Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday's Sheep
Thinking how his life will go
Calling out to all who'll hear
"Am I far, or am I near"
Monday comes and then it leaves
With its 'woe'ness on its sleeve
Can the next day be more fun?
Lets look up to see the sun
What if I can't see it there?
What if I start to despair?
Will I have to stop and say
"Welcome, Monday, everyday"
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Is Monsieur Mouton OK?
I am able to reassure you that I am OK in that I am not unhappy; nor am I actually happy. I am just here, standing. I stand, so I'm here. I know it's Christmas and I know that I am here in France for Christmas. If that means that I am OK, then I'm OK.
Apart from that, life goes on (and the like) as they say, in my neck of the woods, so to speak.........if I could speak, that is.....................
Monday, December 10, 2007
From Dada to Baabaa
Sunday, December 09, 2007
I really am stardust
I was thinking about this when I had another look at one of the cards that Lisbeth was given for her birthday with a sheep on it. The front of the card had this little sheep going up a hill under a starry sky. The next has the other side of the hill where he would come down. Inside, it showed the little sheep actually coming down covered in stars.
I like to think that, because he struggled up the hill, the stars came down to meet him and they stuck to him all over. Now he's covered in stars and become stardust.
While I'm talking - you might be interested to know that I am still in the little room at the back of the house. My place in the hall continues to be taken up with Mr Dancer's wine!!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Am I myself?
Or have I lost my way?
Am I now wondering what I've got
to do, to be OK?
If I found out that I was here
existing in the world,
would I then know some dreadful fear
to rise, and be unfurled?
Or can I trust that all is well
and everything will be
just like some calming tolling bell
as I come home to me?
Monday, December 03, 2007
Woglinde
Well, it's lots of things. You might like the exciting video clip: The Woglinde Falls. Then there's someone who calls himself Woglinde and who crops up all over the place. Then there's Ace Combat Skies. (Probably related to The Woglinde Falls) And then there's good old Wagner.
It's all in a name, as they say.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Winter Winds
Wrapping round the cold and dark
Blowing up the chimney
Trying now to get me
Branches blow in my tree
Oh this winter wind
Winter winds do blow and gust
Making it a certain must
That we are to wrap up
Taking drinks to warm up
Something that can keep up
With this winter wind
Light a fire for good defense
And it really does make sense
That the fire can hearten
Even those most spartan
To inspire their part in
Living with the wind
Friday, November 30, 2007
What would you tell your bank if.......................?
Anyway, Jeeves, who has free run of the house, helped herself to some euro notes that were on the bedside table and chewed approx 150 euros worth of paper notes.
The owner gathered up the remains of the notes and the surrounding confetti and headed off to the bank. The bank were very good about it. Having examined the confetti and shredded notes, the person on the desk made a phone call to check out the procedure for chewed euros. Lisbeth was told that the person on the other end of the phone agreed to a full refund, credited to the account. He then added that, in France, parrots are usually fed on nuts, not notes!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Hello Maud and Paula
I don't think she's thought much about the festive season, because she's having a hard time of it in the apartment. The paint won't stay on the walls, the wood won't sand and Lisbeth lent on one of the panels in the kitchen units and it broke. So now she has to mend that, as well. Tomorrow she is doing a favour for a friend and then, in the afternoon, she is going to a funeral. So you see it isn't all sun and wine in France. Far from it at the moment. It is cold and grey and miserable.
That being said, I am in good spirits, for saying. The rooms are nice with fires in them and the grandfather clock ticks reassuringly throughout the day.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Red for Xmas?
On taking a closer look I found that the big one, hanging quite low, smells of spices: orange and cinnamon, etc. All the traditional smells of Christmas. Hmmmmmmmmm
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Are you sitting comfortably?
Well, last night, I came cross this sheep chair. Now I don't know what you think, but I think it looks weird. Lisbeth says she wouldn't like to sit in it and I wouldn't like to be it, so it's thumbs down from us. Would you fancy it in one of your rooms?
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thank you, Maud
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Facebook neglected sheep
Well my status is fed up. I'm not properly in my winter quarters and I don't like my surroundings.
That's all I've got to say, really.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Woolly Wisdom
It's called Woolly Wisdom by Dan Donovan and is full of great quotes such as: "I think animal testing is a terrible idea; they get nervous and give the wrong answers"Joseph Blosephina.
Of course, Lisbeth knows all about woolly wisdom as I am here to keep her on track and on message. What I'm not able to do is to get her to take better photos. This is quite lamentable but it's all I could find. (And with all those cables!) As she was also given a pretty snappy camera for her birthday, which she absolutely loves by the way, I'm hoping that she will be uploading better ones than this; when she's worked out how to use it, of course!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I am stardust
Friday, November 16, 2007
Road names, names, names
Out of interest, Lisbeth's friend looked them all up in the new telephone directory because - apparently - this has all the new addresses in it.
I'm sure you won't be surprised to find that it got more complicated, not less. While her friends are in under Rue des Atrisans, the people over the (same) road are in under Route de Montmorillon and Lisbeth isn't either. She is in the book as living in Le Bourg. The phrase for the centre of the village.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Road names
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Some have new and some have two!
Lisbeth (I know I've gone back to calling her Lisbeth. It's just one of those things!) is finding the whole thing quite fascinating and charming as she listens to the various discussions of the pros and cons (more often cons) of the new arrangements.
Just the other day, she heard that the people who live in the new houses up past the salle des fete, already had numbers (unlike the rest of the houses in the village). With the new arrangements, they've not only been given a new street name, but all the houses have been given a new number. Now both the residents and the post people are finding it confusing.
Then there's the friends of Lisbeth who live down the road. They have two entrances onto their property and have been given two different numbers: one for each gate. Both gates open into the garden: one each side of the house. I wonder if you can write to a garden?
It's all very 'French', as they say
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A contribution to my 'French House Numbers' posts
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Spooky Image
Well, it seems that when Mr Occasional Stirrings closed the post "... it left an afterimage on my desktop pic (a volcano in Ecuador) which was quite spooky. Spookier than the attached attempt to recreate it, but you'll get the idea."
Check in tomorrow for his recreation
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Boswell: all grown up
The earliest was entitled The Goose Engine and was, I believe, one of my better odes. Later, when he was ill, there was one written before an operation, then another for his return home, afterwards.
I can't tell you how delighted I am, therefore, to say that Lisbeth has heard from his owner, again, along with this photo of Boswell all grown up. What a handsome goose he has become! And judging by this photo, he is doing really well.
Hi Boswell.
Monday, November 05, 2007
The camel is chewing with very big teeth
The camel is chewing with very big teeth
They're not from on top, just the ones underneath
They really are big and take up lots of space
As they can't help but dominate this lovely face
I choose to believe that he's smiling at me
And that if we could talk, we would surely agree
that this life thing is hard, and the world's in a mess
but that teeth are for chewing and there to impress
Friday, November 02, 2007
The camel is chewing
He chews very slowly and never thinks why
He's biding his time, in a world of his own
Is he thinking of life, of his chewing, or home?
The camel is chewing. He watches us pass
We all stand and watch him regurgitate grass
The landscape is bare, with no flower or tree
I'm not even sure that he isn't a 'she'!
The camel is chewing. I hope she's OK
She's looking quite calm and not eager to play
Whatever the gender, the regal shows through
So I wish this good camel a heartfelt adieu
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
More French numbers
Wondering about house No 3098? It is the number of meters the house is from a fixed point in the village.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Lizzie in Toulouse
I don't know what her plans are for wending her way home
Lizzie isn't talking so I don't know what to do
I'm just trying to be hopeful as I try to make it through
The house is getting colder and my heart is full of woe
I'd get myself together but I don't know where to go
I hope she's coming back soon with a lot of lovely things
Then the house will be a fun place and my heart will have it's wings
Monday, October 29, 2007
Left behind (and sulking)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday
Later, and without a by your leave, I was suddenly picked up and unceremoniously dumped in the small garden room as Lizzie is going to Toulouse and she thinks I might get cold. There has been no discussion, just more 'it's getting cold' panic.......................
Monday, October 22, 2007
It's all in the number 8: 2
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Lizzie's sister
I'm still on the veranda, of course, and am getting somewhat chilly. My winter spot under the stairs is still being taken up with Mr Dancer's wine from his summer visit, so I will be raising it as a point of order next week. I will also be commenting upon Lizzie's poor photographic technique as this picture of her sister really does leave something to be desired. (The fire looks good, though!)
Saturday, October 20, 2007
It's all in the number 8: 1
Did you know that the number 8 is a Fibonacci number: 3+5?
The composer, Iannis Xenakis, wrote Metastasis for orchestra using the fibonacci series.
This piece of music then became the starting point for the Philips Pavilion constructed for the World Fair of 1958 in Brussels. This collaboration, with the architect Le Corbusier, was the first electronic/spacial performance to combine music, sound, images and architecture. The music for the pavilion was by Edgard Varèse. It, and the pavilion, was called Poème électronique.
I only know this because Lizzie wrote her dissertation on the Philips Pavilion for some degree or other and she says she has lots of photos and things in England. Apparently the actual experience inside the pavilion was found to be quite shocking at the time so, after the Fair had finished, the pavilion was pulled down.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Postman Pat earns his keep
In the afternoon, Postman Pat set off again, but this time he went to a stone quarry near Chauvigny to collect some stone lintels for another friend who is doing up a 14th century maison forte.
Well done Postman Pat!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Get your finger out
Like turning off the standby thing and helping the earth smile
Think how you all can contribute and be eco aware
And change a small part of your life to help the earth repair.
Use eco bulbs and eco goods. Get eco on your brain
Turn some things down and some things off and travel less by plane
Think how you can economise with all your worldly goods
Recycle everything you can, we're not out of the woods
Start being eco friendly and make compost in a bin
Put it on the garden where your veggies can go in
Ride upon a bicycle instead of in your car
For if we work together, the earth won't be just a star
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sheep for the environment
And I'm worried that it might be true
that the planet is sick
and there isn't a trick
that can conjure it all to renew
So just do something small, if you can
Dim a light, plant a tree, make a plan
to switch off that standby
and reduce the supply
Be an eco monsieur and woman
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Bugatti at breakfast
Imagine, no make up, hair all over the place, all of them looking like rejects from a gypsy encampment. The upper crust encounters the dregs! You've got to laugh............
Saturday, October 13, 2007
More visitors
More talking practice means I'm happy.
Ah.........bless!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Winter Quarters
As the temperature is falling quite severely at night, now, I am really not sure what to do. I'm still on fig duty, but that will end soon, so leaving the veranda is something that we must discuss, sooner rather than later.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Drowning by numbers
Anyway, there have been rumblings about new street names and numbers for some time. This weekend, the numbers have started arriving, being delivered in person, by the mayor's assistant. Again, unlike England, you don't go out and buy your own number. Everyone in the commune is given an enameled numberplate, with two screws and plastic bits to go into the stone. The chosen colour for this commune is deep maroon (to match the shutters on the Mairie), with the number and a border in white. Lizzie's number is 8 and the road will be Rue des Artisanes.
So we're OK so far. However, they have opted to designate individual houses to whichever road their main front door opens on to. What's the problem there? Well, according to the post person, this morning, it has suddenly got more complicated. Take Lizzie's road: Route de Montmorillon. This is the main road that runs through the village and before the number thingy, all the houses along the roadside were on the Route de Montmorillon. Now, the same houses are spread over four roads, even though they are all in a line next to each other. Also, in the hamlet of Villesallem (still part of this commune), where there are just ten houses, there are now four different road names.
It is the talk of the village. Lots are moaning about it and many are refusing to use the new numbers and addresses. People keep saying "C'est ridicule".
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Wood for the winter
These logs are 50 cms in length and will just fit in the Gaudin wood burner that was left in the house.
Friday, October 05, 2007
The Accompanist
We're working on the song I wrote about yesterday: April is in My Mistress' face by Thomas Morley. I'm learning the tenor part so I will need to get in some other sheep to sing soprano, alto and bass. It's all very exciting, despite the weird words. This is what I'm aiming for.
I did find this somewhat bizarre version, as well!
Thursday, October 04, 2007
A song about 'months' being in a woman.......or something!
The first thing that I was told, when I remarked about it, was that you can't sing 'mistress's face' which I feel sure is better grammar. Lizzie says that's because there are just two notes for the word in the tune: pom pom. Hence mis-tress' (with an apostrophe) fits, but mis-tres-s's doesn't. Phew, it's complicated this singing stuff!
Anyway, the song goes on to say that ...July in her eyes hath place. (Why can't they say 'has'?) Then we move to this mistress's bosom. In there, apparently, is September. I'm not really following this, but I'm trying! The last bit of the madrigal says; But in her heart a cold December. What on earth is that about? It doesn't make any sense to me, at all. 'A cold December' does what, exactly?
I can't see how singing is going to be helping my talking practice in any way at all!
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Singing with Leaves
First of all I'm on fig duty: keeping an eye on the figs that are ripening for Lizzie. Second, I've been helping her with Facebook as her web skills aren't as good as mine. Third, I've been busy with singing practice.
Now before you start wondering what a sheep is doing singing, let me tell you that it is all the rage here. It's early days, of course, so I have been practicing breathing. That's really important if you want to sing well. You have to get a lot of air into your lungs by depressing the diaphragm and getting good 'rib swing'.
Watching figs ripen and doing breathing practice is a good combination. I breathe in as one leaf falls, then make a round baa-ing sound for the duration of a further 2 leaf falls; then three, then four, and so on. Or, to exercise my diaphragm, I hold my breath for one leaf, two leaves, three leaves etc. Of course I give myself permission to breathe if there is a lull in leaf fall, or I might die. Well you've got to be practical about these things.
The title of this post: Singing with Leaves, is a bit like Dancing with Wolves. It's a funny old world!
Monday, October 01, 2007
Recycle the babies
Anyway, although it takes ages to make and stinks the place out, I am reliably informed that it tastes pretty brilliant. It's called green baby chutney because it is made from marrows that are the size of a baby and vaguely baby-shaped (except they don't have legs) or arms, of course! I like the name because of the recycling tinge to it and that is very a la mode at the moment. And we like to be a la mode ici en France.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Figs
The cook, the fig, his wife and her lover. A fig, a fig, my kingdom for a fig. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Fig. Figless in Seattle. The four figs of the Acropolis. Seeking Figs. Lord of the Figs. Much ado about Figs. Four Figs and a Funeral. The Fig Patient. Captain Correlli's Fig. Figs of the Caribbean. A Fig in Paris. Apocalypse Fig. Easy Fig. The Figs of Wrath..........................
Friday, September 28, 2007
Facebook?
I can see why it might be seductive to chronicle your life on the web. Hey, I blog, so I know something of what that's about. But the question is: are you spending a good portion of your life commenting on it?
I know I said, in a previous post, that there should be a 'sheepbook'. However, I'm not sure about that, now. I think the ovine thing in relation to sheep is really important. We are both singular and plural. I'm sure that affects how we think. And we flock. That's probably important, too.
Let's take the word face. I've selected the following from an exceedingly long list of definitions in Rhymezone for your delight and delectation:
- noun: the act of confronting bravely
- noun: the side upon which the use of a thing depends (usually the most prominent surface of an object)
- noun: the general outward appearance of something
- noun: status in the eyes of others
- noun: the front of the human head from the forehead to the chin and ear to ear
- noun: a part of a person that is used to refer to a person
- noun: a surface forming part of the outside of an object
- noun: the expression on a person's face
- verb: turn so as to expose the face
- verb: be opposite
- verb: cover the front or surface of
- verb: turn so as to face; turn the face in a certain direction
- verb: be oriented in a certain direction, often with respect to another reference point; be opposite to
I have chosen the following from another quite long list of definitions:
If I select one from the first list and add it to the one I've already selected from the second list, then we could have a definition that reads as follows: Facebook = A part of a person used to refer to a person [together with] A compilation of the known facts regarding ... someone.
And there you have it. Let's face the book and live a mediated life.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Magic
and long internal strife
There's just a chance that 'magic' could
begin to change your life.
This metaphysics might begin
to offer up a route
By showing you that what's within
will bear external fruit
So ask yourself "What do I need,
to bring good things to me?"
And plant a happy asking seed
to grow a happy tree
What you believe, the world will bring
Please don't expect the worst
Think how your life can be like spring:
So full, you want to burst
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Funny name, that: Facebook. I think there should be a Sheepbook. We could have wool networks, field networks, flock networks, mouton networks for those of us in France, etc.
Monday, September 24, 2007
You put the first coat on..........
The first coat off
On-Off, On-Off
Wipe it all about
You do the painty painty and you want to shout
That's what it's all about ...................................when you have painted an expensive matt colour over some French vinyl. It doesn't stick and scratches off. Therefore, you have to scrape the whole lot off. It's taken Lizzie all day. (She's covered from head to toe with white dust.) Then you have to wash the walls down with soap and water. Then you have to rinse them. Then, you have a stiff gin and tonic!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Wait not, want not?
If life is like huge play, then I don't feel as if I figure much on the stage of life. I experience myself as more of a 'bit part' in the life of the lovely Lizzie. I feel as if my place on the veranda is like the wings, so to speak, watching and waiting.
Hmm.......I understand the watching bit but I'm not too sure, now I come to write this, what I'm waiting for: waiting for visitors; waiting for talking practice; waiting for the figs to ripen; waiting to move into my winter quarters?
A definition of waiting is:
· noun: the act of waiting (remaining inactive in one place while expecting something)
· adjective: being and remaining ready and available for use
Waiting doesn't sound much fun, does it? If one is waiting, it sounds as if one isn't actually doing anything or enjoying being in the present moment because all the focus is on some future event, which may or may not happen. That can't be good.
I can see that I need to reconsider my role in my life.
Let's suppose I change my role from a bit-part to the main character. (If I'm not the main character in my life, then I don't know who is!) In this scenario, I could stop seeing myself as waiting in the wings, but moving onto the stage and becoming a full participant in the mise en scene. Then I can play out my role in any way that I consider appropriate. Things will still happen around me, but they will be tangential to my sense of being where I am at this present moment. And, I can write myself content, if I choose. Can't I?
Hmmm.......................Wait not. Want not?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Not at the party
She's out here in France
It's clear that she won't be
invited to dance
She's chosen to make it
a day to reflect
To potter and sit
Her thoughts to collect
The burning fire gives her
a sense of okay
Though I know she'd prefer
to be far, far away.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Peach time
It is peach time, however. This photo is of peaches in the garden last year. Don't they look good?
There were three varieties: yellow, white and red. I say were, because the red one fell over last year. It was cut off at ground level and although a new one has sprung from the stump, it is too soon for it to be having fruit. Then this year, the white peach tree died and had to be cut down. Only the yellow peach tree (the oldest) is left. It was so laden with fruit that Lisbeth had to prop some branches up because they were so heavy they were touching the ground.
It is truly the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
All in a name
I am finding it a bit confusing because some people call her Elizabeth, some French people call her Lisbeth (pronounced Liz-bet). Old friends and family call her Liz and now there's Lizzie. And none of these are her first, birth name, anyway!
P.S. If you want to pass a few useless moments, you can get your very own Chinese name based on your birth name (in proper Chinese writing) from this web page.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I think, therefore.........
I think, therefore I am a sheep
I think, therefore I am a sheep sculpture
I think, therefore I can
I think, therefore I can think
I think, therefore I can think anything
I think, therefore I can think I am a sheep
I think, therefore I can think I am a sheep sculpture
I think, therefore I am
Of course, if I didn't spend my entire time thinking, then I would have more time to just be. If I was just being, then notions of 'I', 'am' and 'can' would be irrelevant. Entity is. End of story.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I think, therefore I am a sheep sculpture
So if I really am a sheep sculpture and I really do blog, then this is the real world and I am in it: thinking and being (and blogging). Exciting stuff for an ovine mind (and very comforting). Thanks, Andy B.
That being said, I would like to hold on to the essence of my being some sort of cosmic entity. (I am stardust, after all.) Also, it is a little disappointing to discover that you're not an entity (like a boltzmann brain) that came into being as the result of some chance fluctuations in the universe, because that sort of thing sounds so romantic and mysterious. So........... I was wondering if my cosmic roots could be traced through the word 'ovine'?
Let us suppose, for the sake of argument, that the word 'ovine' is the result of some sort of verbal corruption over the years. Suppose before 'ovine' the word had been 'dovine'. Then, even earlier, the word had been 'divine'? If that sounds anything like a reasonable posit, then one could argue, that this definition captures what it's like to be me:
"of such surpassing excellence as to suggest divine inspiration."
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I write, therefore I am diverting myself
I write, therefore I divert myself. From what, you might be asking? Well, from life! From being too serious about it, I suppose. That's the problem with being an entity and having a brain: you think. If you think, then it's hard to keep present. It's as if you have two parallel lives: the one where you do stuff in the real world and the one that exists in your mind. The mind seems less easy to organize and control because it has a proclivity for depressing thoughts about the past or the future; both of which are irrelevant to the present moment.
One of the definitions of divertissement (Websters 1913 Dictionary) says it is some form of "entertainment between the acts of a play". Well that is what writing this blog is for me: a diverting pause between the various acts of my life.
Friday, September 14, 2007
I think, therefore I am a Bolzmann Brain
I think, therefore I am
I'm here from quite another plane
So wasn't once a lamb
I'm here, by chance, in this strange land
I'm self aware and smart
An entity that wasn't planned
A cosmic work of art
I am a brain, I know it's true
From fluctuations rare
And random things that could construe
a sheep, out of thin air
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The thinking sheep's brain
So what is a Boltzmann Brain? Well, you need to think universe, then imagine an entity (kind of cosmic) which is supposedly self aware (so it sort of lives) suddenly creating itself (just like that) in a hypothetical future. This happens entirely by chance, (that's very important) as a result of fluctuations that occur randomly; which themselves arise out of some sort of future cosmic, chaotic state. (Phew!)
Now then, if we suppose that what I've described above was hypothesized many light years ago, then I, being self aware, could be a Boltzmann Brain believing itself to be a sheep sculpture. I could be here, now, because of some past prediction of a future random chaotic fluctuation that has already occurred in the universe and, quite by chance, up I popped in France! Well, it's a thought!
And why not! Another Boltzmann Brain is blogging under his BB name!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Acrylic nightmare
The paint she is using is called Hemp Beige. It sounds pretty drab but she says it is very nice and restful. The other colours she wants to use are Mortlake Cream and Deep Sung Cream. However, she has had a good look at the other walls in other rooms and is pretty sure that all of them have had acrylic paint on them, so she won't be able to use any of the paint she's bought!
She's not a happy bunny!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Being still
I overheard Lisbeth talking about this with a friend the other day and it struck me that you humans spend a lot of time rushing about with this and that: working, shopping, watching TV, spending time on the computer, working on various projects etc. They were talking about how hard it is to fit everything in, as if life is a constant struggle to manage time rather than live through it.
Arbitrarily divided into smaller sections, it would appear that time sits waiting to be filled with the stuff of living. How often, I asked Lisbeth, do you just experience the passing of time; time as a presence in itself and not as something waiting to be filled?
For me (a sheep of sculptural proportions) I spend a lot of time being still: just standing and being there. It's like Canadian writer Frank Baron says in his blog (Random Musings) "Try it. You'll learn stuff." Pohangina Pete talks about being still, as well (with some great photos).
So that is what I will be encouraging Lisbeth to do: have 'sheep time', be still and, more importantly, be there.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Facing the point
Make sure it's the right way round
Look towards the pointy end
See the project as your friend
Never look from point to base
Think of it as a visual space
As a metaphor for things
Projects don't have apron strings
Don't be tied to negative views
Teach yourself how to enthuse
Turn your head from base to point
Then your life won't disappoint
Friday, September 07, 2007
Legumes?
She bought them from one of the producteurs in the market, when buying the leeks. The man said that they were a winter vegetable and, although she couldn't work out exactly what they were, she decided to give them a go.
They look a bit cabbagey to me but we shall just have to wait and see. Whatever they are, it will make a change from leeks. It is pretty much 'leek city' down there!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Pyramid Live
For something a little less cool, you could acquire plans showing how to build your very own "Deluxe Giza Meditation Pyramid"
I suppose it might be interesting to meditate inside a pyramid, instead of under the fig tree. Perhaps this mini pyramid would do?
Pyramids do seem to have some amazing powers, if this article is to be believed. It seems that bunnies grow quicker, and into better bunnies, if kept in a Giza replica pyramid hutch.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Keep y'r pyramid up
It seems that if you see projects in your life from the point looking to the base, what's in front of your seems huge and overwhelming because it just gets bigger. If, on the other hand, you see it from the base, then the task in front of you diminishes, as you head pointwards.
Now, I know I'm a sheep of somewhat challenged brain capacity, but even I can see that this analogy isn't a world beater. However, you get the drift....................
Lisbeth can get overwhelmed by what there is to do on her projects here, in France, and things left to do in England. Mr Dancer says that when this happens, she sees it from the point position: everything just stretching away, getting bigger. So he was encouraging her to see things from the base. This way, the work diminishes as things get done and, bit by bit, she can know that projects will be achieved and life will get easier to manage.
I am pleased to report, Mr Dancer, that despite the traumas of her legal problems, she is managing to keep herself grounded and is, I feel, envisioning her projects from the base of the pyramid, more often than from the point.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Cape Crusader
As you can see, she's under a sort of camouflage cape. The location is Futuroscope and she's in one of the interactive buildings that has animal stuff in it.
Monday, September 03, 2007
How to ride a sheep
And while you're viewing, you can be thinking up a caption for Saturday's post!
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Distracting myself
Friday, August 31, 2007
Losing a day
By not posting, it's just slipped away
It was Thursday, I think
It was gone in a wink
I'm so glad I don't wear a toupee
The one that I saw wasn't nice
And my days of the week aren't precise
Is this losing thing real?
Is this poem surreal?
Do you think posting late will suffice?
Well, it's Friday today, that is clear
It's not lost cos it's already here
So I'll get on my way
and forget that toupee
So this ode can be posted right here
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Blowing in the wind
However, late this afternoon, she went to collect her four-inch thick dossier from her avocat. (Progress on her legal battle with a neighbour is nonexistent, so she has decided to find yet another, new avocat!) She had geared herself up to protest at the bill, but found that she wasn't asked to pay any more. (This avocat knows that Lisbeth isn't happy and that nothing much has been achieved.) However, the four-inch thick pile of documents had somehow decreased to about one inch. Lisbeth was horrified. Where are the rest of the documents? What makes it worse, is that after 5 years of wrangling, Lisbeth isn't entirely sure what might be missing.
To make matters worse, her avocat told her that, after their last meeting, she had been involved in a car accident, on her way home. Lisbeth's dossier was on the front seat and, in the impact, went flying out into a field, scattering all her important legal documents in the wind! Apparently the fire brigade were dispatched to gather them up. Her avocat claims that none were, lost although some 'might be a bit muddy!'
Whatever the reason for the missing documents, Lisbeth now has the arduous job of trying to work out what might be missing and then trying to recover them. After that.................?
This whole thing is just a nightmare!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Kombucha baby
Kombucha's do have babies. They are created under the parent and are usually found when the the liquid that they live in is changed for a fresh brew. I hate to say this, but Lisbeth has been somewhat remiss in changing the brew, recently. Ideally, it is done every 6-10 days. Unfortunately, while she's had visitors, she has left him for more than the 10 days. (Quite a lot more, actually!)
A couple of days ago, she finally got round to renewing the brew and was surprised to find how heavy her Kombucha had become; quite a lot heavier, in fact. On further inspection, it became evident that the increase in weight was not only due to the fact that it had produced a baby, but that the baby had grown to the same size as the parent: some 7 inches across!
Feeling bad about this, she has advertised the baby on one of the 'English in France' sites, on the web. In the meantime, this giant Kombucha baby is being kept in the fridge, where they can be kept dormant for a while. I think! I hope!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Ironing paper
It seems that a friend in the next village had asked her to inquire at the mayor's office, if it would be possible to put up a small A4 poster advertising a vintage and classic car rally.
Lisbeth set off with the poster in the direction of the office, stopping off at her next door (but one) neighbour to give them some leeks. On being offered a cup of tea, she left the poster in the hall (so as not to forget it when she left) and stayed for tea and a chat.
Crossing the hall on her way out, Lisbeth found that the poster had gone. When asked about it, her neighbour said that she had thought it was rubbish left over from the post so had crumpled it up and thrown it away.
Hence, Lisbeth has been ironing it in the hope of making it presentable.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Droppings? It seems not
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Droppings?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Joining the Dots
I suppose there would be lots and lots
We'd have choice where to go
To go fast or go slow
Trying not to get ourselves in knots
Would a picture begin to appear
as the joining went outwards from here?
Is it already mapped
so we always feel trapped
and unable to find a new sphere?
If we found we could make something new
by joining the dots two by two
Then the lines could create
an entirely new state
full of joy that we'd want to renew
So let all the new dots be your guide
Losing any that won't subdivide
Then with courage and heart
take your life pen and start
joining up, with a new sense of pride
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Nothing interesting
There's not much else to say, really. I am even thinking of moving inside fairly soon as the veranda is not very exciting without Lisbeth or visitors to talk to. Hey ho!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Accusative Case
A noun that does not know its place?
An object of being
or just of your seeing
in stories, that never took place?
My sense of belonging is thin
In a script that I'm not sure I'm in
Perhaps I'm a verb
with a half written blurb
to explain where I hope to begin?
So I'll live, without time to reflect,
in a space where there's no disconnect
Just the sense of a verb
With a noun, quite superb,
which enables a future perfect
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Things happen?
So, if I did know what I wanted to happen, how would I make it happen? It seems that "For anything to happen there has to be a transfer or change or conversion of Energy. A transfer from one type of energy to another type - like from chemical to mechanical, or potential to kinetic."
That means that if I find that life here in France isn't for me, and want to be a sheep-star, then I will need to turn potential energy into kinetic energy and get myself along to these auditions.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Grammar it home
I know I don't make that many and they're usually not terrible ones. However, I don't like to make any, so thank you, Mr Writer, for your attention to detail and your kindly reminders. Here are some visual mistakes for your delight and delectation.
Friday, August 17, 2007
The sound of silence
Lisbeth's visitors have gone and we are back to being just tous les deux. The house is quiet and the weather is not much to write home (or a blog) about. In fact, things are particularly quiet as the church clock has stopped and time is standing still. It is really odd, not having it mark the passing of time. Despite visitors' fears, you don't hear it chime as often as you might think. There is something about its reassuring regularity that seems to render it unnoticeable (unless you pay attention, or need to know what the time is). However, when it stops working, you can hear the silence brought about by its absence of presence. It is most unsettling.
Those of you who have been reading me for some time will know that I like phrases like 'absence of presence' and that I will have been doing some surfing. Well, you're not wrong!
For the philosophically minded, this article Hearing Silence: The perception and introspection of absences makes fascinating reading. Also, did you know that if a composer creates a few seconds of silence during a piece of music, it will trigger a response in the brain that will enable listeners to break the piece of music into digestible chunks; to pay attention and anticipate what comes next? So say researchers at Stanford University School of Medicine.
Then there's that John Cage person who created a 'silent' piece: 4'33" In this, the listeners are enabled to 'listen' to all the sounds that would be masked by the playing of music. (So none is played - obviously - for 4 minutes and 33 seconds - exactly)
Or, you could think of it in terms of absence as presence
Whichever! The clock isn't working and we miss it!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The puzzle is finished
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Under the tree
It seems it's been quite a long time
since I put hoof to keys
and said "If you please,
be my guests, as we just pass the time".
So what shall we talk of today?
Shall we choose to be sad or make hay?
If you stood in a queue
would you know what to do
with your life, before you went grey?
But maybe there's nothing to do
And nothing to make you feel blue
So just sit and have tea
under that lovely tree
And enjoy who you are, being you.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Identity
OK, enough of all this clock stuff and Lisbeth's trips. "How are you doing, personally?" I hear my readers asking.
Well, not too badly, actually. Thanks for taking an interest. It is getting a bit cool on the veranda at night and early in the morning; nothing at all like August, but other than that, I'm fine.
Anyway............ As it's Sunday, I've been thinking about 'Identity'. This is partly because I've had a couple of comments from someone who is having a bit of an identity crisis: identity in terms of gender, as opposed to personality (although the two are clearly linked). This has caused me to reflect upon how I knew I was 'Monsieur' Mouton as opposed to 'Madame' Mouton. I'm sorry to say that I don't really have any logical explanation. I suppose it just felt right. (Although being a sheep sculpture I suppose I can be whoever I want to be.)
So does this make a difference as to how I think about myself: my being able to choose? The self-development gurus would have us believe that we can be whoever we want to be although they don't always mean that in relation to gender. Do they?
In terms of identity, then, are we to look to psychology or philosophy for help? Also, can we really change at an identity level? From what to what? Is there anything that is stable, or a given? Are we the same every day? Will I be the same next week or next year? I choose to be 'Monsieur' Mouton. I have a self concept of myself as Monsieur Mouton (with capitals). I believe I am a happy sheep, who is reasonably intelligent and contributing to life, by commenting on it. But perhaps I can be something different if I want to be? (Although I don't think I would want to be Madame Mouton.)
I think I like Hume's Bundle Theory where he suggests that we are "... a bundle or collection of different perceptions...", and that these perceptions are "... in perpetual flux and movement". Hence, "The question of personal identity then becomes a matter of characterizing the loose cohesion of one's personal experience."
My personal experience is mapped out on my webpage and in this blog. I am a big bundle of woolly mouton perceptions and enjoying my loose cohesions!
How about you?
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Les Nuits Romanes
They have involved guided tours of historic buildings, music, actors, lots of candles (because they are at night) and free food from the area.
The one on the left was in her commune and she helped out with the preparation of the food. The one on the right was about 30 minutes away and she was just a spectator.