It’s just that I keep thinking about that elephant. The big plaster of paris one, that they chained up in the square or something, and then left there to fall apart.
That moment in the movie also annoyed me. Fur slippers, Sneakers, and I Want Candy. In the end it was far more suited to Gossip Girls. Converse anyone?
Nah, keep the change, let me stick it in your lapel for you. You know those Catholic Priests kept me locked up in that stupid parlour every Saturday afternoon for goddam eternity? I couldn’t get away either. It became quite a habit.
Imagine if the best Chinese writer ever wasn’t even Chinese, China. But it gets worse, China, before it gets better. So you’re sitting glumly on a train station, and you can’t stop thinking; what would happen if I took a running leap between those two trains. Who would care. And there’s a sign flashing somewhere just outside of your vision – what is that? HP Sauce? Hewlett Packard? Hyde Park? Where would one go? Heaven? Hell? Could one come back? Would one be the same person? A ghost? What to do for a name? What was it that one had loved, had loved the most, had really loved and what, what to do for a name.
LaPierre. Where is LaPierre. LaPierre with the NRA. Wayne LaPierre. Mr LaPierre, there you are. I am aware Mr LaPierre that you were not the one to come up with the name, NRA. Still you’d’ve thought someone would’ve taken you aside and explained it to you. It is sooooo not a good name. You know if you let your guard down even just once the young ones are going to leap on you and eat your flesh? It Has Happened Before.
Well it was just that Mr Putin had been so quiet I thought he must have gone into the entertainment business or something. We only get a press conference when there’s a movie coming out.
Honestly Mr Putin, I don’t know why I’m suddenly thinking about how easily our perception is affected. I just know that you don’t have to be in Siberia for your boiling water to cool instantly. Don’t be an arsehole.
He is right about one thing though. If the sun can last for 7 billion years, and has “already lived through” to 4.5 billion years, then there are 4.5 billion years left.
But you do love to sit up there on your press conferences and cackle about obscure things, Mr Putin. If today yesterday was the 21st, and you are making some obscure reference to 4.5, then that takes us up to – what. Christmas?
Why was Baba Yaga kind to Vasilia, anyway. Do you think it’s right that there should be any place in a church “where only men can go”? Then what does your God do. Wait outside?
Also, Baba Yaga says of Vasilia “I smell a Russian!”. What does that mean. That she was a Russian and could tell it was another Russian? That she wasn’t a Russian and could tell it was another Russian? That she was in a place where there weren’t a lot of Russians? Something else?
Okay. I’ve been trying to figure out what was bothering me. It’s Roe and Wade. How did such a hugely divisive issue end up being called “Roe” and “Wade”. And how does it become an issue in gun debate.
The “right to bear arms”. Is that what all those bears are about, that we’re seeing in the memorial pictures? Is that what they mean? I think it’s not very appropriate.
It has to be said, I’m sorry. Assault rifles are not guns. They are weapons of mass destruction, and you are not allowed to have those. It is also not appropriate.
Well here’s how I see the whole “Roe and Wade” thing. I imagine that I was just sitting quietly minding my own business on a picturesque crag overlooking a quiet sea. When out of the blue came bloody Mull of Kintyre. Row? Wade? No Sir, I’d bloody run, that’s what I’d do. But not toward the Fiscal Cliff. Back, I’d run back. To a nice, sensible, and reasonably modern track.
But back to Roe and Wade. How did such a hugely divisive issue end up being called Roe and Wade. A hugely important issue. An issue that has appeared, disappeared, and reappeared in the gun debate, but never so much as recently. If the US changes their minds on this issue, due to political pressure from the right, how will we know?
Karen Carpenter. She was a woman who loved music. You can see her in the song “We’ve only just begun”. She wants to play the drums. And she wants to play the piano. And instead they make her sit up straight and smile. And you can see how uncomfortable she is with that.
It does seem like there was a lot of discussion about what to do with Marie Antoinette after they threw her in the Gaol. It seems that there was some consideration to sell her off. But who would have wanted a Queen of France. In the end, they cut off her head.
There were some who thought The Age of Aquarius would never end. That we would never be rid of it on TV, never find it missing from our Theatrical Troupes. There were some who wondered. What did we do to deserve this.
How silly. It never occurred to me that it operated kind of like a two-part play. Aquarius is kind of Google-like, dashing around the world, and then Let the Sun Shine On In with them singing and dancing joyously as they’re about to be burned up by a sun with increasingly wobbly effects. It’s quite good how they’ve done that.
Oh, they could be butterflies and bumblebees. How the hell would I know. Disney makes me queasy. I do wonder why they keep distorting their body image though.
Fat thighs, thin thighs, I can no longer remember which it is supposed to be. But for those of you who might read this train and feel confused, we are looking at The 5th Dimension – Aquarius-Let The Sunshine In 1969 on Youtube, in which they are standing on an inverted flying saucer, wearing pink and brown, and hurtling toward an unforgiving sun.
Then there’s this bit just after half-time where there appears to be a second layer to the backdrop and there’s some kind of – monster? in it. Fine for you to be looking for it and feeling queasy – I wasn’t actually looking at all, that’s what messed me up.
I think the moral of the ‘Hansel and Gretel’ story is, ‘It’s either eat or be eaten’… To me this seems obvious.
Fairytales’ morals are often very obvious as long as one doesn’t make the mistake of trying to interpret them through ‘post-christian’ moralities; their roots are pre-christian and can only be properly undersood exegetically…
I know a lot of people would be thinking: where was the key. Surely the witch would have kept it in her pocket? I know that’s where I’d have kept it, if I was the witch. But how could Gretel have got the cage open after she’d already shoved the witch into the oven. And I don’t have an answer.
Well. I have been unable to move on from the flying saucer version, I just like it too much. But no luck with the pink rug, and I am still thinking about Marie Antoinette. I quite liked that movie, and also I quite liked the book that was I think written for the movie, which I read first but did not quite finish. There was this thing that I got from the book that I found very helpful. It was about Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette didn’t spend her time bemoaning. She didn’t think oh, I am lonely, is what I am trying to say. Here in my big palace with all these courtiers and a husband who nevermind. All that talk is very new-fashioned. No, Marie Antoinette came from a very different time in the world, a time when people understood that a contract is a contract and an alliance is an alliance. Marie Antoinette just did what she could to get by. And if everyone wanted a piece of the cake, then that was what everyone got.
But yes! That is gloomy. Now we can have our own Parties. Design our own Home Goods. Write our own Cookbooks. Sell Them All online. It is The Enlightenment of The People. It is The Revolution.
Oh no what a dreary ending. Rather, turn now to Let The Sun Shine In, the version where they’re all wearing blue pant suits and running from a covered wagon.
In the same way, you see, that all those animals, all those characters, in those stories were not really male, Marie Antoinette was not really female. I found it a little difficult to relate. Snugglepot and Cuddlepie, however, were somehow something again.
Everyone except, of course two-thirds of the population of France… which was virtually starving, quite literally as a result of Marie’s extravagances and gambling debts, not to mention her hubby’s insistence (most ironically) on funding the fledgling United States of America’s ‘War of Independence’ from France’s rival England, in the hope that this war would keep the Brits of the Frenchies’ backs!
Marie may not have been personally ‘at fault’, in the sense that all she did was just exactly what was expected of her, but the degree of ritualization of court life and the stultifying effect this had on French society at the time is beautifully depicted in the movie starring Kirsten Dunst; it reflects a society which is, whether it realizes it or not (and evidently, it didn’t!) just crying out for a revolution…
If you remember, Lehan, I once gave a spontaneous review of this movie and said I thought it was a ‘very important’ movie… I still think so… but I wonder if the neo-Cons will ever get the message… ‘Marionettes’ the lot of ’em!
Yes, but I don’t know that they actually get the Revolution in this movie, Asty. If you check out the ending again, it finishes with them driving off in their Lexus, casting a nostalgic eye at their rented chalet. All those people with stakes outside may have been simply protesting about the noise. And though they do moan somewhat about what it’s costing them in America, I do get the impression that they would do it again if they had the chance.
It’s an interesting thing, the table. Everything has changed, they say, and yet the table remains the same; you only see Marie Antoinette and Louis sitting at it. Does everyone still have the same delectable fare that they used to, has the standard dropped for everyone? I’d have been more convinced if we’d seen some change there.
Considering the visual logic of the film that key appears to have been smallpox. Perhaps also Abstinence. Quarantine. Banning all the Good Ladies from the Royal Chambers. And then luck.
I am going to the bakery on the corner of my street.
I am obsessed with the bakery being so close, within reach and have been since I saw this wonderful painting. In the early hours of this day.
Life, considering repetition, is a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. I have never conceved of that idea before.
I have studied philosophy all up and down the shop. Not the shop as in bakery.
I am speaking metaphorically about having been in a lot of shops trying to purchase knowledge. Can’t be done. Not the knowledge with great big dollops of cream squeezed between melt-in-your-mouth pastry.
Big M, if you ever would like to go to a bakery driven by the inspiration of ‘the bakery’ I reckon you would like it in one. I haven’t been in one for ages.
Shoe, I have never before considered Lie to be a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. And I a mightily impressed with it. Please continue to look at the painting after the bakeries have closed for the night, it is very helpful.
What a wonderful Slip, Lehan. I swear that’s revelatory. It will be the result of Free Falling. That is always followed by a Slip. Says me but we can say it’s Alice.
It seemed to me when it popped into my head – what I said about life being a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought – significant. I am mighty taken with it. I feel as if reading Oliver Sacks like a devoted puppy has metamorphosed into original thought, leastwise a thought that contains a bundle of influences really but particularly a way of looking at the imagination of art.
The telephone beside me rang its shrill demand. The computer turned itself off. Turning it on Windows update failed to configure correctly. An unseen hand said so and claimed it reverted to the old settings. Windows update configured. I am back..
I observe more than 30 minutes has passed since I began my reply. I have rescued a dish on the kitchen bench from an ant colony licking the plastic clean. Loaded the washing machine. Walked a circuit of the garden. Attended back to the computer. Brought in the rubbish bin from the sidewalk. Turned on the computer which turned itself off.
Tut! The computer fandangle it turned off severally. I was saying when it did…
Dream theory came next to mind apropos the statement that life is a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. I know the influence. It harks back to my father saying earnestly there must be a reason for dreams (“there must be, Christina”). He meant not psychology or stress release in the ephemeral sense but for the physical body.
I did go to the bakery Lehan, although you know you are right, there is more than one claimant to the title. It is bakeries. I went however to the bakery on the corner of the street where I live and driven as I was in a blush of creative energy the apple confectionery I bought barely made a dent on my hunger for sweet nourishment.
Sandshoe, I am not sure of what is this singular verb of which you speak. But have you tried real vanilla? I found some at the department store, it’s pretty good, especially in a cup of tea, might go well with your bakery goods. As it is very cold over here I am getting by with chocolate and mandarines. Excellent musings, I think there is a reason for dreams too. But there are different kinds of dreams; I guess they must have different reasons.
the proposition in this case was originally that all dreaming must have one function (physiological) & perhaps our functional use of dreaming is not that ‘simple’…now I am fascinated with this idea again … a number of reasons eh … maybe tailor made although I wonder about chemical chaos ….
btw I have real vanilla pods for soaking in cold soy milk that is ice cold..hot days here now Lehan and nights and the vanilla lifts the tedium for the palate…I am very fond of real vanilla.
Today I’m very grateful to The Guardian for their story about the Turkish TV drama Magnificent Century. In 2008 I watched the Japanese NHK Year-Long drama Atsuhime (Princess Atsu) which seemed to be somewhat influenced by the Sophie Coppola film Marie Antoinette, and god only knows what that was somewhat influenced by, and when I watch Magnificent Century, which is pretty wonderful, I am filled with wonder.
According to The Guardian, “One MP, with Erdogan’s backing, is proposing a law to ban shows that “denigrate, insult, pervert or misrepresent historical events and personages”. Well, I guess that’s not funny if they apply it just to some kind of “historical fact” that they pull out of somewhere. It is though very funny to me when I watch Magnificent Century. There is a very wonderful 1 hour and 40 minute episode with english subtitles, and I am filled with wonder at how these handsome and refined peoples are also so very fiesty. I am thinking that without too much more mixing we will soon have an absolutely megaificent combination.
Unfortunately if you read the synopsis it starts to sound all too much like Gossip Girls, and suddenly the magic is lost. Ah well. I strongly recommend you watch 1.5 – 2 hours and then make up the rest.
You know I heard this story once about russian wood stoves. I can’t tell you how great these russian wood stoves sound, I was very keen to make one. They said that these stoves were so efficient that a few small pieces of wood would keep the house warm for a day. You put the wood in and closed the flues until they were almost closed. The problem was if you closed the flues altogether, and then people would be killed from the whatever-it-is. Monodioxide or something. Lack of oxygen. This is what, they say, the servants used to do if their masters really annoyed them. So they had to instruct the servants to keep the flues open, and of course then they weren’t so fuel-efficient. Otherwise, having servants – even slaves! – looks like fun, doesn’t it?
Of course, if it’s fuel efficiency you’re looking at, you really could not go wrong with the Fujifilm Finepix camera – at least one of the versions that came out, which I by some miracle actually own. A camera with such a battery life that recharging is practically a new year ritual. That, apparently, is why they stopped making it.
Marie Antoinette. She had gone arrears, they say.
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It’s just that I keep thinking about that elephant. The big plaster of paris one, that they chained up in the square or something, and then left there to fall apart.
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It was a long time, you’d think they’d have done something about it.
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It must have really annoyed people.
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That moment in the movie also annoyed me. Fur slippers, Sneakers, and I Want Candy. In the end it was far more suited to Gossip Girls. Converse anyone?
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No elephants. And no lines.
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“Hong Kong Garden” with “These are a few of my favourite things”.
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I was thinking about Scientology. You don’t think a tired man thought to himself “Ma Hubbard”, do you?
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What day is it anyway. It’s suddenly feeling very Christmassy around here. Rubbish, that’s what does it.
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Hard to be sure,
sometimes I feel so insecure.
And love so distant, and obscure.
Remains the cure.
All by myself, don’t wanna be,
all by myself, any more.
All by myself, don’t wanna live,
all by myself, any more.
See? Lyrics. Try it on a musical near you.
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Some say, Jeh Zhu, that SHE’s the profit.
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And certainly I dream of a blue planet. D’yo think you could get one of those for me? Honey?
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Well, that’ll be ninety-eight problems then.
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Nah, keep the change, let me stick it in your lapel for you. You know those Catholic Priests kept me locked up in that stupid parlour every Saturday afternoon for goddam eternity? I couldn’t get away either. It became quite a habit.
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But now you is such a sweet young man, all the better for it.
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I’ve been thinking about Harry Potter.
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Yes but China’s not going to like it.
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Magical Realism, I think they call it. I hope you’re paying attention, Mr LaPierre.
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Imagine if the best Chinese writer ever wasn’t even Chinese, China. But it gets worse, China, before it gets better. So you’re sitting glumly on a train station, and you can’t stop thinking; what would happen if I took a running leap between those two trains. Who would care. And there’s a sign flashing somewhere just outside of your vision – what is that? HP Sauce? Hewlett Packard? Hyde Park? Where would one go? Heaven? Hell? Could one come back? Would one be the same person? A ghost? What to do for a name? What was it that one had loved, had loved the most, had really loved and what, what to do for a name.
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Ahhhh.
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All right. I was coming to that. I cannot believe that in this day and age there are still people who live like Ze Antoinettes.
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‘Nuf said, yo, kids, when you see “drug deal” think “Big Truffles”, and when you see “revolution”, think “Big Truffles”.
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Yo don’like the wimple, put a beard on it.
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Ah yes. Perhaps more people would have learned to ski if the boarders weren’t such dicks. And now no more snow. Con ci con sa.
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Ahhhhhhh.
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Don’t feel down Big Truffles.
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We can’t ALWAYS have more lines than China.
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LaPierre. Where is LaPierre. LaPierre with the NRA. Wayne LaPierre. Mr LaPierre, there you are. I am aware Mr LaPierre that you were not the one to come up with the name, NRA. Still you’d’ve thought someone would’ve taken you aside and explained it to you. It is sooooo not a good name. You know if you let your guard down even just once the young ones are going to leap on you and eat your flesh? It Has Happened Before.
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Well yes, you do need a new name, may I help you? We have a branch in Australia; most likely it gouges too, Could we call it the IRA?
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Oh lets just cut to the chase, Wayne. I’m thinking BURP.
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Well it was just that Mr Putin had been so quiet I thought he must have gone into the entertainment business or something. We only get a press conference when there’s a movie coming out.
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The rest of the time we get sued for asking questions.
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And sometimes the press conference is just to confuse us. Man is son, son is man.
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I think he’s just annoyed with his daughters.
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Cause aren’t young Russians doing much better these days? Since their Government stopped spending all the money on warfare.
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And gave their President stunts to do instead.
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Which reminds me Mr Obama. Less money spent on warfare and you’ll have more money to spend on other things. Intelligence will follow that.
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F.argo.
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HOW many armed guards are there in schools now, NRA? Do you think they count better for that? It’s not Sesame Street, you’re talking about.
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Should have sprayed that set with a tin of WD40 when I had the chance.
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Honestly Mr Putin, I don’t know why I’m suddenly thinking about how easily our perception is affected. I just know that you don’t have to be in Siberia for your boiling water to cool instantly. Don’t be an arsehole.
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He is right about one thing though. If the sun can last for 7 billion years, and has “already lived through” to 4.5 billion years, then there are 4.5 billion years left.
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Ah. It’s “go from”. Maybe that’s what you were looking for. If you go from 7 to 4.5, there is 4.5 left. Easy to make that mistake.
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But you do love to sit up there on your press conferences and cackle about obscure things, Mr Putin. If today yesterday was the 21st, and you are making some obscure reference to 4.5, then that takes us up to – what. Christmas?
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You should be nicer to North Korea. Aren’t you supposed to be friends?
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I think The Onion wasn’t.
oh.
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It’s not rocket science, Baba Yaga.
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Why was Baba Yaga kind to Vasilia, anyway. Do you think it’s right that there should be any place in a church “where only men can go”? Then what does your God do. Wait outside?
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Also, Baba Yaga says of Vasilia “I smell a Russian!”. What does that mean. That she was a Russian and could tell it was another Russian? That she wasn’t a Russian and could tell it was another Russian? That she was in a place where there weren’t a lot of Russians? Something else?
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Why don’t you go and tell North Korea that this missile thing is inappropriate. Gun control is the responsibility of each of us.
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Etch-a-sketch.
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(Have a nice day).
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But what does that have to do with Wade and Roe, Mr Putin?
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Okay. I’ve been trying to figure out what was bothering me. It’s Roe and Wade. How did such a hugely divisive issue end up being called “Roe” and “Wade”. And how does it become an issue in gun debate.
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The “right to bear arms”. Is that what all those bears are about, that we’re seeing in the memorial pictures? Is that what they mean? I think it’s not very appropriate.
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The world is waiting for you to do something responsible.
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It has to be said, I’m sorry. Assault rifles are not guns. They are weapons of mass destruction, and you are not allowed to have those. It is also not appropriate.
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Drones, that is something to do with nature. It is not a killing machine. They are also not appropriate.
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Also your speeches are not very good.
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They simply make me think of Paul MacCartney.
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Well here’s how I see the whole “Roe and Wade” thing. I imagine that I was just sitting quietly minding my own business on a picturesque crag overlooking a quiet sea. When out of the blue came bloody Mull of Kintyre. Row? Wade? No Sir, I’d bloody run, that’s what I’d do. But not toward the Fiscal Cliff. Back, I’d run back. To a nice, sensible, and reasonably modern track.
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thin-kin tired. thin-king tired. Don’t write the lyrics, Paul, when you’re tired.
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No, I kind of hate to say it, but in the 1977 version he looks like he’s walking through a leaflet cover for the seventh day adventists.
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OOh, there goes the Ramsay Tartan.
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See? They run.
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Well, what I mean is that Paul is thinking that they are running. Because he is too tired to be singing properly.
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And YOU! The ratbag (s) who got into my facebook feed. Try it again and it’ll be 4EFaaaaar.
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This Facebook thing is so weird. I can’t work out these mems at all. Where is “South Europe” supposed to be again?
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Ratbags. Try it again. South Europe is not making sense to me.
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But back to Roe and Wade. How did such a hugely divisive issue end up being called Roe and Wade. A hugely important issue. An issue that has appeared, disappeared, and reappeared in the gun debate, but never so much as recently. If the US changes their minds on this issue, due to political pressure from the right, how will we know?
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We may never know.
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Karen Carpenter. She was a woman who loved music. You can see her in the song “We’ve only just begun”. She wants to play the drums. And she wants to play the piano. And instead they make her sit up straight and smile. And you can see how uncomfortable she is with that.
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Really. Like wings.
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Like wings, fleeing from angry birds.
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Or blueberries, fleeing from jam.
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Oh but no more of that, I’m playing word association, not fruit salad.
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Oh no. Carry. Let’s just check that thesaurus. Hmm. Bear. Channel. Ferry. Convoy.
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Abbey.
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It has the oddest product placement that I have ever seen.
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Still it’s quite nice. The lighting too, I like it.
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Sometimes it’s just nice to gaze at the album cover while you’re listening to the song.
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It does seem like there was a lot of discussion about what to do with Marie Antoinette after they threw her in the Gaol. It seems that there was some consideration to sell her off. But who would have wanted a Queen of France. In the end, they cut off her head.
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Guillotined.
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Stood on Henri’s foot, twas said.
Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it.
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Which makes me wonder if that was what the joke was. That she stood on his foot, causing him to let go of the rope?
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Fair enough. She had gone arrears. She was evading taxes. She had taken issue with windows. And she had trodden on Henri’s foot.
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Fabuloso. Why did this not make her a Hero of the Revolution? Perhaps because it was not a Revolution so much as it was a Great Depression.
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Royalty was, after all, The Economy in the old days.
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Think of Greece. Think of Italy.
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A miscarriage in a carriage whilst strenuously closing another window.
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Don’t let me down, said the window.
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Knowing that all that lead holding it together would cause it to fall heavily.
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That’s right. On the load.
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In a manger
for goodness sake.
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With ducks! Terribly, terribly, TERRIBLY hungry ducks.
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And BONNETS! White, flimsy bonnets, with ribbons, all caught up in the breeze! Poplin! Everywhere!
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Three months later I’m a gal in trouble
And I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
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…and I saw an old vermillion face….
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…And where do we go from here. Witch is the way that’s clear…
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You may say I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one.
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Oh. Did I myth anything?
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Ringo Sitar. Paul MACcartney, Jon Lennon, George, Harry’s son. Must have thought she’d hit the mother lode.
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Well, people do get a bit stressed now and then. Get an idea to start their own, never a good idea.
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Not when a couple of bottles of Dr Good will fix it.
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Rode with us to Memphis woo woo!
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TEA, anyone?
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No THERE’S one who’s not swallowing her words.
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Ah. Picasso.
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All the men would gather round? And lay their money down? I always thought that was Crap.
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I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum.
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
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A transom, that would be. Maybe.
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I guess gospel’s next, then.
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Lady Marmalade.
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There were some who thought The Age of Aquarius would never end. That we would never be rid of it on TV, never find it missing from our Theatrical Troupes. There were some who wondered. What did we do to deserve this.
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And it is to these people that I say; rest easy. Those days are gone.
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Well, I had been going to point out the one with the odd green outfits but thought better of it.
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I’ll by myself one of those sleeves one of these days.
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Yesterday I thought about it. You can put them both together, very effective.
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“A sweet little house that you can live off”. What did that mean, in the days of Hansel and Gretel? An Inn? A Dance Hall? A Brothel?
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It’s quite spooky with all that dry ice.
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Odd. I always thought that space backdrop was random.
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How silly. It never occurred to me that it operated kind of like a two-part play. Aquarius is kind of Google-like, dashing around the world, and then Let the Sun Shine On In with them singing and dancing joyously as they’re about to be burned up by a sun with increasingly wobbly effects. It’s quite good how they’ve done that.
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I don’t know how it works, I can’t see them but I keep seeing disney characters.
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Yep. That’s Dumbo.
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Maybe that’s what all the hand gestures were for. Originally.
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And the blue images are guides for setting up your eyes. Cute.
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Cute. I told you it was cute.
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Pony. Crocodile. Mouse. No wonder I have a headache.
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3D. Without the glasses. Woo.
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Oh, they could be butterflies and bumblebees. How the hell would I know. Disney makes me queasy. I do wonder why they keep distorting their body image though.
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Fat thighs, thin thighs, I can no longer remember which it is supposed to be. But for those of you who might read this train and feel confused, we are looking at The 5th Dimension – Aquarius-Let The Sunshine In 1969 on Youtube, in which they are standing on an inverted flying saucer, wearing pink and brown, and hurtling toward an unforgiving sun.
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And the marvellous special effects they had back then in the 60’s.
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I don’t even want to go into a comparison of this song with M.I.C………
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..there was I thinking Salad Days
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Sunshine & summer & falling in love
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the musical
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it was a group of university students & they were looking for a piano
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someone was
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despair melted away in the heat of the day I think the line was…
…her heart was too full to feel pain…
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there is a flying saucer in Salad Days…
Lehan you refer to M.I. C. That I don’t know. What is that, please?
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Then there’s this bit just after half-time where there appears to be a second layer to the backdrop and there’s some kind of – monster? in it. Fine for you to be looking for it and feeling queasy – I wasn’t actually looking at all, that’s what messed me up.
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I suppose that must have been the original “cloud hand of god?”
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I suppose reading tea leaves has to teach you something.
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Ooh, the big guy nearly got hit by a blue planet.
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Hansel and Gretel. That was a favourite of mine.
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There is a very nice stage version of Let the Sun Shine In where they are wearing colourful stage outfits of many colours; I recommend it.
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“Recorded” by the Brothers Grimm. What does THAT mean.
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Two children are liberated from a house of cake? They burn the witch, steal her jewels and run home aided by a swan? Religious references are made?
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God, I think I saw an episode like that on The Sullivans once.
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It cannot be Star Wars. It just cannot.
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Moulin Rouge? If you consider that “happily ever after” could be a metaphor for something?
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Two children are liberated from a house of cake. They burn the witch, steal her jewels and run home aided by a swan. Religious references are made.
Any suggestions welcome here.
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I think the moral of the ‘Hansel and Gretel’ story is, ‘It’s either eat or be eaten’… To me this seems obvious.
Fairytales’ morals are often very obvious as long as one doesn’t make the mistake of trying to interpret them through ‘post-christian’ moralities; their roots are pre-christian and can only be properly undersood exegetically…
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That’s an excellent word Asty. Exegetically. I had to look it up. That’s what I’m thinking. Interpretive.
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I know a lot of people would be thinking: where was the key. Surely the witch would have kept it in her pocket? I know that’s where I’d have kept it, if I was the witch. But how could Gretel have got the cage open after she’d already shoved the witch into the oven. And I don’t have an answer.
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Well. I have been unable to move on from the flying saucer version, I just like it too much. But no luck with the pink rug, and I am still thinking about Marie Antoinette. I quite liked that movie, and also I quite liked the book that was I think written for the movie, which I read first but did not quite finish. There was this thing that I got from the book that I found very helpful. It was about Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette didn’t spend her time bemoaning. She didn’t think oh, I am lonely, is what I am trying to say. Here in my big palace with all these courtiers and a husband who nevermind. All that talk is very new-fashioned. No, Marie Antoinette came from a very different time in the world, a time when people understood that a contract is a contract and an alliance is an alliance. Marie Antoinette just did what she could to get by. And if everyone wanted a piece of the cake, then that was what everyone got.
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I had the same trouble with The Wind in the Willows. Couldn’t quite make it to the end.
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Also Watership Down.
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And Kirsten Dunst, who in this movie plays An American.
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Perhaps Audrey Hepburn.
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Playing Grace Kelly.
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It’s like watching the most awesome house party ever. Isn’t it?
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From next door.
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No. Not from next door exactly. From…from a movie theatre!
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Impossible to imagine where they must get the ideas for these blockbusters.
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Less difficult to imagine is the disappearance of the craft. Of the filmmaking that had existed between the parties.
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But yes! That is gloomy. Now we can have our own Parties. Design our own Home Goods. Write our own Cookbooks. Sell Them All online. It is The Enlightenment of The People. It is The Revolution.
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Oh no what a dreary ending. Rather, turn now to Let The Sun Shine In, the version where they’re all wearing blue pant suits and running from a covered wagon.
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Lord of the Rings, of course.
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But I did not have any such trouble with Snugglepot and Cuddlepie.
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Excellent.
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In the same way, you see, that all those animals, all those characters, in those stories were not really male, Marie Antoinette was not really female. I found it a little difficult to relate. Snugglepot and Cuddlepie, however, were somehow something again.
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Also I have never met an animal who thought like a bank manager.
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Everyone except, of course two-thirds of the population of France… which was virtually starving, quite literally as a result of Marie’s extravagances and gambling debts, not to mention her hubby’s insistence (most ironically) on funding the fledgling United States of America’s ‘War of Independence’ from France’s rival England, in the hope that this war would keep the Brits of the Frenchies’ backs!
Marie may not have been personally ‘at fault’, in the sense that all she did was just exactly what was expected of her, but the degree of ritualization of court life and the stultifying effect this had on French society at the time is beautifully depicted in the movie starring Kirsten Dunst; it reflects a society which is, whether it realizes it or not (and evidently, it didn’t!) just crying out for a revolution…
If you remember, Lehan, I once gave a spontaneous review of this movie and said I thought it was a ‘very important’ movie… I still think so… but I wonder if the neo-Cons will ever get the message… ‘Marionettes’ the lot of ’em!
🙂
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Yes, but I don’t know that they actually get the Revolution in this movie, Asty. If you check out the ending again, it finishes with them driving off in their Lexus, casting a nostalgic eye at their rented chalet. All those people with stakes outside may have been simply protesting about the noise. And though they do moan somewhat about what it’s costing them in America, I do get the impression that they would do it again if they had the chance.
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Which was the greater burden, her husband’s ‘War of Independence’ or her own extravagances and gambling debts.
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Perhaps they were both Wars of Independence.
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I reckon you could have called it “Best House Party Ever (No Peter Sellers but we Did Have The Elephant)”.
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It’s an interesting thing, the table. Everything has changed, they say, and yet the table remains the same; you only see Marie Antoinette and Louis sitting at it. Does everyone still have the same delectable fare that they used to, has the standard dropped for everyone? I’d have been more convinced if we’d seen some change there.
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It’s an interesting thought Asty, that if we fund the Americans it will keep the British off our backs. I wonder if it’s ever been tested.
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Macaroon, anyone? I’ve got the kettle on.
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And all that time Louis had never realized that if he just imagined a key, doors would open for him.
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There’s a saving for you, there.
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Considering the visual logic of the film that key appears to have been smallpox. Perhaps also Abstinence. Quarantine. Banning all the Good Ladies from the Royal Chambers. And then luck.
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Can we still say “visual logic” these days? It hasn’t been copyrighted into someone’s AP has it?
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And not necessarily in that order, either.
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I love The Bakery to my bones, my very bones.
I do love The Bakery to my bones, my very bones.
I am going to the bakery on the corner of my street.
I am obsessed with the bakery being so close, within reach and have been since I saw this wonderful painting. In the early hours of this day.
Life, considering repetition, is a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. I have never conceved of that idea before.
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I have studied philosophy all up and down the shop. Not the shop as in bakery.
I am speaking metaphorically about having been in a lot of shops trying to purchase knowledge. Can’t be done. Not the knowledge with great big dollops of cream squeezed between melt-in-your-mouth pastry.
Not the knowledge that comes with a happy bun.
Beautiful, Lehan.
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Your art is an inspiration, Lehan.
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I love ‘the bakery’ but I don’t eat bread. I’ll just hang around and listen to the music.
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Big M, if you ever would like to go to a bakery driven by the inspiration of ‘the bakery’ I reckon you would like it in one. I haven’t been in one for ages.
It was very shiny and clean btw. 🙂
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Shoe, I have never before considered Lie to be a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. And I a mightily impressed with it. Please continue to look at the painting after the bakeries have closed for the night, it is very helpful.
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Goddam, that was not supposed to say Lie. It was supposed to say LIFE. Now I feel trapped in some Freudian Nightmare.
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What a wonderful Slip, Lehan. I swear that’s revelatory. It will be the result of Free Falling. That is always followed by a Slip. Says me but we can say it’s Alice.
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It seemed to me when it popped into my head – what I said about life being a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought – significant. I am mighty taken with it. I feel as if reading Oliver Sacks like a devoted puppy has metamorphosed into original thought, leastwise a thought that contains a bundle of influences really but particularly a way of looking at the imagination of art.
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The telephone beside me rang its shrill demand. The computer turned itself off. Turning it on Windows update failed to configure correctly. An unseen hand said so and claimed it reverted to the old settings. Windows update configured. I am back..
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I observe more than 30 minutes has passed since I began my reply. I have rescued a dish on the kitchen bench from an ant colony licking the plastic clean. Loaded the washing machine. Walked a circuit of the garden. Attended back to the computer. Brought in the rubbish bin from the sidewalk. Turned on the computer which turned itself off.
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… have passed or has passed…I made one observation, which led me instinctively to apportion a singular verb…
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Tut! The computer fandangle it turned off severally. I was saying when it did…
Dream theory came next to mind apropos the statement that life is a repetition of images displayed in empathetic and countervailing ways, which includes thought. I know the influence. It harks back to my father saying earnestly there must be a reason for dreams (“there must be, Christina”). He meant not psychology or stress release in the ephemeral sense but for the physical body.
These ideas get melded over 60 years.
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I did go to the bakery Lehan, although you know you are right, there is more than one claimant to the title. It is bakeries. I went however to the bakery on the corner of the street where I live and driven as I was in a blush of creative energy the apple confectionery I bought barely made a dent on my hunger for sweet nourishment.
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I devoted myself to food for the lion’s share of the rest of the day. It was a little lion.
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Sandshoe, I am not sure of what is this singular verb of which you speak. But have you tried real vanilla? I found some at the department store, it’s pretty good, especially in a cup of tea, might go well with your bakery goods. As it is very cold over here I am getting by with chocolate and mandarines. Excellent musings, I think there is a reason for dreams too. But there are different kinds of dreams; I guess they must have different reasons.
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the proposition in this case was originally that all dreaming must have one function (physiological) & perhaps our functional use of dreaming is not that ‘simple’…now I am fascinated with this idea again … a number of reasons eh … maybe tailor made although I wonder about chemical chaos ….
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btw I have real vanilla pods for soaking in cold soy milk that is ice cold..hot days here now Lehan and nights and the vanilla lifts the tedium for the palate…I am very fond of real vanilla.
Musky with a hint of leather.
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Okay. I’m just gonna put the one song in. That’s all.
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Today I’m very grateful to The Guardian for their story about the Turkish TV drama Magnificent Century. In 2008 I watched the Japanese NHK Year-Long drama Atsuhime (Princess Atsu) which seemed to be somewhat influenced by the Sophie Coppola film Marie Antoinette, and god only knows what that was somewhat influenced by, and when I watch Magnificent Century, which is pretty wonderful, I am filled with wonder.
According to The Guardian, “One MP, with Erdogan’s backing, is proposing a law to ban shows that “denigrate, insult, pervert or misrepresent historical events and personages”. Well, I guess that’s not funny if they apply it just to some kind of “historical fact” that they pull out of somewhere. It is though very funny to me when I watch Magnificent Century. There is a very wonderful 1 hour and 40 minute episode with english subtitles, and I am filled with wonder at how these handsome and refined peoples are also so very fiesty. I am thinking that without too much more mixing we will soon have an absolutely megaificent combination.
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I am afraid though that I cannot add this splendid piece to my page as I have made a decision to practice some restraint.
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“The Future of History is Bazz Luhrmann.”
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“For whom the past is wong kar wai”
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Unfortunately if you read the synopsis it starts to sound all too much like Gossip Girls, and suddenly the magic is lost. Ah well. I strongly recommend you watch 1.5 – 2 hours and then make up the rest.
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You know I heard this story once about russian wood stoves. I can’t tell you how great these russian wood stoves sound, I was very keen to make one. They said that these stoves were so efficient that a few small pieces of wood would keep the house warm for a day. You put the wood in and closed the flues until they were almost closed. The problem was if you closed the flues altogether, and then people would be killed from the whatever-it-is. Monodioxide or something. Lack of oxygen. This is what, they say, the servants used to do if their masters really annoyed them. So they had to instruct the servants to keep the flues open, and of course then they weren’t so fuel-efficient. Otherwise, having servants – even slaves! – looks like fun, doesn’t it?
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Well, that and they would pinch your jewels I guess.
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Of course, if it’s fuel efficiency you’re looking at, you really could not go wrong with the Fujifilm Finepix camera – at least one of the versions that came out, which I by some miracle actually own. A camera with such a battery life that recharging is practically a new year ritual. That, apparently, is why they stopped making it.
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I’ve had one of those for over two and a half years…think I’ve charged it two or three times.
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Yes! Eerily, spookily good, their batteries are.
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Which is why I admire that little Mars rover, don’t you? It just keeps on giving.
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There are many other versions of this song on youtube; it’s a familiar one to be sure. You could slip one on yourself now if you like.
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There’s a very nice one where it appears that they are standing on a spaceship, that would be good.
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You think they’re coming in for a landing, you think they might be burned up by the sun, but no, it doesn’t happen.
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Eventually you just find yourself thinking. What was the point of that pink rug, what was it really about.
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Did they somehow think it made it look like a platter?
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Oh wait. It’s not a spaceship. It’s a flying saucer. But I still don’t get the pink rug.
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I like it though, that pink rug. I think I might go shopping this week.
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I love this painting – it’s full of life!
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Thankyou! Unfortunately it got a little smudged this morning when something fell on it. But it’s mostly still as you see it.
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Well all I could see was a really lovely painting – I especially love the colours and the brush marks. Thank you. Oh and I’m an Aquarian!
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You’re very welcome, Lottie.
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