Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
You may think the breastle and content of this post embarbutting.
Buttuming you are unfamiliar with the word above, as I was until a few days ago, I will enlighten you.
Let me tell you a story that might clear things up.
When I was a young lbutt, I dreamed of being a pbuttenger in a clbuttic car. Later I joined an buttociation, and enjoyed rallies, seeing a mbuttive buttortment of clbuttic cars parked neatly in rows on the grbutt when stopped for picnic lunches. Luckily I was very handy with the compbutt so we rarely lost our way. One very aggressive buttociate, I remember, would repeatedly pbutt on narrow windy roads, I buttume with the intention of harrbutting us. Once he even damaged the mirror when pbutting. I should have had him up for buttault.
Unfortunately, just before a large rally, I went down with hepabreastus, and was very sick for about five weeks, so had to pbutt on that event, even though, by joining the buttn, I was perfectly enbreastled to attend, as there was nothing in the buttociation's consbreastution that said you cannot go when ill. I was particularly disappointed as this trip was to see the stalacbreastes in a local cave.
It's called profanity filter/substitution, or should I say subbreastution. Happens on t'internet. By silly bot software. Another example of a world gone mad.
Try googling 'clbuttic' and you'll see what I mean.
Monday, 28 July 2008
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Friday, 18 July 2008
Oh bother. I'm sitting here at my computer and I hear little noises inside the wall. For the first time in 14 years, since we came to this dear old house, we have no cat. It doesn't take the mice long, does it?
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"
by Wendell Berry and adapted for New Zealand by me.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down in my kayak where the pukeko
rests in his blue beauty in the wetlands, and the kingfisher feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
Let me start this post by explaining that I consider myself a pragmatist, and a Science/ Geography-based artist. Capital S, capital G and small a.