A beautiful heritage building. Regent Street, Sandy Bay. November 2011. I'll never forget where I was and what I was doing when I first heard the news that Bog was dood... Our Bog is Dood , Stevie Smith Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood My darling little child? We know because we wish it so That is enough, they cried, And straight within each infant eye Stood up the flame of pride, And if you do not think it so You shall be crucified. Then tell me, darling little ones, What's dood, suppose Bog is? Just what we think, the answer came, Just what we think it is. They bowed their heads. Our Bog is ours And we are wholly his. But when they raised them up again They had forgotten me Each one upon each other glared In pride and misery For what was dood, and what their Bog They never could agree. Oh sweet it was to leave them then, And sweeter not to see, An
Have you ever tried to explain the phenomenon of "tides" to a five year old? I used to think that the combined effects of the gravitational forces exerted by the moon and the sun and the rotation of the Earth was a relatively straightforward concept, now I'm not so certain...
Pointing south. Bellerive boardwalk. October 2011. Absolute Beginners by Colin MacInnes was written in 1958 and details the emergence of the ‘mod’ and explores uneasy race relations in inner-city London in the lead up to the swinging sixties. I initially found it a frustrating read, as the (unnamed) teenage narrator speaks with a litany of (now-) clichéd slang and puns, but once I reminded myself that in many respects MacInnes is recording this language in print for the first time I decided to roll with it. As such, it is an interesting snapshot of a very specific time and place, and the story rollicks along at a cracking pace to a decent conclusion. Recommended. I will be frank and admit that I did not find the same thing with Women As Lovers by Elfriede Jelinek. In the novel, Jelinek – an Austrian novelist who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2004 (a seemingly controversial choice) – employs an ‘interesting’ style. She avoids capitalisation entirely (including proper n
Sitting on the dock of the bay. Geilston Bay, October 2011. Theme Thursday already? TREASURE is - in my opinion - much like 'beauty': very much in the eye of the beholder. I have railed before [and before and before and before ] against the conflation of stuff with worth . A case in point: while a small allotrope of carbon in which the carbon atoms are arranged in a variation of a face-centered cubic crystal structure may well have a market value of X dollars/ rand/ euros/ baht/ bolívars/ dồngs/ kepings etc etc etc, it does not particularly appeal to me! [Well, the market value appeals in a fiscal sense; but that is more about the potential TREASUREs that might be secured through liquefying the asset. In and of itself, the tightly-packed allotrope of carbon atoms is neither here nor there.] Silence is TREASURE. An intense blue sky on a crisp Spring morning is TREASURE. A kiss and a cuddle when one gets home is TREASURE. The new Grand Theft Auto is TREASURE. Sittin
Could use a lick of paint. King Street, Sandy Bay. November 2011. Another Tuesday, another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. This time: The Madness Meme, Part 1 1. Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work? I can't say that I have. 2. What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? It depends on one's definition of 'dated'. Running by mine, that would be three-and-a-bit months. 3. Ever been in a car wreck? I was in a car that went through a fence into a field once. The car wasn't wrecked though. 4. Were you popular in high school? You'd have to ask someone else. I'd suggest that I was somewhere about the middle. 5. Have you ever been on a blind date? I'm not certain I've ever been on a date . 6. Are looks important? Of course they are! Should they be? That is a different question... 7. Do you have any friends that you’ve known for 10 years or more? A few. 8. By what age would you
Ice cream headache , also known by its given scientific name sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia is a form of brief cranial pain or headache commonly associated with the quick consumption of ice cream and is caused by having something cold touch the palate, and is believed to result from a nerve response causing rapid constriction and swelling of blood vessels or a "referring" of pain from the roof of the mouth to the head.
Just one way? Princes Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and ladies with zebras). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... The history of turning tyrants from figures of fear into figures of fun ... How extreme wealth and absolute poverty have returned to disfigure the West ... The trick to creating healthy boys is not that tricky ... Bit of trouble? Feeling a bit down? The strange and curious history of lobotomy ... Did you know that the Easter Island “heads” have bodies ? Shocking news: social protections like income security and access to essential social services are essential for third world development ... A surprisingly poignant video of video game deaths over the years. On a personal note, it was great to see to see the grisly decapitation from Barbarian II make the cut
The boys and I mounted a splendid reconstruction of the Battle of Chancellorsville in the fields of Geilston Bay High School the other day, and I managed (between volleys of fire) to take a few snaps. Above, you can see Ezra re-enacting the mortal wounding of Lt. Gen. Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson. Henry was magnificent in the role of Gen. Robert E. Lee, mixing both poignant stoicism and despondent pessimism not seen since the fabulous Stallone performance in Rocky III at the death of ‘diamond in the rough’ trainer Mickey.
Raindrops on the road. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. November 2011. Today's Sunday Top Five is an appropriately themed one: My Top Five Songs That Feature The Word "Sunday" In The Title ! Sunday Morning Coming Down , Kris Kristofferson Sunday, Bloody Sunday , U2 Every Day Is Like Sunday , Morrissey Lazy Sunday , The Small Faces Sunday , David Bowie Just missing the cut (but quality choons nonetheless): Sunday , Sonic Youth; One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning , The Flaming Lips; Sunday Night , The Go-Betweens; and Gloomy Sunday , Billie Holiday