Monday 4 November 2019
Me Before You
Sunday 6 October 2019
How Boris Stopped Stoptober
Wednesday 16 July 2014
Monday 19 December 2011
R.I.P Christopher Hitchens
Friday 2 December 2011
Video Games
Swingin in the back yard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistlin my name
Open up a beer and
Say get over here
And play a video game
I'm in his favorite sun dress
Watchin me get undressed
Take my body down town
I say 'You da bestest'
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on
Go play a video game
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
Tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living
If somebody is loving you
Baby now you do
Singing in the old bar
Swinging with the old stars
Living for the fame
Kissing in the blue dark
Playing pool and wild darts
Video games
He holds me in his big arms
He's drunk and I am seein' stars
This is all I think of
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/lana-del-ray-lyrics/video-games-lyrics.html ]
Watchin all our friends fall
Leanin out of old cars
This is my idea of fun
Playing video games
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
Tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living
If somebody is loving you
Baby now you do
(Now you do)
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
Tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth wit' you
Tell me all the things you wanna do do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living
If somebody is loving you
Maybe now you do
Maybe now you do
Sunday 9 October 2011
Love and other inconveniences.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Wednesday 20 July 2011
Thursday 7 July 2011
Impediments and Other Scandals
Last year after a Halloween partyinggggggrrr--rring---the usual shrill that one experiences the morning after has not ceased ringing in my poor ears. Why I have permanent ear damage will always remain a mystery to me for I was the one wearing professional earplugs the entire night.
So eight months along I have tinnitus, and so what now? I have to listen to the radio, or a hair-dryer, or a lawn mower. Silence is over for me. R.I.P silence. Instead, I hear a high pitched electrical humming in between my ears/in my head. As uncomfortable and distracting as this is, this shrill has to be my friend. Otherwise I'll go insane and end up in a darker place than Saint Anne's Hospital.
So to conquer tinnitus I have to invite this nemesis into my life, like an affirmation of Self; without it I'm either dead or asleep... or I'm listening to BBC Radio 4...
I bolted up in bed last night after Classic FM guy introduced his favourite film classics. Thinking it was a modern day John Williams with his Dances with Wolves soundtrack etc. I listened to this 'new' composer and felt the tingles chasing themselves up and down my spine. I've been taught how to hear classical music and I listened intently. Blown away, I thought out loud; "There is a genius living among us" and I resolved to find out who this new and up and coming talent was... my heart palpitating and all my limbs in rhythm... the Classic FM guy paused after the piece, as if he and I had both been impregnated by some unexplainable force neither of us could explain, he announced... "In the movie "The King's Speech" they used Beethoven so well."
Ha! I can't believe I missed Ludvig's 7th. I've been too wrapped up in the 9th.
I've heard all of Beethoven's before, even the sub-brilliant, but this movie's soundtrack has replaced all meaning to me. The Classic FM guy was correct. They used Beethoven perfectly to set the cadence, regalia, and solemnity that this speech of King George's that was so fundamental and crucial that ignited a patriotism that only the British can be proud of.
I saw a real D Day landing craft cruising into Poole Harbour last week. I looked at my father as he watched it pass by and he did so in awe, interest, and reverence. There's so much about War II I don't know about. But for now, stop and hear this...
God Save The Queen!
Monday 7 March 2011
Facebook is the novel we are all writing
Basically, the RTV phenomenon divides society into two groups; those who watch it religiously, and those who watch it in secret. I don't have a television so I can't sling too much mud because I subscribe to the great and spacious building site of Facebook.
Personally, speed-limits and taxes have felt more comfortable than FB at times. But you can't fault the genius of it. Conceived in a womb of the world's greatest of universities and fertilized by the deepest of pockets, Harvard student Mark Zuckerberg wrote the algorithm (in answer to the myspace problem) and provided a forum for students to express themselves succinctly, outside of the classroom, to connect, collect, and organize the individual expressions of college life; from campus to campus, throughout academia, and beyond. A buzz so contagious that by 1994, in less than a year, a new social network secured it's face within the books of history.
It's fairly straightforward to deactivate Facebook. So feeling bold I took the plunge and suspended my account for a while. My exit was so badly received that a visit to each of my friend's houses in the middle of the night and throwing rocks at their windows and spray painting farewell's all over their cars seemed a more civilized departure than the havoc I wreaked from a simple click of a button. So to keep the peace I returned to Facebook and also to a wall splattered with the annoyances and cries from a posse abandoned.
Social networks are fueled by billions of tweets and narcissistic updates driven only by the need for people to broadcast their own uniqueness. Pull the plug on that and the chaos which started in Egypt is only the beginning.
Wednesday 2 March 2011
"An early bird may get the worm... but the second mouse gets the cheese".
Monday 17 January 2011
You may delay, but time will not. ~Benjamin Franklin
Anyway, where was I? Turning trivialities into the meaningful? It's 2011 and according to the Mayan calender I've got one year to shape up or ship out. According to the Mayans, we have less than one year to make something up, I mean, make something out of ourselves for the big "show and tell" performance come 2012. I'm formulating a case convincing enough to buy me more time and at best another chance. It's not that I'm scared of dying, I'm just frightened by the projects I've started and may never finish. Hmm, eleven and a half months to go. Now that's pressure, but if it weren't for the last minute, I wouldn't get anything done.
Friday 14 January 2011
Friday 3 December 2010
Winter
Friday 26 November 2010
Magna Cum Laude
Wednesday 24 November 2010
Pedigree Chums
Meet Trevor...
Monday 8 November 2010
Taken from the latest Great Lake of Salt
Messages In The Sunset
Like sparks from a hot saw blade
Rotating slow-motion below the horizon
Supernatural light in distorted refraction gradually bends
Along the thin line of twilight
Longitude and latitude
Tilting the axis of our souls in silent awe
God's translucent nocturnal art
Of divine fireworks bathes us
In His intense spectrum of wavelengths
Creating an afterglow of defused smiles
Then overcasts these sublime reflections
Catching fire in the watery eyes of humility
Stretching forth His kodachrome hand
Suspending His symphony of colors within a stillness
Displaying gentle flashes of fearful and trembling hues
Taking us home momentarily
To regenerate us in preparation
For His next gift of a new brilliant sunrise
markusurealious/windpoet
Tuesday 2 November 2010
A Shot-Gun Wedding
This reading from the late great poet Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973) is my latest favourite of England's finest...
Monday 25 October 2010
T.S Eliot reading 'The Love Song of Sir Alfred Prufrock'
"Let us go then, you and I,
While the evening is spread out against the sky..."
How romantic, but there's more...
I found an original recording of Mr Eliot reading his magnum opus on YouTube. (Pay attention to the end part where he describes the waves). It's good stuff!
Thursday 21 October 2010
Synergy: A Collaboration. A Piece of our minds.
Friends and Computers:
For some really stupid reasons we file some away forever; yet a few eventually make it out of the bin and recycle back. A few might be in a police file, and there are some who probably should be in the X files. There are those who can play our hearts like a keyboard and whisper all types of digitized sweet nothings to brighten our screens. Other times we search for the right passwords to bring back those we have defaulted, trying everything we can to open them back up to us again. Those that we inadvertently cut might later feel like pasting us....and also think about putting a boot-up our @*#! Real special ones know just how to gently defrag us. On occasion we turn ourselves into fine-tuned engines and search for just the right one to surf through the rest of our life together with. Yet so many times we somehow never let get downloaded the right programs to upgrade us. Then there is God, Who knows us all without ever having to use google. Who can processes trillions of requests - then answer them all in the twinkling of an eye, sending his Spirit to virus scan our hearts in order to restore our hard driven souls - reinstalling purpose as He Casts His Net. He then leaves it entirely up to us if we want to be deleted out of his Facebook of life or not... but would rather have us all His best friends forever.
Mr KKBB
***
And this is what came out the other end...
An Ode; To the Few
Seasons of men are filed
and reviled
reasons for that which they lack;
'Tis treason to assume
that a few in their gloom
can't recycle themselves from their bins and back.
A few
might be logged in police piles,
and some who belong in the X files.
There are those who can play our hearts like a keyboard,
typing with whispers in digitized dreams
to sweeten our screens
Ice scream!
A few
are searching for passwords
with swords to bring the defaulted
and exalted.
Trying in pain
to reach and to teach
opening wounds up again,
in vein.
A few
by mistake
we've cut up like cake.
And in place of a hand
(just for good measure and with way too much pleasure)
we've offered a swift boot to the head.
Instead.
A few
of the silent know how to coerce
and gently defrag us.
No cuss.
No fuss.
A few
are brighter than most!
Outstanding alone and tall as a post!
Winking and shining, tugging her boats from out of the bleak...
upon shores of rocks
designed for the weak.
A house of light....
Is He.
Knowing us inside and out.
Without google, or frugle, or poodles with noodles, processing trillions and squillions of rants
twinkling His eye from out of the skies
scanning our hearts
and restoring the hard
driven souls from our wants
and desires.
Installing the wires
again and again
in the rain.
Not a few
but for all!
His net stretching wide to catch the Fall;
The deleted, deflated, fragmented, placated, the Faces with and without.
Booking the lives of our time.
Sublime!
So from out of the bin
all's forgiven
He's risen!
Lending us time
to climb
back again
with renewal
of a greater precision.
***
Monday 11 October 2010
A Job for Steve
Saturday 4 September 2010
And now for some NEWS
Pakistanis and cricket-lovers were mortified after a newspaper sting appeared to show members of the Pakistani test side agreeing, through an agent, to rig parts of a game against England in exchange for £150,000 ($230,000). Pakistan's prime minister, Yousaf Raza Gilani, spoke for many when he said accusations against the team "have caused great embarrassment for the entire nation."
Jennifer Aniston arrived in Africa earlier this week to sign the papers to adopt a 33 year old man named Nagassi. An adoption agency in the U.S helped Jen secure Nagassi from an east African orphanage and will soon be the Hollywood actor's new boyfriend. For years Ms. Aniston has tried unsuccessfully to get a man the natural way but now finally has someone to share her life with. Mr Nagassi was reported to being a little shy when they first met but she apparently took him in her arms and said, "you're mine now, you'll be with me forever, and you're not going anywhere." Best of luck to the happy couple.
Monday 30 August 2010
Always Late, But Worth the Wait
I've had the line "slouching towards Bethlehem" running around my mind and I found it's origin at the end of a Yeats poem I studied in grammar school. The def. of gyre is a circular or spiral form; a vortex.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Sunday 22 August 2010
I'm gonna wash that Air right outta my Show
Two seagulls flying along the motorway were passed by a roaring jet plane. The one gull turns to the other and says, "Caw, I wish I could fly like that". And the other replies, "You would if you had two bottoms on fire!"
The first day of Britain's Air Show commenced five days ago, filling the skies with ear-drumming resonance as spit-fires, red arrows, and everything else in between went pounding over-head. I don't know much about WWII and my knowledge of planes is even thinner. I remember being at home with my father that day and him recognizing the rumble of a Lancaster droning in the distance. Without a word he left his desk and I followed him to the window where we caught a glimpse of an historical bird pummeling by, like a steamroller on wings.
But unlike last year this show caught the wrath of Britain's most dismal and soul-destroying weather which spat upon it's fire-works, tourists, and throngs of people turned out to anticipate the thundering arrival of the Vulcan and Euro Bomber divas, hoping to amends the gloomy skies. The weather never came, the event nose-dived, and the clouds were wrung out to dry hanging like a rag over the exodus of disillusioned families on holiday making their way back home. Somewhere above the trail of traffic and high above the clouds a mechanical flock with their bottoms on fire flew home.
http://bournemouthairshow2010.co.uk/
Saturday 14 August 2010
Breaking up with Capitalism
I live in Bournemouth on the south coast of England. I call it the Florida of Britain because similar to the sunny state, it has a temperate climate, a great beach, and lots of old people. I live in the neighbouring village of Westbourne which is bound together by Victorian shops and two story flats built in the late 1800's by Henry Joy's and I happen to live in the heart of it. There's a butcher, a baker, a bookstore, a shoe maker, and a place to buy a candlestick. Makers of fine clothiers, hat-makers, and jewelers are drawn into the fabric of Westbourne making it the most fashionable pocket in Dorset.
The small community is also nourished with four good pubs, three Indian restaurants, a first rate Greek eatery, a French patisserie, and a Bang and Olufsen shop to boot. My bank is a stone's throw away and the tellers know my name and never ask for i.d. Even the local street sleeper Ralph, who used to sleep in the bushes died tragically a year ago is still missed and remembered by everyone. So how can a trendy district such as this, with bad parking and expensive clothes care so much for a roughian?
But the busiest business is a convenience shop run by a South African couple. It operates like clockwork opening at 5am till ten at night. Patriotic flags hang outside and with hanging baskets of flowers. Directly above, the flats have been drastically improved with new windows and a repaired roof, sandwiched between lazy landlords who I imagine must wince by comparison. This couple have carved out a living for themselves and probably risked a lot in doing so. So capitalism -Yes!
A Mega-Mart lies up the street, a short 15 minute walk away, with it's 24 hour shopping, ample parking, and petrol. But this hog has decided to moor a piggy ship in the middle of Westbourne. It's prices compete by tens of pennies and will cost the community it's personality and intimacy which drove people here in the first place. Now is that a fair trade?
Capitalism I think needs revising.
Tuesday 10 August 2010
The man who rocked the boat
Christopher Hitchens is a peddler of atheism and has published books in it's defence. A century ago Charles Dickens said, "An education without God, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a clever devil".
Hitchens has been struck by the cancer stick. He'll die by and bye, but I'd love to be there when he meets Jerry Falwell on the other side.
Wednesday 21 July 2010
BEST SUMMER IN 100 YEARS
Thanks to a glorious summer, this garden of mine has yielded; peas, and over-grown mange-tout madness maze, lettuce spry and turgid enough to make a green grocer wilt and enough spuds to supply a McDonalds. My strawberries never make it to the table, and soon they'll be onions, and globe carrots, and more lettuce, red this time. Don't ask about my cabbages because they lay in ruin and the sizable slug cemetery nearby proves it so, and a devil of a butterfly who won't quit laying her ravenous spawn in the up-turned palms of the great and green leaves. Speaking of green, my thumb pales in comparison to my dirty fingernails.
But I must have done something right because a toad has moved into the vicinity and went to work on the slugs like a ravenous grave-digger. But in truth, my toad sat there and refused my live offering like a child turning down a plate of brussel sprouts. But toads are good for gardens, they say, and I hope he stays. It's been hard work and it hasn't been until now, writing all this, that how fun, inspiring, and therapeutic this exercise has been for me.
And still, the miserable Brits are complaining about the heat wave.
Saturday 12 June 2010
1-1
"Projection occurs when a person sees in another qualities they themselves possess. This phenomenon goes on daily in most relationships and encounters. Whenever a person is convinced that the awful qualities seen in another person have nothing to do with him or herself, a projection is mostly likely being engaged. This does not mean, however, that these qualities are not present. It merely means that they probably exist, to some extent, in the person observing them.
"The Good News/Bad News Attraction.
"Another common projection involves envy. When a person envies another, more than likely that person already possesses the qualities in some unexpressed state. Whether observing negative or positive qualities, more than likely that person is engaged in projection and existing under a kind of spell. They are not seeing all that is. How to awaken from this spell and reclaim a true picture of a person or situation becomes an important task in self-development.
"The good news is that a person already possesses those qualities they thought they lacked; the bad news is that that a person already possesses those qualities they thought they lacked! What attracts two people is that each possesses what the other wants. The secret is that what the other wants is already locked away in inside themselves. Unfortunately, the rule applies both ways. Whatever a person feels is safely locked away from view can be generally found alive and well in another."
Carl Jung was a grave but brave optimist!
Who are we not forgive one another? Whether you like it or not, we have to, like speed limits and taxes. But by examining our faults through the projections we find in each other we can refine our selfish selves, and at the end of the day we are brothers and sisters in arms.
So before we go big and be a martyr for all the wrong doers that have pissed us off for years and years, let us take a moment to be gentle and kind especially to ourselves and also to our enemies.
So let us be kind.
Monday 31 May 2010
And the Mirror answered sweet and low, "The horse's name is Mistletoe."
Female attendees to this royal event are required to wear a hat, which is a relief to me because my short hair (due to neglect) has wilted into an indistinguishable long-short-do which, at the best of times, can neither brace the wind nor stand up to the lightest of showers. So I'll put off another trip to the salon and invite my Mum to go hat shopping with me instead, or I might just concoct something myself out of brick-a-brack and a bit of tinsel.
As for Ascot, The Queen herself will be in attendance and, to preserve tradition and boost pageantry, she'll arrive each day in a horse-drawn carriage. Ascot is a shot in the arm for Britain's social calendar, and the press coverage of attendees often exceeds that of the actual racing. The Royal Enclosure has a strict dress code—gentlemen must wear full morning dress including a top hat, whilst ladies are not permitted to show bare midriffs or shoulders and must wear hats. But alas, I won't be allowed into that corral stuffed with peacocks and penguins, instead I'll be grazing with the lesser known charlatans, commoners, and serfs wearing a baseball cap.
On the left is Beatrice, the daughter of Prince Andrew and Fergie, and the best of British journalists captioned her as "The Princess and the Pea". Brilliant!
Saturday 29 May 2010
Late but worth the wait
But I didn't gripe at being stranded at Trafalgar Square. It was a black and red pageantry of taxis and buses versus tourists and pigeons which flurried beneath the great neck of Nelson's Column, while his nobler cousin Big Ben loomed over his shoulder sitting comfortably in the mist by Thames. Nay, did I grumble one bit. After an hour or two of waiting, I retreated to the nearest coffee boutique which had sofas, warm jazz, and free wi-fi, and I watched my London whirl on by.
Thursday 27 May 2010
Crossing Pollen
Rely on friends and be just as dependable in return. But somewhere in life I picked up along the way (and it's hardly a skill) to expect nothing from those people on the fringe, you know the ones floating around in neutral waters that haven't done anything yet. Then when the time comes and they fail, you are prepared but when they do come through with the goods you are pleasantly surprised, elated even! So "expect nothing and aim low". But that hardly makes for sound advice and barely passes for an insolent bumper sticker. Anyway, here's this...
Friday 21 May 2010
Betta Billboards
What a shame all my fish are dead.
http://www.myoocreate.com/challenges/innovation-for-biodiversity-photo-contest#view_entries_
Wednesday 19 May 2010
Thursday 13 May 2010
Someone else's song from a long time ago...
Thursday 5 November 2009
Notes on Britain Part I
God Save The Queen!
Monday 10 August 2009
The scene behind the work
Thursday 2 July 2009
Tuesday 5 May 2009
Happy Cinco de Mayo but for my friend Tommy: He's not exactly in synch with denial....
My heart is pounding with Salt Lake Rhythms ushered in by Robert Burns and his lady love Clarinda; an amateur Poess who was hot on his heels.
Monday 20 April 2009
The Puffin Crunch
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Since Blogger was launched in 1999, blogs have reshaped the web, impacted politics, shaken up journalism, and enabled millions of people to have a voice and connect with others.
And we are pretty sure the whole deal is just getting started.
Saturday 11 April 2009
"Don't leave your bag in a car" another proverb from George Joyce
Wednesday 8 April 2009
You can't scam a scammer - George Joyce
Thursday 2 April 2009
He wasn't that bad after all.
High-ho high-ho it's off to work I go
Today, I have an interview with a guy I met in the village who's the assistant manager at some chain restaurant over here. I have the job, the interview is just a formality or more accurately, an opportunity for him to showcase his minute position of authority and flirt with me alone in his office. I've been rehearsing all morning how to look interested and how NOT to roll my eyes, but keep fantasizing about a swift left hook to his face. Hoo-aah!
I'll have to remember to NOT mention the ole blog in the interview.... let's wish him luck. Mr Kiss Kiss Bang Bang showed some compassion to the poor chap and rightly pointed out that he hasn't a clue as to who he's dealing with....
Wednesday 1 April 2009
He's not a Siamese Fighting Fish, but a fighter nonetheless
There's a Cockney man (cab driver type) that I have befriended here in the uppity little village of Westbourne and before I paint a picture of im through clever words and quoting his magnificent colloquialisms of old London I'll show you this photo I took of him. I'm sure Charles Dickens would have done the same if he could.
Meet George Joyce - born and raised in Landon town and is the last of a dying breed who loves his country and hates bureaucrats. But he chooses to fight them and claim every benefit he can just so the mass exodus of immigrants can't. I'm on the front lines of socialism warfare over here.
"The country's gone MAD!" he says rolling a cigarette using smuggled 'baccy' a friend of his picked up in Gibraltar. Tobacco gets taxed 3 times just crossing border lines within the E.U. He told me yesterday that, after filling out copious amounts of paperwork ("cor blimey") that The Council has decided that he's eligible to receive 50p a week for housing benefit. "That's more than a bloody postage stamp" he barks. Other great words are "barmy" and "crikey". He called me "clever clogs" the other day and I nearly died, it took me waaay back. I also got a cloud of tax free tobacco smoke in my face.
The man is a class act, the real McCoy and a fella I'm privileged to know. He should be followed around with a camera for all of us to enjoy. I'm sad to have lost my phone because, while talking with George one time and asking him a million questions like some kind of reporter, I had my finger on the record button. He knows this because I'm not sneaky and I can tell the man anything.
He's living the BettaLife without even knowing it. And I'll explain why sooner or later.
Monday 30 March 2009
Learning how to say sorry
Sunday 29 March 2009
Wednesday 25 March 2009
'Just Keep Buggering On' - Winston Churchill
Starbuck, my love and hero sits in a prison cell and will remain there for 2-6 months. That's his trial designed perfectly for him. As horrible as it sounds and as embarrassing as it is for me to be in love with an 'inmate' I have to respect God's plan and not to compare my trial with his or anyone elses for that matter.
Then there's my eternal friend, Sister Bacon Sizzle (you know who you are!) and I recall her experience from about 15 years ago when she asked the Universe for a challenge specific to her weaknesses so she may grow stronger. She got the challenge alright and overcame it beautifully but not without significant pain and frustration. What a woman! Her humility is astounding. I'm grateful to her and Mr KK/BB's, my parents, and Starbuck's, for I sit on the shoulders of giants and I'm learning everyday from The Master. My Muse.
So as I reflect upon these things, the feeling and presence of something greater than myself overcomes me. And what's more, I look to my left and see Puffin blowing his third bubble nest this month. He has forgiven me!
My friends, life goes on and things will invariably get worse or better but can always improve once we understand that our challenges cannot be compared to our brother's plight and that we realize our sentence is measured according to our own unique design. And then as we wake up to the challenge of our new dawning day, like a feast waiting to be devoured, we can allow the richness of life to wash over us. But before that happens we must be forced to our needs.
Happy belated Mothers Day Mom:)
Comic Relief aka Red Nose Day here in the UK
Tuesday 24 March 2009
http://abettablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-words-of-my-dear-friendaunt-marie.html
Monday 23 March 2009
Suicidal Blonde
Saturday 21 March 2009
Attention all BettaHeads
http://abettablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/tails-cuddling-and-other-trials.html
Either Puffin is suicidal or I'm just a careless and negligent Betta Fish owner. So please BettaHeads keep your water level at least below an inch from the top of the bowl. If you forget (like I did) put some kind of cover over it. Like an empty Harrods Chocolate box for example. Puffin - I love you and I'm glad that today I'm not saying R.I.P Puffin
Tuesday 17 March 2009
Getting to know Ralph
Finally!
I guess he needed the salt.
I over-filled Puffin Palace as well
Let's hope he doesn't jump out.
Sunday 15 March 2009
Saturday 14 March 2009
Going with the flow
The first time I offered Ralph a loaf of brown bread he turned it down, I wish I could remember his reason now. A second time I offered him one of my two-for-one packs of cookies and he refused saying he couldn't eat sugar because it's bad for his "teef". Tonight I offered the guy my bottle of water and he said he had plenty already. The man sleeps in a bush, I've seen him! He's not a phony, but I can't stop thinking of that Seinfeld episode of "Top of the Muffin" when the homeless shelter turns down donations because the sacks of muffins were topless.
While I'm on a rant, let's turn to the nearly topless tramps that makes up Bournemouth High Society. I am a photographer for the highly fashionable and borderline pornographic publication of DV8 magazine where I go out at night and take photos of Bournemouth's must be "scene" in bars and clubs. I take pictures of STUNNING women; they've got the hair, the skinny arms, the lips, you name it, it's ALL going on. I'll take their photo and right after the shot they come clip-clopping over to view my LCD screen and then squawk that I must erase it (which I don't) and insist that I take another one. They then adjust themselves into a peacock-like pose far from the beauty I captured of them at first. It's madness I tell you, madness! After those nights, I'm glad to get home where I meet Puffin preening himself as nature intended.
I've still got the flu but at least I have FIRE!
Monday 9 March 2009
There's a bug been going around; Latin Fever
"The look of total insolence!!! You have the WORST attitude Jobim. You were such a cute kid too. What on earth happened to you?? And how long have you been wearing that ridiculous bandanna? Mom said she's never having you over again, last Sunday was a disaster. You know my family are conservative republicans - what the hell were you thinking covering our front lawn with your handmade Che Guevara signs? Don't you know he's been dead for over 40 years, thereby making it impossible for anyone to "VOTE FOR CHE"?! It's "Viva Che" you moron."
Taken by my great therapist Eric Patton on my two month holistic retreat in the BC Rockies Canada.
Friday 6 March 2009
Aloha! (a post revisited)
I remember living with them a few years back, there was an LED light in the kitchen which illuminated each time the garage door opened, signaling Dad pulling in from work. I recall on many occasions, while chatting to Mum in the kitchen her seeing that light come on and running off into the bathroom to either adjust her hair or slap on a bit of lipstick.
Congratulations Mum and Dad; 33 years and still going strong!
Wednesday 4 March 2009
Singing in the drizzle
But then there's always Mr Kiss Kiss bringing me home with his CamCam...
Grand Tetons Wyoming/Idaho border, spring 2008
courtesy Dave Christensen
It was about this time last year that I had about eight fish living in their separate bowls spread all over my tiny apartment and it had gotten so cold that I had to move them all into my warmer and much smaller bedroom. I was livin-la-bettaloca. There were so many bowls it was like a Chihuly glass exhibit!
(McQueen - right click on the highlighted links and select "open in new tab")
I heard something today and I can't stop thinking about it; that my expensive camera "aint worth a bob unless it's put to good use in saving mankind." And the man is right. He tells me that seagulls are feeding in landfills 100 miles inland instead of the food waste that could be dumped out in the ocean where the seagulls belong. My camera isn't worth a dime if I don't change the course of life for something better. I've written a poem but it's under construction so you'll have to wait.
And this was the geezer. A wise man, a blimin' wise man.
Remembering Diablo or is it Phil
Sunday 1 March 2009
**Puffin Police**
Some of the boughs hang down like a hammock and there Puffin sits and watches my every move, adjusting himself as I move around the room. It's the weirdest thing since Rojo.
Siamese Fighting Fish are among God's greatest creations! And the movie "Hot Fuzz" is one of man's...
Wednesday 25 February 2009
...to be? That is the question.
So, clinging to an empty barrel like someone lost at sea I ask myself what is FACT. What do I know? What do you know? I know beauty, virtue, and goodness when I see it and that I am a spiritual being having a human experience. That makes sense. That resonates and vibrates truth rhythms throughout my soul. When I'm in doubt about moral issues I'm grateful for my Dad who I go to for advice and direction. And when I'm alone and my brain and soul are divided and twice removed, and my to-do list is scrambled with egg and coffee stains I ask myself to make the distinction between what is important and what is urgent. And then I can move forward.
Wednesday 18 February 2009
Don't go changing BettaHeads, miss you already
Tuesday 17 February 2009
A prayer for the grieving
Sunday 15 February 2009
O Puffin, Get over it!
- O my luve is like a red, red rose
- That's newly sprung in June;
- O my luve's like the melodie
- That's sweetly played in tune.
- As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
- So deep in luve am I;
- And I will luve thee still, my dear,
- Till a' the seas gang dry.
- Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
- And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
- I will luve thee still, my dear,
- While the sands o' life shall run.
- And fare thee weel, my only love,
- And fare thee weel, awhile!
- And I will come again, my love
- Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
And he huffed and he puffed and he blew and blew.....
One day as we were both staring at each other wondering what the other was thinking, and me trying to put myself in his fins, he popped up to the surface for a breath. It then occurred to me how bright the bulb of my lamp must be in his eyes every time he ascends so I placed over his vase a black 6x4 piece of cardboard to shield him from the glare.
I continued with my work on the computer and about 20 minutes later saw that Puffin's bubblenest had almost tripled in size! I have been studying/writing about BettaFish for over a year now and I have never read anywhere that a dark cover on a Betta Bowl would encourage bubblenest blowing.
This is breaking news for all Betta enthusiasts.
Friday 13 February 2009
What is a bubblenest?
One day you wake up and see a grouping of tiny bubbles at the surface of the water in your betta’s tank. It may be along the tank wall, right in the middle, on the edge of a plant leaf, or another special place in your betta’s tank. What are all of these little clear bubbles you may wonder?
This huge bubblenest was blown by the betta Ermac. (Photo taken by Mike).
The purpose of a bubblenest
While it’s just fun for us to observe our betta building and tending to his bubblenest, the nest itself actually serves a very important purpose in the spawning process between male and female. A male betta builds a bubblenest as a means of attracting a female to mate. Once the nest and male gets the approval of a female and a spawn occurs, the male will place and tend to the fertilized eggs in the nest where they will later hatch.
The building of a bubblenest
If you’re lucky enough to catch your betta blowing bubbles for his nest, which usually takes place in the dark at night, it’s quite the interesting procedure. The male will take in air at the surface, then swim to the area beneath where the nest is being made and release a small bubble or two. The betta will continue this method back and forth until a nest of many bubbles is formed as they build up beneath each other. The actual bubbles are produced with mucous and you will notice they stick well to each other and any surrounding surfaces, which serves as a means to keeping eggs safe in the nest.
Tuesday 10 February 2009
Now bzzzz has been silenced
The Busy Bee - a poem
When they walk through the door I consider them mine.
I tend bar at The Bee; a dive bar on State
We serve chowder for lunch and stay open till late.
I’ve heard many stories from behind the beer taps
The fish grows by inches after every Pabst.
But it’s more than just burgers and blue collar beer
They come for the “Hey Hun, it’s about time you were here!”
The regular fellows are Paul, Bob, or Mike
And a bearded Green Bay fan who arrives on a bike.
There’s a priest, and a poet, and a blond with long hair
And a grumpy old cop who sleeps in his chair.
There’s a phone with no numbers not even a dial
And the men’s room is scary and needs some new tile.
There’s a photo of George dressed up like a girl
The loudest one in there he's deaf, and it's Earl.
The beer has been flowing for some 65 years
It started with veterans but now there’s some queers.
Speaking of which let’s turn to the Greeks
The first to say homos were humans not freaks!
They’re mad with the Romans and resent the Turks
And still taking credit for Plato’s great works.
So unless you’re in Greece don’t bother with feta
Did you think that you would ever see
beer dispensed by 2 stunning Queen Bees
Serving chilled golden nectar from 'On Tap'
with frosted base and frothy cap
Dreaming as you sit and stare
smelling sweet brews mist in the air
That maybe they'll let you drink all day
until your mind just drafts away
Then imagining your mouth might press
against a kegs sparkling effervescent breast
But sometimes in complete surprise
they'll bring you a ruben and nice order of fries
Poems are composed by fools like me
as I watch Mira and Cindy serving beer
at the Busy Bee
Sunday 8 February 2009
A Major Kink in their Plans
R.I.P. The Busy Bee Bar and Grill
At least we're not saying goodbye to BarnaBee the resident Betta fish I bought while I was there. And I believe he's in good hands, thanks to my good friend Cheri:)
For the Bee photo album click here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/britlette/BUSYBEEWEBALBUM#
(Hello Mike - welcome to the web!!)
Saturday 7 February 2009
Puffin and the Bloodworms
This is my new fish by the way. His name is Puffin and I love him. He's everything you'd want in a Betta; attentive, thoughtful, and even conscientious enough to "go" in his tree...
"Puffin Palace"
"Puffin Poo"