinist, but it looks like she rose to the occasion: she showed me a Youtube film of her bouncing around like an energetic teenager, with the others in the band giving it their all. Wish I could have been there to see and hear it!

Best wishes to Ana for a speedy recovery.
This (below) is the best example of Poetry on the Underground I have ever seen. It almost made me cry, it's so beautiful; it perfectly mimics the slow 3/4 time of a whale traversing the oceans and should be prescribed to everyone especially those who do not understand the desperate importance of looking after our beautiful world.