... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
3BT
in the sunlit "bare ruined choir" of the sycamore tree outside the kitchen window at mid-day ...
1. four fluffy squirrels chasing one another in the "heart" of the tree
2. five velvety jackdaws having a quiet chat whilst they explore the topmost branches
3. four resting parakeets, brilliant as jewels, quietly contemplating the prospect of their journey north to the thames
1. four fluffy squirrels chasing one another in the "heart" of the tree
2. five velvety jackdaws having a quiet chat whilst they explore the topmost branches
3. four resting parakeets, brilliant as jewels, quietly contemplating the prospect of their journey north to the thames
Thursday, December 26, 2013
out of the high deserts, the navajo times is one of my favourite newspapers ... it's weekly police blotter section is an horrifically mesmeric catalogue of human disasters
http://www.navajotimes.com/
http://www.navajotimes.com/news/2013/1213/122613blotter.php#.Urvf3fRdV8E
and the distribution network is a geography lesson in itself
http://www.navajotimes.com/contact/locations.php
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
despite every intention of getting up early, the loved one had to wake me, shake me from a complicated dream about being late ...
... much too complicated to explain such a dream here, multiple levels of visual metaphors, mistaken and transformed identities, metamorphoses, changing agendas not just hidden but well and almost truly buried, etc, etc ...
i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod
so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say
i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod
so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say
Saturday, December 21, 2013
touch screen calligraphy
on the bus, going home, a lady from the orient brushed her forefinger across the screen of her phone and a character of her native script appeared, in bright red on a white page, as if painted by a skilled calligrapher
she sent it, and it was replaced a few seconds later by the reply
it looked as if their way of communicating is a lot easier than typing
she might have been using this app ...
http://www.appszoom.com/android_applications/entertainment/shodoroid-japanese-calligraphy_csyjn.html
i got home and googled "ideograms and pictograms"
the surprise was that i knew next to nothing of heterograms and logograms, etc, etc
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterogram_(linguistics)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logogram
Sunday, December 15, 2013
how many cognitive biases do you recognize ... in your self ?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_bias
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Cognitive_biases
on reflection, there isn't a mirror that's big enough ...
Saturday, December 14, 2013
A little less conversation ...
At Casa
Yustas, a wonderful hat shop in Madrid's Plaza Mayor, the languorous young Spanish woman ...
... not unlike the young lolita sevilla ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpz5kbaeOLA
... who couldn’t find a cap that was large enough for me ... ( “Mas grande ! Mas Alto !” I begged her in badly broken Spanish) ... was joined behind the counter by her boss … a young Chinaman !
... not unlike the young lolita sevilla ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpz5kbaeOLA
... who couldn’t find a cap that was large enough for me ... ( “Mas grande ! Mas Alto !” I begged her in badly broken Spanish) ... was joined behind the counter by her boss … a young Chinaman !
He said,
“I’m sorry I don’t speak very much English ! Can you speak Chinese ?”
Placing the
tip of my middle finger between my eyebrows and tapping gently, I said, “No, but I can think
Chinese !”
whenever i hear the word kultur, then i reach for my gun ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5ata4jDyk
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_of_Alabama
posthumous thanks to graham carey, who lent the record to my mother in ?1964?
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
the spanish lady at the barajas airport check-in desk said "do you know your flight has been cancelled ?"
i pretended to be nonchalant instead of bilious
and then she said,
"another aircraft that should have departed an hour ago is still at the gate !"
all well and good ! however, landing at heathrow a little earlier than i had expected, there was nowhere for our plane to park
and eventually the two hundred and something passengers found ourselves in the bowels of the earth, waiting helplessly for a transit train that never arrived, even though the automatic announcer told us thirty times it would be along in just one minute,
so we walked what felt like a mile through an even deeper tunnel which has been started for such contingencies, but not completed ... it was effectively a mile-long building site with bare cement floors, machinery and equipment everywhere, and lifts at the far end that only worked intermittently
having already walked about ten miles around madrid in the morning, i was frazzled
and after two hours sleep, followed by yet another twelve hour working day, i still am !
and then she said,
"another aircraft that should have departed an hour ago is still at the gate !"
all well and good ! however, landing at heathrow a little earlier than i had expected, there was nowhere for our plane to park
and eventually the two hundred and something passengers found ourselves in the bowels of the earth, waiting helplessly for a transit train that never arrived, even though the automatic announcer told us thirty times it would be along in just one minute,
so we walked what felt like a mile through an even deeper tunnel which has been started for such contingencies, but not completed ... it was effectively a mile-long building site with bare cement floors, machinery and equipment everywhere, and lifts at the far end that only worked intermittently
having already walked about ten miles around madrid in the morning, i was frazzled
and after two hours sleep, followed by yet another twelve hour working day, i still am !
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
in jack's cafe at devizes, which has a bay window looking down on the market place, and a log fire ... we found two prints of paintings by david inshaw, signed by the artist, in real pencil ! ...
... though not these two ... three !
http://www.davidinshaw.net/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Inshaw
Sunday, December 1, 2013
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