tinkering round

one of those times one exclaims – see what they made me do. this clicking round still does not describe much: i am me. but the sensing/intuition bar was fun enough, i think.

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lunch tenses

in “A Scandal In Belgravia”, Irene Adler texts Sherlock Holmes with words: I am not dead. Let’s have lunch and i thought: how elegant. ans i also thought that food, just like verbs, has tenses. the past of lunch is vegetables and raw meat. the future of vegetables and raw meat is a meal. that kind […]

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most of the people hurry home because their husband/kids/parents/parrots/dogs/etc might be lonely, unfed of just miss them. i hurry home because my rose might get upset, or want a drink. how odd does that sound?

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the birds in my head

at some point wolfie said sth like – everyone has one’s own birds in their head. and i suddenly thought – gee, what a brilliant formulation. those idees fixe, bees in the bonnet, little tantalising grains of sand in the brainmachine… maybe they are just birds, mucking around and having fun inside our brainspace. and […]

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a quote of love and light

That evening remains for me always a moment to cherish, as golden and fragrant as brandy in crystal glasses. Robin Hobb, Fool’s Errand, p.212 i, personally, sometimes think of fragrances. of some brandies smelling like bottled sun. and anyone with this uncanny empathy link for animals should read the Farseer books by Robin Hobb. those books […]

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a little bit of controversy (contains loads of links to loads of places, mainly numbers)

amidst all sorts of western cultural events that have lost their initial relationship to christendom (such as st. valentine’s, or st. david’s, or st. patrick’s day celebrations – more in my good friend Bob’s blog), amidst the signs of advancing spring, alongside the commemorations of earthquakes bygone and anticipated, this little country has come to […]

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the weather makers

they say, one swallow does not make a summer. does a flock (oh dear, do they flock at all?) of larks make a spring? or does a daffodil, for that matter? but spring is in the air, and all the little critters acknowledge it by chirp, jump or scurry. the bigger critters get unserious. and this […]

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sunday, march eleven

this was a glorious, epic, spectacular fail day. no, not fail. FAIL. thus: in order to be in time for the church event, i put up 3 alarms: 6.30, 7.00, 7.30. i woke up at 8.30, and someone had pressed all the alarms without me even as much as remembering getting up and catching the […]

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