Sunday, 30 November 2008

heard about a new book on the radio - (I think) it was called Secret Lives of Words - anyway, sounds really good, must look out for it. looking at roots of words and so on. i like stuff like that.
downstairs neighbour hammering a nail in (somewhere) when all our electrics went off in the whole stair! (meaning, all 5 houses in the stair, but not the stairway itself).
so a bit of running up and down checking everyone else's had gone out, and poor old downstairs neighbour worried it was his fault...
sorted now of course.
but it made me think, what would we do if we really didnt have any electricity? no internet, no tv, no radio, no music.. luckily have gas cooker, could cook, and had one or two candles, and lit the wood burning stove. and then i got the fiddle out!! sat and had a muck about on it first time for a couple of years.
oh oh looks like blogger connection is going funny this might all get lost. will stop now.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

if in doubt talk about the weather .. duuhh (monday 24th nov)

4.50pm in the studio yesterday.


how awfully neat it looks.


i took it for the amazing sky, but the flash more or less wiped out the intense colour.

that was last Friday - i began but didnt finish, and now i am supposed to be doing the accounts, i will have a break and finish this. Monday now.

cant quite think of anything interesting to say.
the weather forecasts over the weekend have been for snow in the east, but all we had here were clear skies and sunshine. bitterly cold.. well, slight exaggeration - its not really bitter, its just that sharp pinchy type of cold.

better stop until i have something interesting to say. doing accounts is not in the least inspiring to creative thought, or thought of any kind in my case.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

11.11.11.08

they shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn,
at the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we will remember them.

Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) "Dulce et Decorum Est "
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep.
Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.
All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Saturday, 8 November 2008

a weekend in Pitlochry

end of festival wee session in bar - thinking of you Kate!


we stayed in a lodge flat at the Atholl Palace Hotel!! R and i had use of the spa - fabulous. a leafy walk up a path to the lodge. nearby an ancient wood with a huge waterfall inside.






river tummel



the plant explorers garden




and the fish ladder! brilliant! they can record the amount of salmon that go up it - so far it was just over 4,000 this season. they swim through tunels to the next pool, and there are two resting pools for the salmon! didnt realise they could read so well..







and at the top of the fish ladder, and the dam, here is loch faskally.
looking down the way again - you can see another part of the fish ladder.

fabulous trees

the lodge where we stayed
the only problem with this blog i find is that the text and images never seem to stay where you put them, so sometimes the text doesnt make sense.

well all breathe a huge sigh of relief

everyone i know, and everyone i speak to is breathing sighs of relief that Obama has been voted president elect of usa. PHEW. i was almost scared to go to sleep that night, nervous that he would not be voted in at the last minute.. but hurray!

in a slight way it kind of reminded me of when finally at last tony blair and labour got voted in after years of gruelling ghastly conservatives.. such euphoria, so much emotion - a new start .. etc etc. however, of course, inevitably, those emotions faded over the years as a new government can only take ages it seems to make changes. politics seems slow. we in the uk have become cynical - well i should speak for myself! i have become cynical - i have felt 'party politics' is dead and all we have now are Thatcher's children..

i know its an awful lot more complicated than that - but it seems there are no more values or beliefs, there is only economics. but this is where Barak Obama's election feels different - because it denotes so much more than just another party with different economic ideas. not saying economics is not important because of course it is, but there are so many more issues, and it looks like he is going to try to deal with some of them.

just - after the emotional euphoria settles down, then - he has to still be given a chance.. lets try not to go all cynical if things dont change immediately..

Saturday, 1 November 2008

plus - Samhuinn - visit the Beltane Fire Society website

i missed the Samhuinn parade last night - i usually hang out my window and see them all - but i was out elsewhere. have a wee video i took in 2006, on a tiny pix camera not very good, but gives a bit of an idea. after 4 hours uploading it igot fed up and cancelled.

the Beltane Fire Society website (click this blog's title) has info about the fire festivals, and how Samhuinn originated and turned into what is now called 'Halloween'. (some say 'savin', some say 'sawen', probably other pronounciations as well).

so today, a few of us are off to Pitlochry to the Perthshire Amber Festival.. the sun is shining and it all seems far away from a night of hobgoblins and weird beings.

oh - Grace Jones...

a crazy evening listening to the new Grace Jones - and 'Who Can Do the Best Grace Jones Cover?' (first album) (courtesy of Kitchen Implements)

hmm - nah..

well, a bit better if you look at it the right way round..

Ha! What??? no, no its not golf...
aye thats more like it..

oh dear, giggling collapse

aha! now the pro! (not quite sure about the pointy toe?)


who actually has a copy of the album cover - is this it?!!