Monthly Archives: Feb 2009

Terraces

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2°C, overcast then sleet, then snow.


A reliable source (PixieJojo) tells me that these ridges were cut by farmers during the 1940s. They were under instructions from the Govt. ministry who hoped for an increase in yield. I can see their thinking.
The rest of the ride was in sleet which changed its mind and became proper snow.

Milk

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4°C, clear, sunny, snow lingers.

Warwick Arts Centre, film:initially I thought this would be like a documentary, but it turned out to be a very powerful story that wove politics, sexuality, personal tragedy into a compelling story. It wasn’t all that long ago, significant events happened in the mid-seventies, years I can recall.

Please someone suggest what the thinking was behind this apostrophe. Not possessive, so it’s the missing letter game.
Can any scrabble experts suggest a word for thr_o. Anyone…?

homogenous

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1°C, Morning – heavy snow. later slushy met.

Whiteout sky and ground is now fading towards bland slushy grey. It’s blandly heading towards lake black.
Normally, the little green characters would be running about in this view, maybe they are getting tired of the snow. Maybe they aren’t coming to school today.

I’m Okay

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3°C, main thaw. More snow coming tonight

The Eels; are getting a lot of plays here. Perhaps a subconscious move because I have overplayed Kristin Hersh. The songs don’t paint such vivid images, but there is still a stark introspection that does it for me. Melancholy pervades and depression is a common theme, some passages are quite heart-rending to read even though I am not living in this myself. I have more albums ordered. They had better arrive before the half-term break.

 Somebody Loves You

Woke up with a bang
And a bug on your face
It crawled in your mouth
And
gave you a taste of
The good life you left behind
But I think you’re
gonna be fine

Somebody loves you
And you’re gonna make it
through

This nagging malaise
Is more than a phase

It feels like a
job
But no boss ever pays you to lay there
And think how you’ll
die
While the tears start to well in your eyes

Somebody loves you

And you’re gonna make it through

One more Saturday
All alone
through the night
You’ve got to be sure
When you turn out that light

That it’s going to turn on again
You’ve got to be your good
friend

Somebody loves you
And you’re gonna make it through

More snow is marching this way. We’ll be hanging on for the phone-call in the morning. I have doubts though, after the fuss in the press, maybe the Heads will be less willing to shut schools.

Two inches

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-1°C, heavy snow.

It has fallen: We have a blanket of snow, no it’s more a quilted duvet of snow. It smothers and obscures all at ground level. This morning’s foot prints have gone, and the temperature is now falling. Pure, white crisp snow makes the night brighter and more interesting. This kind of snow won’t be all slushy by morning, it may even excuse us from a day at work tomorrow. Now that would be divine.
Orange are silly: Buy £10 or more credit by the 27th of the month and get 300 free texts. But in practice…. miss the deadline, buy some next month when you find you did need it after all and get the free texts anyway. Oh well.


Ralph Black, American Poet.

Ice balls

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-1°C, light snow, now sticking

Ice balls are a real problem under your toes. If you have hairy feet, I suggest you don’t go out walking on snow in bare feet. That’s advice from Bessie.
Anticipation is building, there could be a real snowfall in the next 36 hours.
What is this? A Metal saw like blades on contra-rotating windmill props? Seen in a farm field in Warwickshire. No birds around while I waited to see the effect of flying through the arc.