Monthly Archives: Jan 2006

slow slow slow

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5°C, getting warmer
I doubt I can get much writtne here- msn .net servers are responding so slowly- it’s taken over 10 mins to open this new entry page.
 
Bad news for cycling today: BBC
I know accidents happen, but this is avoidable. If it’s avoidable, I don’t really think the word "accident" is the right one. The driver was not speeding, but still driving dangerously fast, the road not gritted.
"Officers have described the deaths as a "tragic accident"".
It’s as if they think there was an element of chance, or it was unavoidable. It’s clearly ok for drivers to kill cyclists as shown by this and countless other killings.
Painting: Just replaced the Final "Armover" photo in the gallery. I’m not sure it looks noticably different- but it does now have four layers of glaze on it. It certainly looks different here on the shelf- but the photo ; I’m not so sure.

Lychees!

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3°C, murky.

36½ miles or cycling. It’s just about dry now. The chain nearly broke- or so it appeared when I arrived home. .
 
It’s also a day of recovering from a late night:  Bed at 2am. We went to a party for a couple celebrating their civil ceremony ( if that’s the right name). On of whom works importing Italian shoes. She got this amazing drink that’s the Italian equivalent of Champaigne. The difference is- this stuff is nice. I just can’t seem to remember it’s name.
 
Maybe I should categorise this under "mundane". We did eat lychees!

glazed

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The letter

September 29, 1984 Dear so and so
Gather me up because I’m lost
Or I’m back where I started from
I’m crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground
I might cry I won’t go home
So here’s the story
I am turning up in circles
And I’m spinning on my knuckles
Don’t forget that there are circles left undone
And very close to me
Forgive me Comfort me
I’m crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground
There’s a blanket wrapped around my head
I’m moving in a line that’s shaped like this
I’m holding in my breath I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don’t forget that I’m living inside
The space where walls and floor meet
There’s a box inside my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustration
Can you hear me?
Don’t forget that I’m alone when you’re away
You make me act like other people do
Forgive me Comfort me You comfort me
You make me die I’m gonna cry I won’t go home
Don’t kill the god of sadness
Just don’t let her get you down
See that man inside that book I read
Can’t handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
I’d like to know how he died
My hands are shaking Don’t you love me anymore
I only need a person, keep my shoulders
Stand around lie down
Move your hand above the floor
Gather me up because I’m lost
Or I’m back where I started from
I’m crawling on the ground Rolling on the floor
I’m gonna cry You look for me
Love Kristin, P.S. keep them coming

©1994 Kristin Hersh

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^ spine-tingling stuff while I was finishing off that painting.

Or at least I think it may be done, only looking in daylight tomorrow will make sure. I have a photo but it’s so near to complete that I may as well wait then post a picture into the "Finished Oil Paintings " album.

 

Happy new year to those commentators who’ve made such a good start to the year.

 

Volumetric clouds

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27 miles in clearl dry but misty air.

High cloud base today– see the picture. That orange cloud is from a coal fired power station eight miles North West. Taken just after sunrise where the sunlight is almost horizontal.