This rain: cast my mind back to those summer days at school- the ones where I was a youth. I have never really lost that reaction to others getting a soaking. Well, I say others, I meant women- I still get something from seeing women soaked in rain; okay- it’s just so damned schjecksi!.
mmmmh.
FSX:Drawn Tiksi town, plus some kettle-holes near the airfield. there is a hitch- the site I normally upload and distribute the scenery files from has been busted by a hacker. Perhaps they can restore it despite rumours that suggest not.
Category Archives: Thinking
Blue Sky
12°C, milky air, let the sun through this afternoon.
Back to normality. Routine sleep, should leave little after effects. How did all that ever happen? Well yeah, I do know. Change topic.
Blue-sky thinking: There is an irony in this; "blue sky thinking" is supposed to refer to thinking that has clarity and unlimited ceiling. The funny thing is that people who use this phrase can’t actually do it themselves. They talk in clichés and probably think in them too. Poor wee loves. BBC on Jargon
What time of day is it?
04.40 :Dark right now. Lying awake thinking stuff over. Conversations mostly; non-too good ones though. Sunday nights are often plagued with sleeplessness, I can only guess why. Pre-work and troubled old friendships.
Bessie: (and Rosie) have new haircuts, but they are sometimes chilly. I see them shivering- that’s why I covered her in a blanket. She looks satisfied with the arrangement in this shot.
Cycled to Calke Abbey today, there is no Abbey there. Still a good place, much busier than Staunton Harold down the road.
The Green movement: is failing BBC. Yeah, and…
Goodnight. Up again in one hour; hope the camomile tea works tonight.
Nearly Over
Danger: roadside flowers
The flowers are going to kill you: BBC news.
They are to be banned because of some Health&Safety "issue". Issue means "problem" these days. What has not so far been made clear is what the mechanism is that links the presence of flowers by the roadside and a danger to passing traffic. If Memorial flowers are a risk to drivers somehow, are the flowers on roundabouts also a risk? Are flowers somehow drawing drivers from a safe path with their delicate colours and alluring scent? Some kind of modern landlocked Siren?
And a concern for me- are they some threat to me as a cyclist? There are too many unanswered questions- including – is local government having trouble attracting the brightest minds from our growing pool of graduates?
Sinead O’Connor:CD- The Lion And The Cobra (remember her?). Bought for iPod for £2.00 from Amazon, why bother with iTunes?
Lena delta for FSX
8°C, clear but windy
Worst time for a ride to work today: 48 mins. Headwind all the way is my excuse: the ride home was fun.
Using Google Earth to add in a missing river delta into FSX. This picture shows some of the braided rivers to the north west. I may have to remove the kettle-holes in FSX and add them back in manually because of some odd conflicts with my rivers. It looks alright so far.
Teenagers: you can now start some schools at the end of the morning. It’s not that the world revolves around you or anything, but since you need 9 hours sleep and we like to pander to your every desire; we are going to open schools as the morning is finishing.
Go to bed earlier? Yeah, lights out at like 10pm, as if? Oh, don’t trouble yourself…
…we’ll shift the whole world to suit you instead.
We don’t mind waiting for 3 or 4 hours during the best time of the day in a quiet deep enough to be at peace with our thoughts. All that shouting you like to do can start later.
Semi-detached, and crocuses.
Ever had that feeling: that you suddenly aren’t really there. Or that the world was going on as normal but it didn’t feel that way, it was playing itself like a videotape, but you weren’t flowing along with it.Somehow, you are just concentrating on clinging on. I did for a while this lunchtime; it was odd enough for me to feel quietly alarmed. Maybe I was just a bit tired, but the feeling was unusual, like those semi-surreal moments that Murakami describes in his books. I had to concentrate on every motion, every routine action as if they were completely new and unfamiliar. Later, normality came back. I still don’t know where it went for those few hours. Don’t do that again.
Out for the evening, happy birthday Trish.
Snow pending
Snow is due tomorrow, the house smells of coal smoke and we are prepared.
Rosie hit her head yesterday in the excitement of going out for a walk. Now she has a trim. So has Bessie. No more colliding with door posts ladies.
Full moon & waiting for…
"Waiting For The Miracle" Leonard Cohen
Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do.
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do …
When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Keep off the Chase: Dogs, we can’t go there for a while. Read- Phytophthora ramorum
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Dull flame of Desire
Their splendid, sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance
Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there’s a charm that is greater still:
When my love’s eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passions kiss
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
F.Tyutchev (translated from Russian by …who knows)
Hear it in Russian in this Tarkovsky film Stalker
