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ianpspurs said:
@gennepher thank you for the creative which holds out some much needed hope of brighter times and enough water to quench our thirsts meanwhile. @dunelm that isn’t just some added shading and colour it is a supreme transformation of an already stunning work. Sad news of the deaths of Pele and Vivienne Westwood. Enormous strength from the father of a friend to read that at her funeral. People find amazing strength when they love enough. As with the hope and water, one could almost detect something much deeper going on - surely not?
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Thank you @ianpspurs and pleased that you enjoyed it. Fear no more the heat o’ the sun - it may well be used come the new year, at some point.
 
dunelm said:
Good morning everyone from the survivors of the storm here in the dark and dangerous north. The Ninky Nonks and Little Miss Pamplemouse are up and about and reenacting an episode of Grayson’s Art Club. The Ninky Nonks are dressed as Grayson and Phillipa while Little Miss Pamplemouse is playing guest artist Pru Leith who keeps banging on about kumquats and the perfect fillings for vol-au-vons over the festive period. They are leaving for home in a couple of hours and it has been wonderful having them here despite their out of the world play scenarios. I need special medication to get that imaginative. Art bit - some shading and colour added so on with something else. Hugs to all that need them and I hope that you and yours have the best day possible despite the weather and somewhat suspect 111 service. Koffy must now be made and enjoyed.

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I think I need to be anchored to the top or I'd fall right down into it. Could be painful.
 
gennepher said:
Fbg 6.7

Fox & Cats on the nighttime Wildlife Camera
Main players:
Cat Midnight
Cat Jade
Ghost Cat
Foxy Loxy who is interested in the foil containers, but looks guiltily into the eyes of the wildlife camera...


Creative is a digital painting of water from all that relentless rain, and of winter.

Time for a cuppa...

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A supernatural quality about this one. Or some distant, very wet, planet. Waders required but straining towards the light.
 
Annb said:
Just read through "Christmas" by George Herbert, Ian. The concept of coming upon faith, completely unaware, must be quite well known, but for me, at least, it was a totally new concept, all those years ago. Even now, I find it strange but exciting to have been allowed that experience.

The Shakespeare song is one I had missed in the past. It is up there with John Donne's poem "Death be not proud... " (Sonnet 10). Love John Donne's work. Shakespeare, too, has his moments.

FBG 3.9 - that's because I had to take a correction dose of insulin late yesterday evening when BG shot up to 16.4. Perhaps I overdid the dose a bit.
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Hug for the hypo and over correction. I'm glad you enjoyed the Herbert Poem. That Shakespeare fella deserves to be more well known. He Hathaway with words, innit.
 
ianpspurs said:
Hug for the hypo and over correction. I'm glad you enjoyed the Herbert Poem. That Shakespeare fella deserves to be more well known. He Hathaway with words, innit.
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He certainly does - pity the joy of his work was knocked out of so many kids in school. For some reason, we studied Macbeth for 3 whole years out of the 5 I spent at the Simon Langton School in Canterbury. Luckily, I enjoyed his way with words so much that it didn't bother me. Others were so sickened by dissecting, reconstructing, learning sections and writing commentaries on them, that they never wanted to hear the name of the author again. And after all that, the story was inaccurate anyway. Hey ho, that's a grammar school education for you.
 
lindisfel said:
It used to have a 'woman' from Gehenna on the front!
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Sorry - I 'm missing something. I don't understand the reference. I know the word Gehenna but how does that refer to either the Scottish soldier or his Indian servant?

The Camp coffee bottle always has had a kilted soldier on a camp stool and an Indian, probably servant, serving coffee.

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Good morning everyone on this last morning of the year here in the dark and dangerous north. Wait a second, or if you like “the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the caesium 133 atom” - just which arbitrary period of time are we thinking about here - I shall stick to the one forced upon us by that Julian fellow which seems popular despite the day of daftness every four years.
At 1 minute to 10am GMT, my cousin, who lives in Auckland, will slap a slice of bread onto the ground and I will do the same, thus making a ”this year, next year, this year, last year” earth sandwich while watching Freddy Frinton in Dinner for One in both Low German, Plattdeutsch, Colognian (Kölsch) and Hessian (no, not that hessian). It’s a big tradition in Germany - oh how we laughed.
Art bit - a ball of confusion by The Temptations. Have the most wonderful day that you can manage, we are looking after the girl in the bubble as her parents are both krank with lurgy. Still, there is the prospect of some decent koffy in a few minutes.

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dunelm said:
Good morning everyone on this last morning of the year here in the dark and dangerous north. Wait a second, or if you like “the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the caesium 133 atom” - just which arbitrary period of time are we thinking about here - I shall stick to the one forced upon us by that Julian fellow which seems popular despite the day of daftness every four years.
At 1 minuet to 10am GMT, my cousin, who lives in Auckland, will slap a slice of bread onto the ground and I will do the same, thus making a ”this year, next year, this year, last year” earth sandwich while watching Freddy Frinton in Dinner for One in both Low German, Plattdeutsch, Colognian (Kölsch) and Hessian (no, not that hessian). It’s a big tradition in Germany - oh how we laughed.
Art bit - a ball of confusion by The Temptations. Have the most wonderful day that you can manage, we are looking after the girl in the bubble as her parents are both krank with lurgy. Still, there is the prospect of some decent koffy in a few minutes.

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The mind boggles by the picture and the thought of a quantum entanglement between two slices of bread on opposite points on Earth's crust.
 
Good morning from Suffolk which thanks to that map you now know intimately. @dunelm many thanks for sharing the start of your and our journey with the latest artwork as well as the lessons in Teutonic culture, philosophy and Motown's greatest hits. Hug for the GIB's parents. There are some vicious bugs circulating and with so much socialising things aren't likely to ease any time soon. Obviously we shall host a family - minus one victim who is hanging on in there - gathering for lunch today just to help spread the joy o_O. I've absolutely no intention of seeing in the New Year. Today’s poem chosen by Malcolm Guiute is one I liked enormously from the first time I heard/read it in school. Hardy is one of three fiction writers I have read since English A Level cured me of enjoying reading literature. One of my happiest memories of winter is walking our last two dogs as darkness fell and mist rolled around the ditches and drains, especially Christmas Eve, before settling down in front of a blazing log burner with a mug of tea. Seems to fit the poem's theme but I’m madder than several boxes of frogs. I can't get on board with the idea that we need contrast. My brain can't conjure up thorns, weeds, disease, famine or cold in the Garden of Eden. Enjoy your day but remember those sequins on party dresses are an environmental disaster. If you are partying or not have an amazing time in your own way.
 
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lindisfel said:
The kilted soldier was once viewed by the enemy as a very fierce opponent.

Much of our history is in the process of being reviewed and new slants are being applied.
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Ah. Got it! Yes - they were, probably correctly, viewed as very fierce and often, as insane. In some ways, that goes back to the old Gallowglass days.
 
dunelm said:
Good morning everyone on this last morning of the year here in the dark and dangerous north. Wait a second, or if you like “the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the caesium 133 atom” - just which arbitrary period of time are we thinking about here - I shall stick to the one forced upon us by that Julian fellow which seems popular despite the day of daftness every four years.
At 1 minute to 10am GMT, my cousin, who lives in Auckland, will slap a slice of bread onto the ground and I will do the same, thus making a ”this year, next year, this year, last year” earth sandwich while watching Freddy Frinton in Dinner for One in both Low German, Plattdeutsch, Colognian (Kölsch) and Hessian (no, not that hessian). It’s a big tradition in Germany - oh how we laughed.
Art bit - a ball of confusion by The Temptations. Have the most wonderful day that you can manage, we are looking after the girl in the bubble as her parents are both krank with lurgy. Still, there is the prospect of some decent koffy in a few minutes.

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A bit disorienting, this one. First I thought it was another going down and vertiginous, but no - it's upwards and may lead to sosmething/where special.
 
ianpspurs said:
Good morning from Suffolk which thanks to that map you now know intimately. @dunelm many thanks for sharing the start of your and our journey with the latest artwork as well as the lessons in Teutonic culture, philosophy and Motown's greatest hits. Hug for the GIB's parents. There are some vicious bugs circulating and with so much socialising things aren't likely to ease any time soon. Obviously we shall host a family gathering for lunch today just to help spread the joy. I've absolutely no intention of seeing in the New Year. Today’s poem chosen by Malcolm Guiute is one I liked enormously from the first time I heard/read it in school. Hardy is one of three fiction writers I have read since English A Level cured me of enjoying reading literature. One of my happiest memories of winter is walking our last two dogs as darkness fell and mist rolled around the ditches and drains, especially Christmas Eve, before settling down in front of a blazing log burner with a mug of tea. Seems to fit the poems theme but I’m madder than several boxes of frogs. I can't get on board with the idea that we need contrast. My brain can't conjure up thorns, weeds, disease, famine or cold in the Garden of Eden. Enjoy your day but remember those sequins on party dresses are an environmental disaster. If you are partying or not have an amazing time in your own way.
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I guess, Ian, that we appreciate the good more if we have experienced the bad. Do we appreciate summer more having gone through the winter? I think some do - others vice versa. Do we appreciate having sufficient more, after going short? So perhaps w (or some of us)need that contrast. Some, perhaps, are sufficiently mature to appreciate what we have without the contrast, but many are not.

The poem applies to what I see looking from my kitchen window right now - snow laying on the clumpy grass of the pasture opposite, just enough to look untidy and cold, resident starlings huddled on the handrail of the ramp down to road level, waiting to see if anyone throws out any food. They demonstrate hope and patience, which will be rewarded shortly.
 
ianpspurs said:
Good morning from Suffolk which thanks to that map you now know intimately. @dunelm many thanks for sharing the start of your and our journey with the latest artwork as well as the lessons in Teutonic culture, philosophy and Motown's greatest hits. Hug for the GIB's parents. There are some vicious bugs circulating and with so much socialising things aren't likely to ease any time soon. Obviously we shall host a family gathering for lunch today just to help spread the joy. I've absolutely no intention of seeing in the New Year. Today’s poem chosen by Malcolm Guiute is one I liked enormously from the first time I heard/read it in school. Hardy is one of three fiction writers I have read since English A Level cured me of enjoying reading literature. One of my happiest memories of winter is walking our last two dogs as darkness fell and mist rolled around the ditches and drains, especially Christmas Eve, before settling down in front of a blazing log burner with a mug of tea. Seems to fit the poems theme but I’m madder than several boxes of frogs. I can't get on board with the idea that we need contrast. My brain can't conjure up thorns, weeds, disease, famine or cold in the Garden of Eden. Enjoy your day but remember those sequins on party dresses are an environmental disaster. If you are partying or not have an amazing time in your own way.
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Before Helen did her 0 levels we went to the New Forest birding and we took our two to the cottage at Bockhampton so she had a snapshot of Hardy's early countryside life.
I then read Jude the Obscure and it depressed me for three months!:)

So you don't want a long conversation on theodicy! ;)

All the best for 2023 to you Ian and all here.
Derek
 
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