reminds me....
I'm sure my friend Grace (from AOL) won't mind me quoting her as saying she wishes to have a T Shirt with the comment, "I wish I was Barbie, that Witch has Everything!"
Though, that of course is subject to copyright, I'm sure anyone interested in retail would appreciate how much a Woman likes to be wined and dined in good company should they wish to discuss any mutually beneficial arrangement and designs of various sorts.
Saturday 30 October 2010
... of Invention?
I think it was after I'd started school that I began trying to figure out ways to do something, er.. all sorts of things. Anyway, I remember being disappointed everytime I learnt someone else had beaten me to it and already invented what, I'd thought, I'd thought of first.
That's when I started to understand copyright laws and how law generally is applied, at least in the UK.
Perhaps all it takes is that purposeful spark of magic, a flickering into light, a moment of illumination. Some instance that allows a moment of inspiration to be shaped, queried, and stroked into some dream that's actually real.
That's when I started to understand copyright laws and how law generally is applied, at least in the UK.
Perhaps all it takes is that purposeful spark of magic, a flickering into light, a moment of illumination. Some instance that allows a moment of inspiration to be shaped, queried, and stroked into some dream that's actually real.
With a Buick buick here and a buick Buick there ... here a Buick.. ther...
Everywhere I go, I see splendour...
Until I spot something like... oh... a nasty example of railing...
I've noticed a brilliant local supplier who I'm sure would sort that out, but they're not cheap.... they just last longer and look better.
Better products you see.
Something that would look so much better if it only had a splash of paint
Then I may look down at the pavement and wonder why so many people missed that huge bin with their chewing gum.
If I had a huge amount of money at my disposal... I'd probably want to do something wise with it and invest in Great Britain. In fact, I know I would.
I'm proud of being one of it's Good Citizens and the history, wealth of invention, how we've shared all of this with the rest of this Our world.
Who else with proud heritage can exclaim they too understand the importance of naval gazing?
Until I spot something like... oh... a nasty example of railing...
I've noticed a brilliant local supplier who I'm sure would sort that out, but they're not cheap.... they just last longer and look better.
Better products you see.
Something that would look so much better if it only had a splash of paint
Then I may look down at the pavement and wonder why so many people missed that huge bin with their chewing gum.
If I had a huge amount of money at my disposal... I'd probably want to do something wise with it and invest in Great Britain. In fact, I know I would.
I'm proud of being one of it's Good Citizens and the history, wealth of invention, how we've shared all of this with the rest of this Our world.
Who else with proud heritage can exclaim they too understand the importance of naval gazing?
Friday 29 October 2010
Collage...
Rather than imagining a jigsaw, I view my life more like a collage.
Imagine snippets, what I was learning about there.... what I discovered, why it mattered and where it lead me next. There's areas for potential, imagine clouds with pictures (possibilities), they'd be rearranged now and then, placed somewhere decoratively, as a reminder, just in case, around the edges.
In my mind, I step back now and then to review it.
You know, those times when you're asking yourself,
"How's this going?"
"Am I on target for the happy ever after ending and if not, how do I redirect course?"
(No one wants the alternative)
I'm seeing different history... it has a lot more humour than I'd ever realised before and the languages of our world are becoming apparent to me in a way that underlines how witty our Parents are.
Know what I mean?
Imagine snippets, what I was learning about there.... what I discovered, why it mattered and where it lead me next. There's areas for potential, imagine clouds with pictures (possibilities), they'd be rearranged now and then, placed somewhere decoratively, as a reminder, just in case, around the edges.
In my mind, I step back now and then to review it.
You know, those times when you're asking yourself,
"How's this going?"
"Am I on target for the happy ever after ending and if not, how do I redirect course?"
(No one wants the alternative)
I'm seeing different history... it has a lot more humour than I'd ever realised before and the languages of our world are becoming apparent to me in a way that underlines how witty our Parents are.
Know what I mean?
Lowly...
I always liked that word, though if I apply it to how I grew up, it doesn't sound as nice,
But....
Mum always sounded different and would tell us off if we didn't enunciate properly.
At school I thought this awarded me the nick-name, "Posh Snob!"
which didn't sound 'nice'
Eventually I asked the boy who'd first used it, "Why did you call me that?"
I was astounded when he told me, with a lovely grin on his face,
"You must use Brylcreem on your hair, it's so glossy and it bounces as you move"
But....
Mum always sounded different and would tell us off if we didn't enunciate properly.
At school I thought this awarded me the nick-name, "Posh Snob!"
which didn't sound 'nice'
Eventually I asked the boy who'd first used it, "Why did you call me that?"
I was astounded when he told me, with a lovely grin on his face,
"You must use Brylcreem on your hair, it's so glossy and it bounces as you move"
The Key...
I mean... what motivated me into lifting various veils and discovering different ideas, beliefs and historical cultural interests: including Fables, Legends, Myths and (implications) of Fairy stories really started for me with a series of carefully designed questions aimed at my Mum, initially.
As I recall, I didn't want to say too much but, I needed her help. I described something to her and asked, "Is there a creature like this ... or ... name for it.... what would you call that Mum?"
Mum thought for awhile then said, "Well, it sounds like a Unicorn to me, but I wouldn't mention that to anyone else". When I asked why she explained that it was awkward but I was 'allowed' to play with an invisible friend, for as long as I liked, but it was probably still better not to mention it and, if I was going to help without getting flour all over my uniform, I'd better get my pinny on, so I did.
As I recall, I didn't want to say too much but, I needed her help. I described something to her and asked, "Is there a creature like this ... or ... name for it.... what would you call that Mum?"
Mum thought for awhile then said, "Well, it sounds like a Unicorn to me, but I wouldn't mention that to anyone else". When I asked why she explained that it was awkward but I was 'allowed' to play with an invisible friend, for as long as I liked, but it was probably still better not to mention it and, if I was going to help without getting flour all over my uniform, I'd better get my pinny on, so I did.
I asked my Mum...
I was having some problems at school and I was about 5. I'd been worrying about it. I didn't know why the other kids didn't seem to like me. I'd noticed that there were distinct differences in what was attractive to the majority.
a) Physically attractive
b) Intelligent
c) Fun
I asked my Mum, "Mummm....?"
"Yes Barbara?"
"Am I Pretty?"
Mum turned and bent down to me and said,
"There's more to life than what's on the outside, it's what's on the inside <tapping her chest> that really matters".
I thought that was a very honest and diplomatic, "No" and started concentrating on what people liked or said they liked about aspects of anothers personality.
a) Physically attractive
b) Intelligent
c) Fun
I asked my Mum, "Mummm....?"
"Yes Barbara?"
"Am I Pretty?"
Mum turned and bent down to me and said,
"There's more to life than what's on the outside, it's what's on the inside <tapping her chest> that really matters".
I thought that was a very honest and diplomatic, "No" and started concentrating on what people liked or said they liked about aspects of anothers personality.
I used to dislike my name...
My Mum told me, while wagging her finger,
"Your Name is BAR BAH RAH,
NOT .... Babs, Barb or Barbie
Don't you Let anyone call you anything else!"
People always got it wrong
I seemed to spend a lot of time explaining to people how to say my name.
I used to think...
"Wouldn't it have just been Easier to call me Rose like Dad wanted?"
It was a much prettier name, easier for people to spell and say and ...
I love Red Roses... if they're scented
I do appreciate pretty flowers.. but there's just this 'something' I love the scent of an old fashioned English Rose.
Whenever I get the opportunity to .... <inhales deeply>
because that scent opens some imagined place in my mind...
and ... possibly I hear 'Greensleeves' in the near distance...
Anyway.. I like it
"Your Name is BAR BAH RAH,
NOT .... Babs, Barb or Barbie
Don't you Let anyone call you anything else!"
People always got it wrong
I seemed to spend a lot of time explaining to people how to say my name.
I used to think...
"Wouldn't it have just been Easier to call me Rose like Dad wanted?"
It was a much prettier name, easier for people to spell and say and ...
I love Red Roses... if they're scented
I do appreciate pretty flowers.. but there's just this 'something' I love the scent of an old fashioned English Rose.
Whenever I get the opportunity to .... <inhales deeply>
because that scent opens some imagined place in my mind...
and ... possibly I hear 'Greensleeves' in the near distance...
Anyway.. I like it
Independent corroboration... (control)
Scientific evidence....
Okay, it seems to me I'm not being particularly original here.
This isn't the first time a story 'Like' this has been told, ...
Is it?
Cinderella is a lovely 'Fairy' tale.... it's also historical - FACT.
Snow White is almost the same story....
I didn't write sandscript, ... Did I?
So, how is it that these stories are so important to me?
Somehow, I don't think I want to be different...
I like being who I am
I've looked forward to a dream coming true all my life
Do I want him to be rich, tall, drop-dead-gorgeous, and intelligent?
Well .... Yes, I do actually.... apart from dropping dead
Is that too much to dream ?
If I ask myself,,
"What am I trying to accomplish here?"
The first thing I want to check out is whether or not it's selfish ... because ... if I feel I gain most, I want to know if someone else gets hurt. I don't know exactly what that involves.
I would just like to know ..... if anyone else really gets this?
You know
The Man I want...
I imagine he's already got everything...
He'll have been married at least once, or like myself... twice...
At least we'd be the same age... he might be younger...
Which means...
He'd appreciate someone like myself.
So, how does a simple woman like myself introduce herself to the man of her dreams?
Ask him, almost casually,
"Er.. ?" <eyes wide - incredulous>
(best Pygmalion)
"....... I'm a Good Girl, I am...."
Okay, it seems to me I'm not being particularly original here.
This isn't the first time a story 'Like' this has been told, ...
Is it?
Cinderella is a lovely 'Fairy' tale.... it's also historical - FACT.
Snow White is almost the same story....
I didn't write sandscript, ... Did I?
So, how is it that these stories are so important to me?
Somehow, I don't think I want to be different...
I like being who I am
I've looked forward to a dream coming true all my life
Do I want him to be rich, tall, drop-dead-gorgeous, and intelligent?
Well .... Yes, I do actually.... apart from dropping dead
Is that too much to dream ?
If I ask myself,,
"What am I trying to accomplish here?"
The first thing I want to check out is whether or not it's selfish ... because ... if I feel I gain most, I want to know if someone else gets hurt. I don't know exactly what that involves.
I would just like to know ..... if anyone else really gets this?
You know
The Man I want...
I imagine he's already got everything...
He'll have been married at least once, or like myself... twice...
At least we'd be the same age... he might be younger...
Which means...
He'd appreciate someone like myself.
So, how does a simple woman like myself introduce herself to the man of her dreams?
Ask him, almost casually,
"Er.. ?" <eyes wide - incredulous>
(best Pygmalion)
"....... I'm a Good Girl, I am...."
Thursday 28 October 2010
Let me rephrase ...
The Question:
The Answer:
I know these involve adventure, travel, a big house, a wonderful home life, and making a lot of people happy!
Although, this is subject to a number of conditions
The Answer:
I know these involve adventure, travel, a big house, a wonderful home life, and making a lot of people happy!
Although, this is subject to a number of conditions
An Introduction to Scouse (a la Moi)
English * Scouse **
Thank you So much*
Oh tar**
Excuse me, would you be so kind as to repeat that? I didn't quite hear what you said*
(polite laugh)
Y'wha?** (open gaped mouth left hanging slightly x2 long)
It's been noted as something rather unique to this particular area of the population*
Dey do doh, don't dey doh**
We've all enjoyed a considerable amount of good humour and much laughter*
Worra lorra laughs**
I've considered this at some length and, as yet, I'm still undecided about the potential conclusions*
I dunno do I**
Thank you So much*
Oh tar**
Excuse me, would you be so kind as to repeat that? I didn't quite hear what you said*
(polite laugh)
Y'wha?** (open gaped mouth left hanging slightly x2 long)
It's been noted as something rather unique to this particular area of the population*
Dey do doh, don't dey doh**
We've all enjoyed a considerable amount of good humour and much laughter*
Worra lorra laughs**
I've considered this at some length and, as yet, I'm still undecided about the potential conclusions*
I dunno do I**
.. A Script...
So , there's this script right... only... it's not like the sort we have today. No one's sure who's words are whose and whose which character.
It's Chaos... see if you can make sense of this?:
"<points>"
"<?>"
"<WD> = <>"
"What does that mean?"
"There's a Nice Hiya"
"A What?"
"That girls smile"
"Oh, divine int she?!"
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?"
<points>
"Parsley Sage?"
<nods>
<spins round>
"Rose, Marie and Time?"
It's Chaos... see if you can make sense of this?:
"<points>"
"<?>"
"<WD> = <>"
"What does that mean?"
"There's a Nice Hiya"
"A What?"
"That girls smile"
"Oh, divine int she?!"
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?"
<points>
"Parsley Sage?"
<nods>
<spins round>
"Rose, Marie and Time?"
Imagine.....
Have you ever been asked that question... "If you could invite anyone, living or dead, to a dinner party, who would you invite?"
I'd probably consider a diplomat or several?
Over the years I've considered it and ... it's always interested me how there's an extended choice. I Always think, "Oh Great.... so I don't miss out on John Lennon, Marilyn Monroe, Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Budda, Cinderella and Apollo."
When I think about it now, there's a lot of people I'd like to meet.
I could fill several tables, I'm not sure how other guests would feel if they were at the table with someone who's been raised from the dead.
However,
Ghosts have never scared me,
People have,
But not Ghosts.
I'd like to be in the company of all those (named)*? <Get me>
(as well as those mentioned above)
Achilles
Bette Davis, Doris Day, Spencer Tracy, Mahatma Ghandi, Diana, Nat King Cole ... who I'd ask to sing "Unforgettable" or "Mona Lisa" for me... or ... anything.
I'd like to ask Freud a Lot of questions!
What I'd like to do with Einstein is JOKE! Then see what we both understand from each other and what we could all work out.
Dan Brown, so we could discuss with Da Vinci what we all love about language and expressive mediums.
Paul McKenna, how you helped....
So many people.....
But on my table... assuming I can have everyone I want at this supper party and... they all want to be there.
(Choice)
Well....apart from those listed above and those who I invite some other way ...
I'd like to see....
The Queen, of course...
World Leaders...
Elvis - so he can admit if he's been spotted going to the chippy somewhere in Manchester in the last few years and what he ordered (fish and chips perhaps?).
The rest of the Beatles, wouldn't that be Great? What a 'Come Back' that would be!
Even as I'm typing this list thinking,
On the one hand.... wow... isn't this brilliant, wouldn't it be Great if it could be true?
I'm also asking myself for permission, just to Imagine it?!!!
So far,
I've questioned myself
Am I MAD to think this?
Is it in anyway possible?
Then I check,
Well... according to the rules regarding ability and mental function i.e: Understanding, Application, Subjectivity, Objectivity and Logical Thinking. I think I pass.
I'm being highly critical here, looking for ways to justify the accusation, so far, the only reason that would make real sense is if ... I was willing to be.
Taking that a further step (logically) why would I be?
Well...if the premise is: There's a choice here and one of those is madness
The most logical answer for preferring it is because the alternative isn't as nice.
Okay,, so....
Working within these parameters....
How do I gain or lose from the alternative which may make them opposite or better/more attractive in some way from the 'unreal'.
How... Am I any richer or better off?
Hmm... well.... all I can come up with is that, if I'm mad, it's a well intentioned madness with some historical references and ... perhaps it would be an improvement for everyone if I was right?
How would world leaders today, political, religious, front line, ... how would they react to the idea of something that might make everyone in the world happy?
Does that seem like a scary thought to you too?
I'm just a 47 year old woman,
I'm a mother of four children who I love dearly
I'd like to be someone so special
Is that madness?
If you were ... I don't know.... maybe 5
And you're asked...
"What would you like to be when you grow up?"
I'd be sad probably.
It seems to me that it's really hard to be 'Nice'
To be Honest
I'm almost frightened to admit things that I think are great
Why is that?
If people say, in answer to a question, "World Peace, Heaven on Earth"
How do you reply to that nowadays?
If I were a Fairy Godmother...
I might suggest a rumour...
But then, what about the consequences?
How would world peace (and possibly heaven on earth) be a bad thing?
Is it Madness to want or hope for it?
I may not be a Genius,
I may not be a Fairy Godmother (or whatever you think of)
The question is, would it work?
Well.... I don't know about that but as Jack Nicholson said in a favourite story of mine,
"... I tried, didn't I? At Least I Did That!"
I think over all the information that I've been provided with and the One thing I'm guilty of and... I confess....
Hope
So, with logic ... I ask myself, how can I fail?
Have I hurt anyone?
Done anything wrong intentionally?
Have I been Bad?
Am I Wrong?
And if so... how bad could that be?
Can I influence the outcome?
I don't know, but as Jack said...
Here's the irony....
To believe in anything like God, Miracles, stuff like that... is like admitting your mad, isn't it?
If I were a Scientist, I'd want some kind of conclusive evidence.
I'd want to be able to say, even if it were only to myself, "That proves it" one way or another.
Know what I mean?
I decided I didn't much like listening to the stories from the Bible at school because it sounded like God wasn't very nice.
From what I understood, the Catholic God was quite mean, scary and not at all the way I imagined a Dad to be. He seemed to be angry, waiting to find fault.
I didn't feel like he loved me while thinking he might want to send me to Hell or Purgatory.
I stopped listening to that, I started paying more attention to subtleties.....
I thought about what I liked instead
I imagined a God who made me feel loved
The only thing that's ever worried me about this is that I keep doubting then, I'd find a reminder.
Little Red Riding Hood, lovely story
Cleopatra - Alexandria (Library)
Cinderella
I like names and words, they have such a Wealth of meaning and sometimes they remind me of things from my past. Even then, I believe in Reincarnation, I suspect I always have. Words can't hurt me but sometimes I may laugh... at the oddest moments even.
I worry about causing offence but, generally speaking, people laugh with me even if they don't have a clue why I'm laughing, I'm not sure I could even explain but, I guess I have infectious laughter... or something.
I like thinking about ancient invention, structure, implication, good gestures and humour is so important.
Don't you think?
I know it's almost ridiculous, mad, unstable, but I'm still a romantic.
I just wish there was a handsome prince out there ... looking for me...
And if he is,
That he'd hurry up
I'm ready
The catch 22 of the story is that ...
It relies on a special kind of magic
This is the sort of stuff you can just conjur up in a minute
It takes time,, reason,...maybe mistakes along the way
So, I'd probably invite a Minotaur, maybe I'm imagining it, but I figure he's got something of Mine?
I'd probably consider a diplomat or several?
Over the years I've considered it and ... it's always interested me how there's an extended choice. I Always think, "Oh Great.... so I don't miss out on John Lennon, Marilyn Monroe, Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Budda, Cinderella and Apollo."
When I think about it now, there's a lot of people I'd like to meet.
I could fill several tables, I'm not sure how other guests would feel if they were at the table with someone who's been raised from the dead.
However,
Ghosts have never scared me,
People have,
But not Ghosts.
I'd like to be in the company of all those (named)*? <Get me>
(as well as those mentioned above)
Achilles
Bette Davis, Doris Day, Spencer Tracy, Mahatma Ghandi, Diana, Nat King Cole ... who I'd ask to sing "Unforgettable" or "Mona Lisa" for me... or ... anything.
I'd like to ask Freud a Lot of questions!
What I'd like to do with Einstein is JOKE! Then see what we both understand from each other and what we could all work out.
Dan Brown, so we could discuss with Da Vinci what we all love about language and expressive mediums.
Paul McKenna, how you helped....
So many people.....
But on my table... assuming I can have everyone I want at this supper party and... they all want to be there.
(Choice)
Well....apart from those listed above and those who I invite some other way ...
I'd like to see....
The Queen, of course...
World Leaders...
Elvis - so he can admit if he's been spotted going to the chippy somewhere in Manchester in the last few years and what he ordered (fish and chips perhaps?).
The rest of the Beatles, wouldn't that be Great? What a 'Come Back' that would be!
Even as I'm typing this list thinking,
On the one hand.... wow... isn't this brilliant, wouldn't it be Great if it could be true?
I'm also asking myself for permission, just to Imagine it?!!!
So far,
I've questioned myself
Am I MAD to think this?
Is it in anyway possible?
Then I check,
Well... according to the rules regarding ability and mental function i.e: Understanding, Application, Subjectivity, Objectivity and Logical Thinking. I think I pass.
I'm being highly critical here, looking for ways to justify the accusation, so far, the only reason that would make real sense is if ... I was willing to be.
Taking that a further step (logically) why would I be?
Well...if the premise is: There's a choice here and one of those is madness
The most logical answer for preferring it is because the alternative isn't as nice.
Okay,, so....
Working within these parameters....
How do I gain or lose from the alternative which may make them opposite or better/more attractive in some way from the 'unreal'.
How... Am I any richer or better off?
Hmm... well.... all I can come up with is that, if I'm mad, it's a well intentioned madness with some historical references and ... perhaps it would be an improvement for everyone if I was right?
How would world leaders today, political, religious, front line, ... how would they react to the idea of something that might make everyone in the world happy?
Does that seem like a scary thought to you too?
I'm just a 47 year old woman,
I'm a mother of four children who I love dearly
I'd like to be someone so special
Is that madness?
If you were ... I don't know.... maybe 5
And you're asked...
"What would you like to be when you grow up?"
I'd be sad probably.
It seems to me that it's really hard to be 'Nice'
To be Honest
I'm almost frightened to admit things that I think are great
Why is that?
If people say, in answer to a question, "World Peace, Heaven on Earth"
How do you reply to that nowadays?
If I were a Fairy Godmother...
I might suggest a rumour...
But then, what about the consequences?
How would world peace (and possibly heaven on earth) be a bad thing?
Is it Madness to want or hope for it?
I may not be a Genius,
I may not be a Fairy Godmother (or whatever you think of)
The question is, would it work?
Well.... I don't know about that but as Jack Nicholson said in a favourite story of mine,
"... I tried, didn't I? At Least I Did That!"
I think over all the information that I've been provided with and the One thing I'm guilty of and... I confess....
Hope
So, with logic ... I ask myself, how can I fail?
Have I hurt anyone?
Done anything wrong intentionally?
Have I been Bad?
Am I Wrong?
And if so... how bad could that be?
Can I influence the outcome?
I don't know, but as Jack said...
Here's the irony....
To believe in anything like God, Miracles, stuff like that... is like admitting your mad, isn't it?
If I were a Scientist, I'd want some kind of conclusive evidence.
I'd want to be able to say, even if it were only to myself, "That proves it" one way or another.
Know what I mean?
I decided I didn't much like listening to the stories from the Bible at school because it sounded like God wasn't very nice.
From what I understood, the Catholic God was quite mean, scary and not at all the way I imagined a Dad to be. He seemed to be angry, waiting to find fault.
I didn't feel like he loved me while thinking he might want to send me to Hell or Purgatory.
I stopped listening to that, I started paying more attention to subtleties.....
I thought about what I liked instead
I imagined a God who made me feel loved
The only thing that's ever worried me about this is that I keep doubting then, I'd find a reminder.
Little Red Riding Hood, lovely story
Cleopatra - Alexandria (Library)
Cinderella
I like names and words, they have such a Wealth of meaning and sometimes they remind me of things from my past. Even then, I believe in Reincarnation, I suspect I always have. Words can't hurt me but sometimes I may laugh... at the oddest moments even.
I worry about causing offence but, generally speaking, people laugh with me even if they don't have a clue why I'm laughing, I'm not sure I could even explain but, I guess I have infectious laughter... or something.
I like thinking about ancient invention, structure, implication, good gestures and humour is so important.
Don't you think?
I know it's almost ridiculous, mad, unstable, but I'm still a romantic.
I just wish there was a handsome prince out there ... looking for me...
And if he is,
That he'd hurry up
I'm ready
The catch 22 of the story is that ...
It relies on a special kind of magic
This is the sort of stuff you can just conjur up in a minute
It takes time,, reason,...maybe mistakes along the way
So, I'd probably invite a Minotaur, maybe I'm imagining it, but I figure he's got something of Mine?
Wednesday 27 October 2010
.... meaning?
Actions: "I knew a little girl.."
Translates: "Who had a little ....curl..(?).
".. Right?"
Actions: (nods once) <indicates - >
Translates: "In the Centre of her ...Forehead...?
Actions: (shakes head)
Actions: (s o m e demonstration)
Translates: "And when she was .....Good...?
(ah)......She was Very, VERY GOOD!"
*s o m e shared laughter*
Actions: (s o m e 'Further' demonstration)
.......But when she was ...B AD? (ah).......SHE was Horrid?"
Translates: "Who had a little ....curl..(?).
".. Right?"
Actions: (nods once) <indicates - >
Translates: "In the Centre of her ...Forehead...?
Actions: (shakes head)
Actions: (s o m e demonstration)
Translates: "And when she was .....Good...?
(ah)......She was Very, VERY GOOD!"
*s o m e shared laughter*
Actions: (s o m e 'Further' demonstration)
.......But when she was ...B AD? (ah).......SHE was Horrid?"
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Definition....
Theorise with me for a while,
Theory being two elements
(at least)
Theo, abbreviated from Theone (Greek) - and of course, dialectic, phonetic, colloquial and cultural emphasis
Theo means: Itself
Or, to put it another way.....
The One
Orya is another Greek name, meaning
Itself
(It's Elf?)
now ... if you were from Liverpool, you'd pronounce this "Are Ya".. Or ... "Oh Yeah"
Incidentally, in both instances these names are indicative of a FEMALE
(check it out here : http://babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com/meaning_of_Orya.html )
Now, while we're on the subject of Theory, let's consider Einstein's....
Briefly...
I know what it means,
Do you?
Because, if you don't,
Who can I joke with?
Theory being two elements
(at least)
Theo, abbreviated from Theone (Greek) - and of course, dialectic, phonetic, colloquial and cultural emphasis
Theo means: Itself
Or, to put it another way.....
The One
Orya is another Greek name, meaning
Itself
(It's Elf?)
now ... if you were from Liverpool, you'd pronounce this "Are Ya".. Or ... "Oh Yeah"
Incidentally, in both instances these names are indicative of a FEMALE
(check it out here : http://babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com/meaning_of_Orya.html )
Now, while we're on the subject of Theory, let's consider Einstein's....
Briefly...
I know what it means,
Do you?
Because, if you don't,
Who can I joke with?
Apollo...... Geez,..... Us?
I must say sorry to Sarah, anyone who's unsure, if you don't recognise any of the following, it doesn't apply to you.
Sarah,
I am sorry, if it's of any consolation - you did teach me an invaluable lesson which, I have never forgotten.
Sarah,
I am sorry, if it's of any consolation - you did teach me an invaluable lesson which, I have never forgotten.
Childish games.... the purpose of play
I took great interest in a comment my Mother made a number of times,
In passing...
She'd say,
"Oh yes, well... next door .." she'd tilt her head towards the neighbouring wall, "they told me they spent hours and hours enjoying watching you play".
Each time she mentioned it... I'd think about them...
They were an elderly couple when our family moved next door to them (Netherton)
Anyway,
I'd cast my mind back, through the years of play that I'd enjoyed in our garden when I'd been very young
(say .... from 3.5 years to maybe 11)
Trying to think, what had they seen that had SO interested them?
They were a very quiet couple, always polite
He was a good gardener and had subdivided his garden
Pleasure
Equipment
Structure
Growth
Waste
As I'd played my games involving Pirates, Gypsy Queens and little lost something or others.....
I'd watched with pleasure how pretty their garden was...
I can almost smell the scent of Sweet Peas, Lilac, Heather
I loved the Hyacinths ... blue was my favourite
(I think that's because it's a reminder of Bluebells)
He had a graceful arching silver birch that adjoined our garden.
I'd trace the bark with my fingers
Watch ladybirds open their wings...
I loved going to play out after the rain
The smell of fresh clean earth and sea on the breeze...
Richer colours
I'd look to the skies
watch how the clouds moved along with their shape and measure
take a big breath in and exhale slowly
No doubt my neighbours saw me do that often.
But had I done anything I might now find embarrassing?
Well... we did have a concrete path in the centre
Mum hung her washing from the line between the posts either side
In summer...
I'd make tents...
I'd wade into the closets, cupboards, suitcases... collect the selection that I felt sure Mum would allow me to have for this purpose...
Armed with pegs and determination...
I'd build my own tent and try to develop a range of ways to make it Bigger... BETTER, without losing the features I was already used to and enjoyed, about this game.
In passing...
She'd say,
"Oh yes, well... next door .." she'd tilt her head towards the neighbouring wall, "they told me they spent hours and hours enjoying watching you play".
Each time she mentioned it... I'd think about them...
They were an elderly couple when our family moved next door to them (Netherton)
Anyway,
I'd cast my mind back, through the years of play that I'd enjoyed in our garden when I'd been very young
(say .... from 3.5 years to maybe 11)
Trying to think, what had they seen that had SO interested them?
They were a very quiet couple, always polite
He was a good gardener and had subdivided his garden
Pleasure
Equipment
Structure
Growth
Waste
As I'd played my games involving Pirates, Gypsy Queens and little lost something or others.....
I'd watched with pleasure how pretty their garden was...
I can almost smell the scent of Sweet Peas, Lilac, Heather
I loved the Hyacinths ... blue was my favourite
(I think that's because it's a reminder of Bluebells)
He had a graceful arching silver birch that adjoined our garden.
I'd trace the bark with my fingers
Watch ladybirds open their wings...
I loved going to play out after the rain
The smell of fresh clean earth and sea on the breeze...
Richer colours
I'd look to the skies
watch how the clouds moved along with their shape and measure
take a big breath in and exhale slowly
No doubt my neighbours saw me do that often.
But had I done anything I might now find embarrassing?
Well... we did have a concrete path in the centre
Mum hung her washing from the line between the posts either side
In summer...
I'd make tents...
I'd wade into the closets, cupboards, suitcases... collect the selection that I felt sure Mum would allow me to have for this purpose...
Armed with pegs and determination...
I'd build my own tent and try to develop a range of ways to make it Bigger... BETTER, without losing the features I was already used to and enjoyed, about this game.
Religion... Re Legion (Latin?)
Whatever you call it......
I researched so many and found that,
(though there were elements within each of them I don't hold with myself)
At the core of each....
Is the Truth and
The Same Sense and Need to Question.
I researched so many and found that,
(though there were elements within each of them I don't hold with myself)
At the core of each....
Is the Truth and
The Same Sense and Need to Question.
Why Bells are Ringing....
I was just thinking, while outside in my garden
As I listened to the sound (yet again)
Of another ambulance speeding past....
It's Siren moved away and I was left
With the constant and fluctuating ringing of tinnitus
(as it's so called)
My bare feet were cold on the slabs of paving
Considering this and (I know it's odd)
The words of Chris Cringle....
"Everytime you hear a bell ring, another Angel gets its wings!"
One of the things I do love about living in Stafford...
You can hear the church bells peel every Sunday
And it's Lovely!
As I listened to the sound (yet again)
Of another ambulance speeding past....
It's Siren moved away and I was left
With the constant and fluctuating ringing of tinnitus
(as it's so called)
My bare feet were cold on the slabs of paving
Considering this and (I know it's odd)
The words of Chris Cringle....
"Everytime you hear a bell ring, another Angel gets its wings!"
One of the things I do love about living in Stafford...
You can hear the church bells peel every Sunday
And it's Lovely!
Sunday 24 October 2010
Halloween.... Prediction...
Well, of course, I love this time of year,
Being Pagan.
I love All Hallow's Eve, and not just for the occasion.
I mean, for a start...
I get to wear my favourite style dresses outside,
the only down side is it's really cold in October
Especially the last part ....
As a Pagan....
I may view All Hallow's Eve a little bit different to you
For a start... it doesn't scare me
Oh I know.... there's lots of reasons to be scared
Especially in the Dark....
And in this time of year....
When there's Ghosts out there?
A lot of people tell me....
"Oh I don't believe in all that none sense"
And ... y'know... I can understand why they'd want to believe that....
And yet....
Something tells me that they Do think about raising the dead
Quite frequently!
Being Pagan.
I love All Hallow's Eve, and not just for the occasion.
I mean, for a start...
I get to wear my favourite style dresses outside,
the only down side is it's really cold in October
Especially the last part ....
As a Pagan....
I may view All Hallow's Eve a little bit different to you
For a start... it doesn't scare me
Oh I know.... there's lots of reasons to be scared
Especially in the Dark....
And in this time of year....
When there's Ghosts out there?
A lot of people tell me....
"Oh I don't believe in all that none sense"
And ... y'know... I can understand why they'd want to believe that....
And yet....
Something tells me that they Do think about raising the dead
Quite frequently!
Saturday 23 October 2010
The next day....
As Mum was watching the sun rising
(and thinking, "Wow!" as she did everytime)
Adam woke up and turned towards her too.
As they stood together,
Mum put her hand on his head, tousled his hair
Leant down and kissed him......
While he replied,
"Oh Goood Mum, I Love YOU Too!"
followed by,
"Remind me again,... about the surprise?"
Mum said,
"Yes Son?"
"What is it again, what Am I Gettin?"
Mum smiled at his cherubin (cheeky/red) face and laughed
"A Baby Sister!"
"That's right" said Adam,
And the pair almost sang as they chimed together...
"Sugar and spice and All things Nice!"
Why?
Because that's what Little Girls are Made of!!!!
(and thinking, "Wow!" as she did everytime)
Adam woke up and turned towards her too.
As they stood together,
Mum put her hand on his head, tousled his hair
Leant down and kissed him......
While he replied,
"Oh Goood Mum, I Love YOU Too!"
followed by,
"Remind me again,... about the surprise?"
Mum said,
"Yes Son?"
"What is it again, what Am I Gettin?"
Mum smiled at his cherubin (cheeky/red) face and laughed
"A Baby Sister!"
"That's right" said Adam,
And the pair almost sang as they chimed together...
"Sugar and spice and All things Nice!"
Why?
Because that's what Little Girls are Made of!!!!
A Big Question....
Could GOD Exist?
I mean, come on... this is the 21st Century!!!
If He/She DID Exist, surely by now...
There'd be Some Evidence?!
Right?
Let's just think about this?
From a Scientific point of view, because we're clever nowadays....
We understand things better now... that's right?
I've heard and read biblical explanations and questioned them
Learnt about various Theologians and their quest(ion)s for answers....
Listened with deep fascination to how ... throughout man's existence...
There's been various explanations offered ... but none agreed.
Science today tells us
There was a kind of explosion
I like Darwins theory of evolution
String Theory
(and the joke about the length of it)
Chaos Theory
(nice analogy)
These explain a lot of coincidences?
When you scientists look close.... what do you see?
I see
Genius!!!!
I mean, come on... this is the 21st Century!!!
If He/She DID Exist, surely by now...
There'd be Some Evidence?!
Right?
Let's just think about this?
From a Scientific point of view, because we're clever nowadays....
We understand things better now... that's right?
I've heard and read biblical explanations and questioned them
Learnt about various Theologians and their quest(ion)s for answers....
Listened with deep fascination to how ... throughout man's existence...
There's been various explanations offered ... but none agreed.
Science today tells us
There was a kind of explosion
I like Darwins theory of evolution
String Theory
(and the joke about the length of it)
Chaos Theory
(nice analogy)
These explain a lot of coincidences?
When you scientists look close.... what do you see?
I see
Genius!!!!
Once Upon A Time...
A long, long time ago... in a place not unlike England (it was green and so probably rained a lot, but was sunny).
Lived a Mum with her little boy Adam...
One day, Mum walked over to Adam
who was just stretching up to reach a nice juicy apple..
and said,
"I've got a surprise for you!"
Adam smiled and replied,, "Oooh Gooood Mum, what is it?
"You're going to have a baby Sister!!!"
Adam thought for a moment and then asked, "What's that?"
Mum explained about sugar and spice... and all things that are nice....
".... and that's what little girls are made of".
Adam was impressed (he already knew he was a boy because Mum had explained why they were different)
but naturally now he wondered and said.. "Oh Good Mother, but...
what are little boys made of?"
Mum thought about how much fun Adam was and what he loved to do that made him laugh so much and enjoy life....
then said,
"Snips and snails - (Hygiene)
And Puppy dog tails - (waggly/happy)
That's what little Boys are made of!"
Later that night, while in bed...
Mum told Dad and asked,
"Does that seem like a 'FAIR' description to you?"
He said,
"Fairy? Oh, Yes"
She was that too
Lived a Mum with her little boy Adam...
One day, Mum walked over to Adam
who was just stretching up to reach a nice juicy apple..
and said,
"I've got a surprise for you!"
Adam smiled and replied,, "Oooh Gooood Mum, what is it?
"You're going to have a baby Sister!!!"
Adam thought for a moment and then asked, "What's that?"
Mum explained about sugar and spice... and all things that are nice....
".... and that's what little girls are made of".
Adam was impressed (he already knew he was a boy because Mum had explained why they were different)
but naturally now he wondered and said.. "Oh Good Mother, but...
what are little boys made of?"
Mum thought about how much fun Adam was and what he loved to do that made him laugh so much and enjoy life....
then said,
"Snips and snails - (Hygiene)
And Puppy dog tails - (waggly/happy)
That's what little Boys are made of!"
Later that night, while in bed...
Mum told Dad and asked,
"Does that seem like a 'FAIR' description to you?"
He said,
"Fairy? Oh, Yes"
She was that too
The Inside Story.... and A Little but Well known secret is....
That Fairy Godmothers
Do actually exist!
well.. at least...
One does.
I know
And Yes, it is the 21st Century
and nowadays...
Most people think that 'fairies' are (probably) the only people who wear stockings...
But anyway, isn't that great?
A Real Fairy
Godmother!
And the best bit is,
Not only is she Female and English....
(So 'someone' is saying)....
She goes into chat rooms on aol!
(UK only..at the moment, further permission to be mutually agreed)
The reliable source informed me too that
she's already made her first few selections....
People she likes and respects who
she thinks
Deserve to have a Special wish come true...
And what makes it Even better....
Unlike Geni's... (what are they plural? - I forget) anyway...
She's not restricted to 3.
So in effect... you could have as many wishes as you can think of
Granted..,
There is a catch.....
(there always is huh?)
The Fairy Godmother,
because she can,...
Only grants those wishes She likes.
Apparently....
For starters ....
It's got to be good, and she has to be happy to grant it....
And.....
Those whose wishes Are granted....
Have to brag about it afterwards....
(she's got a wicca sense of humour!)
Because the Fairy Godmother is also a story teller....
Who LOVES Happy Ever After 'endings'..
She's far too lazy to write them all for herself!
But with Your help...
She won't have to!
Imagine that?
Apparently the Fairy Godmother has said,
"It should be good clean fun, and hurt ...no one",
she advises:
"Remember that, wishes are special, and you may get one (or more) granted,
But be CAREFUL what You wish for,
Because .... while I have to like it, you may not like it if you haven't thought it through"
She added...
"Magic isn't quite the way people think...
It is real, it really does work... it IS surprising.... and often in the way it applies...
For this reason ... I'll ask a few questions,
For example ....
I'll want to know why you want that wish and
Why it's important.
What may happen is that you get what you need
or more ... if
I like it."
So if your wish is granted, think about how you deserve that and also...
How you could thank her for
What you may have wanted without realising it before."
People have been asking...
What does FGM Mean?
And who is she?
Where is she?
And what does she look like?
I'm reliably told...
Only those with good reasons to be happy know what FGM means actually,
She's also reported to have said,
"There are others that don't yet know me...
Like Richard and Judy
Who... I'd love to meet
Though I will mention to them..
Chris Moyles and his team because I love and listen to their show for the Comedy, Weather and News
and of course Aled."
She added,
"I know people will wonder and so I'd like to tell them...
I do have a broom but prefer to fly around the home with my Dyson."
When she shops, she shops in Tesco's
So she could be on an Aisle somewhere near YOU!
She also mentioned,
"As My Mum always said, and I advise everyone this (because it's true)...
Good Manners cost nothing yet just a little courtesy goes a long way.
So... If and When someone is nice to you, say Thank YOU.
And the next time you're stuck in traffic, thinking about how nice it would be if someone let you out and remember that when that 'someone' could be you, because it might be me you're making happy".
And you know what that may mean!
So folks,
As there's always Christmas
(Whatever your religion maybe)
There's a Good Fairy Godmother ...
Just waiting and
Wanting to make Good People happier
By granting a wish or a few!
(because it makes her happy too)
I also understand that the first wish has already been granted!
I think ... at the moment.... my wish would be ....
That a few good folks were helping the Fairy Godmother...
Probably someone in charge of PR and new products at The Lottery...
Or AOL ...
Google...
Maybe Tesco or Dyson...
I know I'd want to encourage the Fairy Godmother!
If like me....
You'd like to see....
Money going to people who brag about being happy..
If you want to share...
Because you think it's a good idea....
For deserving people to get 'just the right amount' ...
But afterwards say...
"She's SO Generous!"
If you think it's 'clever'...
What would you do if you were in a position to help by backing her up someway?
How would YOU do that?
Or if you wonder, "How might I make a Fairy Godmother happy enough to make MY wish come true...."
Think ... with me....
What would you do?
Do actually exist!
well.. at least...
One does.
I know
And Yes, it is the 21st Century
and nowadays...
Most people think that 'fairies' are (probably) the only people who wear stockings...
But anyway, isn't that great?
A Real Fairy
Godmother!
And the best bit is,
Not only is she Female and English....
(So 'someone' is saying)....
She goes into chat rooms on aol!
(UK only..at the moment, further permission to be mutually agreed)
The reliable source informed me too that
she's already made her first few selections....
People she likes and respects who
she thinks
Deserve to have a Special wish come true...
And what makes it Even better....
Unlike Geni's... (what are they plural? - I forget) anyway...
She's not restricted to 3.
So in effect... you could have as many wishes as you can think of
Granted..,
There is a catch.....
(there always is huh?)
The Fairy Godmother,
because she can,...
Only grants those wishes She likes.
Apparently....
For starters ....
It's got to be good, and she has to be happy to grant it....
And.....
Those whose wishes Are granted....
Have to brag about it afterwards....
(she's got a wicca sense of humour!)
Because the Fairy Godmother is also a story teller....
Who LOVES Happy Ever After 'endings'..
She's far too lazy to write them all for herself!
But with Your help...
She won't have to!
Imagine that?
Apparently the Fairy Godmother has said,
"It should be good clean fun, and hurt ...no one",
she advises:
"Remember that, wishes are special, and you may get one (or more) granted,
But be CAREFUL what You wish for,
Because .... while I have to like it, you may not like it if you haven't thought it through"
She added...
"Magic isn't quite the way people think...
It is real, it really does work... it IS surprising.... and often in the way it applies...
For this reason ... I'll ask a few questions,
For example ....
I'll want to know why you want that wish and
Why it's important.
What may happen is that you get what you need
or more ... if
I like it."
So if your wish is granted, think about how you deserve that and also...
How you could thank her for
What you may have wanted without realising it before."
People have been asking...
What does FGM Mean?
And who is she?
Where is she?
And what does she look like?
I'm reliably told...
Only those with good reasons to be happy know what FGM means actually,
She's also reported to have said,
"There are others that don't yet know me...
Like Richard and Judy
Who... I'd love to meet
Though I will mention to them..
Chris Moyles and his team because I love and listen to their show for the Comedy, Weather and News
and of course Aled."
She added,
"I know people will wonder and so I'd like to tell them...
I do have a broom but prefer to fly around the home with my Dyson."
When she shops, she shops in Tesco's
So she could be on an Aisle somewhere near YOU!
She also mentioned,
"As My Mum always said, and I advise everyone this (because it's true)...
Good Manners cost nothing yet just a little courtesy goes a long way.
So... If and When someone is nice to you, say Thank YOU.
And the next time you're stuck in traffic, thinking about how nice it would be if someone let you out and remember that when that 'someone' could be you, because it might be me you're making happy".
And you know what that may mean!
So folks,
As there's always Christmas
(Whatever your religion maybe)
There's a Good Fairy Godmother ...
Just waiting and
Wanting to make Good People happier
By granting a wish or a few!
(because it makes her happy too)
I also understand that the first wish has already been granted!
I think ... at the moment.... my wish would be ....
That a few good folks were helping the Fairy Godmother...
Probably someone in charge of PR and new products at The Lottery...
Or AOL ...
Google...
Maybe Tesco or Dyson...
I know I'd want to encourage the Fairy Godmother!
If like me....
You'd like to see....
Money going to people who brag about being happy..
If you want to share...
Because you think it's a good idea....
For deserving people to get 'just the right amount' ...
But afterwards say...
"She's SO Generous!"
If you think it's 'clever'...
What would you do if you were in a position to help by backing her up someway?
How would YOU do that?
Or if you wonder, "How might I make a Fairy Godmother happy enough to make MY wish come true...."
Think ... with me....
What would you do?
Friday 15 October 2010
Different perspectives/views
As a child I had many experiences of De ja vu, I thought it was normal until I discovered there was a 'special' term for it (de ja vu - pronounced 'Day Jar Voo' in Scouse/Liverpool speak) and so I started to ask more specific/casual questions about it.
Most were small incidents. Not particularly interesting. I made a small challenge to myself to spot the moment it commenced in real time and make the connection with the last thing that I could remember. Does that make sense?
Sometimes I told people about my experiences.
Initially I noticed that people weren't taking any of them seriously, they were not really interested as such.
Mum and Dad would say, "That's nice"
I was told, "It's not real", "It's a dream", "Your imagination".
It still seemed odd, these 'visions' that I had didn't really make much sense to me. If I were going to choose a story to tell, I'd pick something more interesting and with a happy ending.
Visions included scraps of paper, some words, but not the whole context.
It might be a captured moment, like you've pressed 'Paused'.
I might feel the breeze in my hair, feel the layers of clothing and recognise winter woollen coats and how I was feeling, what I heard in every sense.
I'd tell my Mum, "I was in a classroom, there was water and I could smell paint" or maybe, "I was playing in the sand, I had a bottle and I was measuring".
I remember them because I wanted to discuss them with my Mum, at the time, and about what they might mean, because they confused me.
My Mum reassured me, she told me they were just dreams and not to worry, that I was to forget about them.
Mostly, I did.
Mum had been brought up a devout Catholic. She'd attended Mass regularly several times a week. Having had us children through the assistance of surgery, she'd made a very difficult choice and lived almost daily with the result.
She was also gifted and it scared her.
As a child she'd been sent to stay, along with her brother, with their Aunty. It's possible this happened during the war years (I'm not sure). How long they'd been there, I don't know, but one night (Mum said) something woke her up.
She sat up in bed looking at the core of light that appeared to be floating at the end of her bed. When I asked her to describe it she always struggled and said, "It's hard to say, the light was so bright and pretty it just looked like an angel to me".
When asked what the angel said, Mum could never quote it, she just said, "Well, it told me that I now had a baby sister called Moira".
I think my Mum was about 9 or 10 years old at the time. She hadn't known her Mum (my Grandmother) was pregnant.
The next morning when she went down for breakfast, her Aunt said, "Oh.... I've got a surprise for you!"
Mum said, "I know what it is"
her Aunt said, "You don't, you couldn't know!"
Mum was resolute, "but I do!"
The Aunt said, "Okay, what is it then that you Know?"
Mum replied, "I have a baby sister called Moira"
The Aunt gasped, "How did you Know?!"
Mum then explained about the angel the night before. It turned out that the baby was born just as my Mum woke up to talk to a light.
After my Grandad died, Mum refused to sleep without the bedroom light on.
I think she somehow knew other things, but didn't like talking about it.
A 'good' friend of hers asked her lots of questions whenever she visited and my Mum would often reply, "I don't want to talk about it". Yet her friend would persist.
Whenever I attempted to discuss 'unusual' occurances with my Mum, she would become afraid and tell me that it wasn't good, she didn't know, and not to talk about it.
I read a lot of books.
When visiting Edinburgh in 1977/8. It was summer - June. I was with my Mum, her sister and my brother (I don't remember anyone else with us). My brother and I were playing as we made our way down The Royal Mile towards Holyrood House. Mum and Aunty Moira were in no rush. My brother and I were running forward and then running back, racing with each other.
At one point, I was ahead and was just about to run back when something between the two houses, I was next to, caught my attention. It looked like an alley way entrance. I checked how far away the others were and decided to investigate (I had enough time).
As I stood at the end of the alleyway formed between the two houses, I could see into the courtyard beyond. Initially it seemed quite dull, grey and cold and I could hear the sound of the traffic around Princes' Street.
Then the scene changed, I could see people, sunlight and a large area of deep shade. A man wearing a leather apron stood in sunlight, beside him were a couple of women, they appeared to be talking and next to them seemed to be a barrel. Looking above there was a metal railing and platform, along which a woman was walking. She wore a dark Edwardian styled dress. The skirt swished and I could hear the womans heels as she crossed the platform towards the steps down in the corner opposite to me. Before she was halfway down, the scene began to shift back. The people and sunlight faded, then I noticed the returning buzz of traffic, and that (for a short time) even that had changed.
1985 -
I was sitting in a living room area, there were two open doors between this room and the one beyond (a dining room I think). There was a little girl, I think she was about 2 years old. She had blonde/brown hair (not mousey). Her hair curled at the ends, like she'd had it in very loose rags the night before.
She was toddling over towards me before she fell.
As she began to cry she raised her arms and hands out towards me saying, "Mummy"
What struck me as odd is that I didn't respond the way I would have expected. When I explained this to my husband of some months, I told him that what worried me was that... as the little girl had called me 'Mummy', I thought I should have picked her up straight away.
I did feel, however, that there was 'something' stopping me, I just didn't know at this point what that might be.
I had this 'dream' several times and mentioned it to my Husband who announced it was 'wishful thinking'.
I knew why he said that.
He'd told me just before he proposed (in 1982) that when he was 16 a Consultant explained that he'd never have children due to his disability.
1988 -
I was stood at the front door, I was holding a baby. The baby was wrapped in a shawl, I wondered if I was taking it to be christened and someone spoke to me as I paused in the doorway.
I looked up to see a girl who was about 10 years old, she wore a lemon dress and straw boater.
I was shocked, I realised this was my daughter.
Then the boy stood next to her spoke, I looked at him and knew that he too was my child. He was about 8. He wore a shirt and tie and smart trousers and shoes and a big grin. While I was looking at him I noticed over his shoulder a boy of about 4 or 5 (wearing shorts and a shirt similar) running towards the garden gate. At this point I looked at the man in the car waiting and shouted, "Do you Remember me telling YOU about this?" and he looked startled then nodded in recognition.
When I told my husband I asked him to promise me that he wouldn't forget my prediction. I believe he has kept that promise. Although the event itself may have been different, we had, after the 'vision' one daughter and three sons.
Their current ages are: 22, 20, 17, 14
Most were small incidents. Not particularly interesting. I made a small challenge to myself to spot the moment it commenced in real time and make the connection with the last thing that I could remember. Does that make sense?
Sometimes I told people about my experiences.
Initially I noticed that people weren't taking any of them seriously, they were not really interested as such.
Mum and Dad would say, "That's nice"
I was told, "It's not real", "It's a dream", "Your imagination".
It still seemed odd, these 'visions' that I had didn't really make much sense to me. If I were going to choose a story to tell, I'd pick something more interesting and with a happy ending.
Visions included scraps of paper, some words, but not the whole context.
It might be a captured moment, like you've pressed 'Paused'.
I might feel the breeze in my hair, feel the layers of clothing and recognise winter woollen coats and how I was feeling, what I heard in every sense.
I'd tell my Mum, "I was in a classroom, there was water and I could smell paint" or maybe, "I was playing in the sand, I had a bottle and I was measuring".
I remember them because I wanted to discuss them with my Mum, at the time, and about what they might mean, because they confused me.
My Mum reassured me, she told me they were just dreams and not to worry, that I was to forget about them.
Mostly, I did.
Mum had been brought up a devout Catholic. She'd attended Mass regularly several times a week. Having had us children through the assistance of surgery, she'd made a very difficult choice and lived almost daily with the result.
She was also gifted and it scared her.
As a child she'd been sent to stay, along with her brother, with their Aunty. It's possible this happened during the war years (I'm not sure). How long they'd been there, I don't know, but one night (Mum said) something woke her up.
She sat up in bed looking at the core of light that appeared to be floating at the end of her bed. When I asked her to describe it she always struggled and said, "It's hard to say, the light was so bright and pretty it just looked like an angel to me".
When asked what the angel said, Mum could never quote it, she just said, "Well, it told me that I now had a baby sister called Moira".
I think my Mum was about 9 or 10 years old at the time. She hadn't known her Mum (my Grandmother) was pregnant.
The next morning when she went down for breakfast, her Aunt said, "Oh.... I've got a surprise for you!"
Mum said, "I know what it is"
her Aunt said, "You don't, you couldn't know!"
Mum was resolute, "but I do!"
The Aunt said, "Okay, what is it then that you Know?"
Mum replied, "I have a baby sister called Moira"
The Aunt gasped, "How did you Know?!"
Mum then explained about the angel the night before. It turned out that the baby was born just as my Mum woke up to talk to a light.
After my Grandad died, Mum refused to sleep without the bedroom light on.
I think she somehow knew other things, but didn't like talking about it.
A 'good' friend of hers asked her lots of questions whenever she visited and my Mum would often reply, "I don't want to talk about it". Yet her friend would persist.
Whenever I attempted to discuss 'unusual' occurances with my Mum, she would become afraid and tell me that it wasn't good, she didn't know, and not to talk about it.
I read a lot of books.
When visiting Edinburgh in 1977/8. It was summer - June. I was with my Mum, her sister and my brother (I don't remember anyone else with us). My brother and I were playing as we made our way down The Royal Mile towards Holyrood House. Mum and Aunty Moira were in no rush. My brother and I were running forward and then running back, racing with each other.
At one point, I was ahead and was just about to run back when something between the two houses, I was next to, caught my attention. It looked like an alley way entrance. I checked how far away the others were and decided to investigate (I had enough time).
As I stood at the end of the alleyway formed between the two houses, I could see into the courtyard beyond. Initially it seemed quite dull, grey and cold and I could hear the sound of the traffic around Princes' Street.
Then the scene changed, I could see people, sunlight and a large area of deep shade. A man wearing a leather apron stood in sunlight, beside him were a couple of women, they appeared to be talking and next to them seemed to be a barrel. Looking above there was a metal railing and platform, along which a woman was walking. She wore a dark Edwardian styled dress. The skirt swished and I could hear the womans heels as she crossed the platform towards the steps down in the corner opposite to me. Before she was halfway down, the scene began to shift back. The people and sunlight faded, then I noticed the returning buzz of traffic, and that (for a short time) even that had changed.
1985 -
I was sitting in a living room area, there were two open doors between this room and the one beyond (a dining room I think). There was a little girl, I think she was about 2 years old. She had blonde/brown hair (not mousey). Her hair curled at the ends, like she'd had it in very loose rags the night before.
She was toddling over towards me before she fell.
As she began to cry she raised her arms and hands out towards me saying, "Mummy"
What struck me as odd is that I didn't respond the way I would have expected. When I explained this to my husband of some months, I told him that what worried me was that... as the little girl had called me 'Mummy', I thought I should have picked her up straight away.
I did feel, however, that there was 'something' stopping me, I just didn't know at this point what that might be.
I had this 'dream' several times and mentioned it to my Husband who announced it was 'wishful thinking'.
I knew why he said that.
He'd told me just before he proposed (in 1982) that when he was 16 a Consultant explained that he'd never have children due to his disability.
1988 -
I was stood at the front door, I was holding a baby. The baby was wrapped in a shawl, I wondered if I was taking it to be christened and someone spoke to me as I paused in the doorway.
I looked up to see a girl who was about 10 years old, she wore a lemon dress and straw boater.
I was shocked, I realised this was my daughter.
Then the boy stood next to her spoke, I looked at him and knew that he too was my child. He was about 8. He wore a shirt and tie and smart trousers and shoes and a big grin. While I was looking at him I noticed over his shoulder a boy of about 4 or 5 (wearing shorts and a shirt similar) running towards the garden gate. At this point I looked at the man in the car waiting and shouted, "Do you Remember me telling YOU about this?" and he looked startled then nodded in recognition.
When I told my husband I asked him to promise me that he wouldn't forget my prediction. I believe he has kept that promise. Although the event itself may have been different, we had, after the 'vision' one daughter and three sons.
Their current ages are: 22, 20, 17, 14
Catholic Confession...
We were in Church, by the Confessionals, we were practising what to do and what to say. Each of us in my class took a turn going in and pretending to speak to the priest:
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned..."
In a way it was like learning the script to a play
We each had lines
I got to ad lib half way
However, at this point there was a block
I stumbled across each time
"Sins" - I didn't know what to say.
I thought about the 10 commandments,
I hadn't murdered anyone
I didn't really know what adultery meant but I was almost 100% confident I wasn't involved in it.
I hadn't stolen anything
I wasn't greedy
Just what was I meant to say when the Priest expected me to confess to my sins?
I thought back over the day, the last week... longer
I found myself re-examining past events
for potential
I imagined scenes as a third person
I evaluated
At the end of the last lesson before the 'big' event, the teacher asked if anyone had any questions. My hand went up.
I was relieved when she said for all those with questions to come forward so that I didn't have to state mine publically.
I was able to explain and ask her for advice because I didn't know what to say and I was obviously expected to confess to something.
She made a few suggestions, but I hadn't done any of those things. In the end she said, "Make something up".
"Like what Miss?"
"Or ... you could say .... that you didn't go to Mass".
I think this maybe why the term 'Catch 22' meant something to me when I first heard it.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned..."
In a way it was like learning the script to a play
We each had lines
I got to ad lib half way
However, at this point there was a block
I stumbled across each time
"Sins" - I didn't know what to say.
I thought about the 10 commandments,
I hadn't murdered anyone
I didn't really know what adultery meant but I was almost 100% confident I wasn't involved in it.
I hadn't stolen anything
I wasn't greedy
Just what was I meant to say when the Priest expected me to confess to my sins?
I thought back over the day, the last week... longer
I found myself re-examining past events
for potential
I imagined scenes as a third person
I evaluated
At the end of the last lesson before the 'big' event, the teacher asked if anyone had any questions. My hand went up.
I was relieved when she said for all those with questions to come forward so that I didn't have to state mine publically.
I was able to explain and ask her for advice because I didn't know what to say and I was obviously expected to confess to s
She made a few suggestions, but I hadn't done any of those things. In the end she said, "Make something up".
"Like what Miss?"
"Or ... you could say .... that you didn't go to Mass".
I think this maybe why the term 'Catch 22' meant something to me when I first heard it.
Thursday 14 October 2010
"Why is that so surprising?"
I was having a discussion with my 17 year old son this evening. I'd asked him how college had been today and he'd been explaining about one of his classes. He mentioned, "Jane Eyre", by Charlotte Bronte (of course).
I have a very old copy in my bookcase, he has his own, but I got mine out. I had told my son that my copy was vellum bound (in red) and that for some reason (that I couldn't remember) I'd written the name 'Jane Eyre' on the front. I showed him my book.
Inside the front cover I have written my name and address a few times. I couldn't quite make out all of the writing (I went through phases experimenting with caligraphy) but I could clearly see the first address I had been taught to write and pointing at it I said to my son, "That means I was in 2nd year of Juniors, can you work out how old I was?", my son said,
"No way!"
"Why is that so surprising?"
He said
"That means you were 8" and shook his head.
Well, I may have been 9, but I had lovely handwriting.
I have a very old copy in my bookcase, he has his own, but I got mine out. I had told my son that my copy was vellum bound (in red) and that for some reason (that I couldn't remember) I'd written the name 'Jane Eyre' on the front. I showed him my book.
Inside the front cover I have written my name and address a few times. I couldn't quite make out all of the writing (I went through phases experimenting with caligraphy) but I could clearly see the first address I had been taught to write and pointing at it I said to my son, "That means I was in 2nd year of Juniors, can you work out how old I was?", my son said,
"No way!"
"Why is that so surprising?"
He said
"That means you were 8" and shook his head.
Well, I may have been 9, but I had lovely handwriting.
One Truth about Liars...
Maybe it's due to APD (Auditory Processing Disorder) that I found myself labelled at one point with the title of Liar.
I've often wondered about that because lying isn't in my nature. The first time I recall it being mentioned was when I was about 3 years old. I'd been with my Mum who had been shopping and, as usual, we'd been stopped several times on Mum's shopping route.
My Mum had lots of friends, they often bumped into her at the shops and would keep her chatting for what seemed like aeons. I'd sigh, realign my hand in Mum's hand and either watch them chatting or look about.
In this particular instance, I'd been watching with interest the woman talking to my Mum. I didn't know her, well... usually Mum introduced them as Mrs. Something or other, however, I don't remember her doing that in this case.
Another woman approached and made some comment, I watched her during the few minutes she spoke and explain why she had to leave in a hurry. As she passed the back of the woman facing my Mummy, she raised her left hand and two fingers. I knew it meant 'something' but I didn't know what it was.
Can you guess what happened next?
I stood watching the woman, who wasn't looking at me, as she turned her head back to the direction she was walking.
I pulled my Mum's sleeve....
"Mummy?"
Eventually my Mum responded,
"Yes Barbara?"
I demonstrated...."What does 'this' mean?"
Mum looked shocked and then looked at her friend before saying to me,
"Who have you Seen doing that?"
I could tell from her tone and expression, as well as the looks exchanged between her and her friend, that what I'd just done wasn't a good thing... I was in trouble somehow/someway.
"Well?" Mum said,
She looked cross.
I pointed in the direction the lady had gone,
"That lady did it, I didn't know it was something 'bad'!"
"Which lady?" Mum asked while scanning the movement of women shopping or chatting behind me.
"The one who talked to you both" I said,
Mum stood up straight and asked if I knew to who that gesture had been directed (or words to that effect).
I pointed at my Mum's friend who gasped and said, "Welll... I never would have believed she'd do that!"
and I asked again, "I still don't know what it means?"
Mum said, moving her head towards me, "She's lying, she wouldn't do that"
I was confused. What did Mum mean, did she mean me?
I tried to explain, but Mum kept stopping me by saying, "Be quiet, you've said enough, wait till we get home!" So I wondered what she meant by that too.
I've often wondered about that because lying isn't in my nature. The first time I recall it being mentioned was when I was about 3 years old. I'd been with my Mum who had been shopping and, as usual, we'd been stopped several times on Mum's shopping route.
My Mum had lots of friends, they often bumped into her at the shops and would keep her chatting for what seemed like aeons. I'd sigh, realign my hand in Mum's hand and either watch them chatting or look about.
In this particular instance, I'd been watching with interest the woman talking to my Mum. I didn't know her, well... usually Mum introduced them as Mrs. Something or other, however, I don't remember her doing that in this case.
Another woman approached and made some comment, I watched her during the few minutes she spoke and explain why she had to leave in a hurry. As she passed the back of the woman facing my Mummy, she raised her left hand and two fingers. I knew it meant 'something' but I didn't know what it was.
Can you guess what happened next?
I stood watching the woman, who wasn't looking at me, as she turned her head back to the direction she was walking.
I pulled my Mum's sleeve....
"Mummy?"
Eventually my Mum responded,
"Yes Barbara?"
I demonstrated...."What does 'this' mean?"
Mum looked shocked and then looked at her friend before saying to me,
"Who have you Seen doing that?"
I could tell from her tone and expression, as well as the looks exchanged between her and her friend, that what I'd just done wasn't a good thing... I was in trouble somehow/someway.
"Well?" Mum said,
She looked cross.
I pointed in the direction the lady had gone,
"That lady did it, I didn't know it was something 'bad'!"
"Which lady?" Mum asked while scanning the movement of women shopping or chatting behind me.
"The one who talked to you both" I said,
Mum stood up straight and asked if I knew to who that gesture had been directed (or words to that effect).
I pointed at my Mum's friend who gasped and said, "Welll... I never would have believed she'd do that!"
and I asked again, "I still don't know what it means?"
Mum said, moving her head towards me, "She's lying, she wouldn't do that"
I was confused. What did Mum mean, did she mean me?
I tried to explain, but Mum kept stopping me by saying, "Be quiet, you've said enough, wait till we get home!" So I wondered what she meant by that too.
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Rule of Three...
People don't respond well if you say, "What?" more than once.
Mum's get annoyed and say,"Don't keep saying 'What?' all the while!"
What's the alternative? Pretend you didn't hear them say something they now won't repeat? Not wonder what it may have been?
I think it's 'fair' to say, that the response to,"What?" is likely to be unguarded.
While someone's deciding what it is you want them to repeat, they're usually Looking at you.
A Process is involved, deliberation.
While I'm watching this I'm concerned with avoiding any possible cause for offence, I may feel awkward, because at this point part of what I heard sounded like mumbled or disjointed noises to me.
In a way I imagine it's similar to those occasions when you slip or fall and hope no one else has noticed. There's the potential element of embarrassment involved.
Anyone can make a mistake.
I learnt this on my way home from a pocket money shopping expedition with my brother. I think I was about 7 or 8 which makes my brother approximately 5 or 6 years of age at the same time.
We were almost home, I could see our front garden wall,
I looked for my brother who was lagging behind much further now
I called to him,
"Hurry up slow coach!"
and walked on a little before turning again to see where he was
A couple were walking in front of him
I noticed the elderly lady looked cross as she turned to her companion to make some comment.
Looking past them I could see my brother still taking his time (it seemed)
So I shouted to him, "Come on Lazy Bones, I'm fed up of waiting!"
To my surprise
The Elderly lady replied,
"Do You Mind!"
I glanced behind me (empty pavement)
She addressed me again,
"How Dare you speak like That to Me?!"
I stared a few moments, as her chest heaved and
Closing my mouth first I replied,
"I'm so sorry, but you see...."
She started saying, "I think you're Very Rude... in fact..."
As my brother approached I caught his sleeve and added,
"I was talking to him"
So I learnt:
Don't assume someone is talking to you, you could be mistaken even if they appear to be looking directly at you.
If you don't get clear confirmation be very careful how you do respond or you could end up being embarrassed.
If you feel insulted by a comment, it is probable that, at least, you feel it is true about you in some bad way.
Mum's get annoyed and say,"Don't keep saying 'What?' all the while!"
What's the alternative? Pretend you didn't hear them say something they now won't repeat? Not wonder what it may have been?
I think it's 'fair' to say, that the response to,"What?" is likely to be unguarded.
While someone's deciding what it is you want them to repeat, they're usually Looking at you.
A Process is involved, deliberation.
While I'm watching this I'm concerned with avoiding any possible cause for offence, I may feel awkward, because at this point part of what I heard sounded like mumbled or disjointed noises to me.
In a way I imagine it's similar to those occasions when you slip or fall and hope no one else has noticed. There's the potential element of embarrassment involved.
Anyone can make a mistake.
I learnt this on my way home from a pocket money shopping expedition with my brother. I think I was about 7 or 8 which makes my brother approximately 5 or 6 years of age at the same time.
We were almost home, I could see our front garden wall,
I looked for my brother who was lagging behind much further now
I called to him,
"Hurry up slow coach!"
and walked on a little before turning again to see where he was
A couple were walking in front of him
I noticed the elderly lady looked cross as she turned to her companion to make some comment.
Looking past them I could see my brother still taking his time (it seemed)
So I shouted to him, "Come on Lazy Bones, I'm fed up of waiting!"
To my surprise
The Elderly lady replied,
"Do You Mind!"
I glanced behind me (empty pavement)
She addressed me again,
"How Dare you speak like That to Me?!"
I stared a few moments, as her chest heaved and
Closing my mouth first I replied,
"I'm so sorry, but you see...."
She started saying, "I think you're Very Rude... in fact..."
As my brother approached I caught his sleeve and added,
"I was talking to him"
So I learnt:
Don't assume someone is talking to you, you could be mistaken even if they appear to be looking directly at you.
If you don't get clear confirmation be very careful how you do respond or you could end up being embarrassed.
If you feel insulted by a comment, it is probable that, at least, you feel it is true about you in some bad way.
A Mixed bag....
It's hard to remember everything in order without forgetting some details. I complain about my memory, often I say it's 'sievelike'. That's how it sometimes seems to me.
Have you noticed that it's much easier to remember somethings more than others?
Somethings you just don't seem to need to think about at all, you just remember to do it, you may not even notice that you've done that.
My earliest school reports often comment, "Barbara is a very polite, quiet little girl".
How much does that tell you?
It tells me...
I was listening,
I felt unable to talk, even in classroom discussions,(but if I did, I was 'agreeable')
I was noticeably well behaved,
I spoke only when spoken to,
I sought no assistance,
I didn't mix and chat during classes,
Apart from being very well spoken and paying attention, I was unremarkable in every other way.
The Teacher Didn't Know Me.
By 9 or 10 I'd already realised that much of what I'd thought previously wasn't quite like that at all.
For example: Mum and Dad sometimes fought. It was scary. It tended to occur on Sunday. Dad would go out 'for a pint' and we would never be sure until he came home what kind of evening it would be.
Sometimes he'd sing, "Are you Lonesome tonight... did you miss me tonight...." and Mum would try her best to keep a straight face while he was on one knee before her.
There were other times....
I recall on more than one night, getting out bed and ... in my pyjamas, laying on the floor (covered in paisley lino) and trying to make out the sounds of my parents voices in the living room below.
"What were they arguing about?"
I suppose when you're small that parents are giants and disagreements between them are like the Clash of the Titans.
My Dad read 'The Morning Star' which was 'Red' and meant he was a 'Communist' but I was advised not to mention this.
I also learnt:
The longer you resisted temptation, the better the toast smelt - until you couldn't wait anymore and eventually retrieved it from (the darkness of) the wooden desk you'd kept it in till Milk Break.
Milk was just as nice warm but very different and was known to form blobs if left in the sun.
Being selected as 'Milk Monitor' involved some strange and prior mystical (apparently) event that I never met.
Pea soup actually had ham in it and wasn't green at all.
My Mum liked Pepper, but my Dad loved the Salt.
Vinegar, if poured into a large glass and left on a table could easily be mistaken (for a flat variation of lemonade) and be drank by a very thirsty child.
Perfume doesn't taste as nice as it smells especially after a stomach pump.
Even if it was your highchair first, by the time you've remembered long enough to realise it (at about 2.5 years old) you're already too big to sit in it comfortably or reclaim it.
Did I have any problems associated with APD?
Of course I did, here's one example:
I was playing out in the street with my friend,
My Mum called and we both ran up the steps of my front garden
As I stood before her, my Mum gave me my largest play basket.
I looked at it then looked at my Mum,
She said, "Here's a Shilling, look after it,"
adding, "I want you to take this shilling....."
and, "you can buy sweets with it"
I scratched my forehead, looked at the coin in my hand and the size of the basket.
I checked....
"You're giving me this shilling?" - "Yes"
"You want me to go to the shops with it?" - "Yes"
"I'm allowed to buy sweets with it??" - "Yes"
"I'm to put whatever I buy in this basket?" - "Yes"
"Am I allowed to take my friend with me?" - "Yes, now hurry along!"
I was stood with my back to the zebra crossing by our shopping centre, contemplating the last of the shilling (threepence) in my hand. Discussing with my friend the merits of various sweet shops we'd just been around.
Hearing, "Bar Ba RA!!!" I turned around to see my Mum cycling angrily across the road towards me.
When she was stood next to me she demanded,
"Where are the cigarettes that you were sent to buy for me?"
Ooops.....
Have you noticed that it's much easier to remember somethings more than others?
Somethings you just don't seem to need to think about at all, you just remember to do it, you may not even notice that you've done that.
My earliest school reports often comment, "Barbara is a very polite, quiet little girl".
How much does that tell you?
It tells me...
I was listening,
I felt unable to talk, even in classroom discussions,(but if I did, I was 'agreeable')
I was noticeably well behaved,
I spoke only when spoken to,
I sought no assistance,
I didn't mix and chat during classes,
Apart from being very well spoken and paying attention, I was unremarkable in every other way.
The Teacher Didn't Know Me.
By 9 or 10 I'd already realised that much of what I'd thought previously wasn't quite like that at all.
For example: Mum and Dad sometimes fought. It was scary. It tended to occur on Sunday. Dad would go out 'for a pint' and we would never be sure until he came home what kind of evening it would be.
Sometimes he'd sing, "Are you Lonesome tonight... did you miss me tonight...." and Mum would try her best to keep a straight face while he was on one knee before her.
There were other times....
I recall on more than one night, getting out bed and ... in my pyjamas, laying on the floor (covered in paisley lino) and trying to make out the sounds of my parents voices in the living room below.
"What were they arguing about?"
I suppose when you're small that parents are giants and disagreements between them are like the Clash of the Titans.
My Dad read 'The Morning Star' which was 'Red' and meant he was a 'Communist' but I was advised not to mention this.
I also learnt:
The longer you resisted temptation, the better the toast smelt - until you couldn't wait anymore and eventually retrieved it from (the darkness of) the wooden desk you'd kept it in till Milk Break.
Milk was just as nice warm but very different and was known to form blobs if left in the sun.
Being selected as 'Milk Monitor' involved some strange and prior mystical (apparently) event that I never met.
Pea soup actually had ham in it and wasn't green at all.
My Mum liked Pepper, but my Dad loved the Salt.
Vinegar, if poured into a large glass and left on a table could easily be mistaken (for a flat variation of lemonade) and be drank by a very thirsty child.
Perfume doesn't taste as nice as it smells especially after a stomach pump.
Even if it was your highchair first, by the time you've remembered long enough to realise it (at about 2.5 years old) you're already too big to sit in it comfortably or reclaim it.
Did I have any problems associated with APD?
Of course I did, here's one example:
I was playing out in the street with my friend,
My Mum called and we both ran up the steps of my front garden
As I stood before her, my Mum gave me my largest play basket.
I looked at it then looked at my Mum,
She said, "Here's a Shilling, look after it,"
adding, "I want you to take this shilling....."
and, "you can buy sweets with it"
I scratched my forehead, looked at the coin in my hand and the size of the basket.
I checked....
"You're giving me this shilling?" - "Yes"
"You want me to go to the shops with it?" - "Yes"
"I'm allowed to buy sweets with it??" - "Yes"
"I'm to put whatever I buy in this basket?" - "Yes"
"Am I allowed to take my friend with me?" - "Yes, now hurry along!"
I was stood with my back to the zebra crossing by our shopping centre, contemplating the last of the shilling (threepence) in my hand. Discussing with my friend the merits of various sweet shops we'd just been around.
Hearing, "Bar Ba RA!!!" I turned around to see my Mum cycling angrily across the road towards me.
When she was stood next to me she demanded,
"Where are the cigarettes that you were sent to buy for me?"
Ooops.....
Monday 11 October 2010
On Reflection....
The Teachers weren't very nice to me
In Primary
On Monday mornings the Teacher would ask
"Who never went to Mass yesterday?"
And like a Lamb
I'd raise my arm up
She would signal to me....
I'd get up and go to the front of the class
At first there were others with me
Eventually....
It was just me
On my own
I'd have to kneel down before the class
While we all prayed for my soul.
After a few weeks of this
Sundays began to involve a deep pitted sick feeling
On one occasion
I felt brazen
So when the Teacher asked
I kept my hand on my lap
She repeated the question several times
I sat rigidly
And swallowed hard.
The Teacher began to point to pupils and ask,
"Did YOU go to Mass yesterday?"
"Yes Miss!" they replied
Then she pointed at me
What choice did I have?
I thought rapidly....
Definitions of 'Church' and 'Mass' ran through my mind and I replied,
"Yes Miss"
So she said, "What time did you go?"
I thought quickly
"11 o'clock Mass Miss"
She asked the Class
"Who else went to 11 o'clock Mass?"
The boy who lived next door but two to me said, "I did Miss"
The Teacher asked him,
"Did you see Her there?"
Pointing at me...
He said, "No".
In Primary
On Monday mornings the Teacher would ask
"Who never went to Mass yesterday?"
And like a Lamb
I'd raise my arm up
She would signal to me....
I'd get up and go to the front of the class
At first there were others with me
Eventually....
It was just me
On my own
I'd have to kneel down before the class
While we all prayed for my soul.
After a few weeks of this
Sundays began to involve a deep pitted sick feeling
On one occasion
I felt brazen
So when the Teacher asked
I kept my hand on my lap
She repeated the question several times
I sat rigidly
And swallowed hard.
The Teacher began to point to pupils and ask,
"Did YOU go to Mass yesterday?"
"Yes Miss!" they replied
Then she pointed at me
What choice did I have?
I thought rapidly....
Definitions of 'Church' and 'Mass' ran through my mind and I replied,
"Yes Miss"
So she said, "What time did you go?"
I thought quickly
"11 o'clock Mass Miss"
She asked the Class
"Who else went to 11 o'clock Mass?"
The boy who lived next door but two to me said, "I did Miss"
The Teacher asked him,
"Did you see Her there?"
Pointing at me...
He said, "No".
Through the looking glass...
I was about 5 when I sat on my Mum's bed and got comfortable. I was facing the dressing table mirror. The dressing table was nice, it was wooden with lots of drawers and secret places for jewellery, perfume and make up.
I wasn't in the mood to play
I was being 'quietly'.
I looked at myself in the mirror
Considered the length and style (pony tail) of my hair
I thought about my bottle green uniform
(that I hadn't taken off yet)
The size and shape of my shoes
Features of my face
I stared intently for so long that
I noticed my vision was blurring
The edges of the room
(my peripheral vision)
Were merging into a cloudness
I focused on me
I remained a clear image
While I looked I watched my expression
Because it was starting to change
I checked my feelings
Noticed that I felt strangely happy
Like something really good was about to happen
I wondered what it was or might be
While I was wondering what the meal was that my Mother was preparing (and I attempted to identify each individual contribution to the aroma wafting upstairs from the kitchen)....
The clouds in the mirror around me began slowly to change shape
I looked at my expression again
and remembered to close my mouth because Mum said,
"You'll catch something like that!"
Faces appeared from the mists of the mirror
I counted
There were four
They seemed to speak
In fact
They were all smiling and laughing
They'd come to speak to me
I wondered who they were
I felt that .... somehow.... strangely.....
They were my children...
They were explaining....
I wasn't in the mood to play
I was being 'quietly'.
I looked at myself in the mirror
Considered the length and style (pony tail) of my hair
I thought about my bottle green uniform
(that I hadn't taken off yet)
The size and shape of my shoes
Features of my face
I stared intently for so long that
I noticed my vision was blurring
The edges of the room
(my peripheral vision)
Were merging into a cloudness
I focused on me
I remained a clear image
While I looked I watched my expression
Because it was starting to change
I checked my feelings
Noticed that I felt strangely happy
Like something really good was about to happen
I wondered what it was or might be
While I was wondering what the meal was that my Mother was preparing (and I attempted to identify each individual contribution to the aroma wafting upstairs from the kitchen)....
The clouds in the mirror around me began slowly to change shape
I looked at my expression again
and remembered to close my mouth because Mum said,
"You'll catch something like that!"
Faces appeared from the mists of the mirror
I counted
There were four
They seemed to speak
In fact
They were all smiling and laughing
They'd come to speak to me
I wondered who they were
I felt that .... somehow.... strangely.....
They were my children...
They were explaining....
Sunday 10 October 2010
Beliefs....
My parents were 'lapsed' Catholics.
They'd done something awful.
Mum said, "Well the Doctors advised us that to have any more than 3 children meant that either the baby or I would die because of the Ceasarian."
Dad added, "When the Priest came to see me, he told me to lie by saying that we hadn't known what it was we were signing!".
He told me too, "I asked the Priest, "Well what would happen if my wife died giving birth, how would I manage and work with 4 children?" do you know what he said? "There's good Catholic Homes" and he meant Orphanages!"
It seemed unfair to me and especially when I thought of the prayers we said in school and in Church.
When searching my dictionary I found the word 'Hypocrisy' I knew immediately it was the word I'd been looking for.
They'd done something awful.
Mum said, "Well the Doctors advised us that to have any more than 3 children meant that either the baby or I would die because of the Ceasarian."
Dad added, "When the Priest came to see me, he told me to lie by saying that we hadn't known what it was we were signing!".
He told me too, "I asked the Priest, "Well what would happen if my wife died giving birth, how would I manage and work with 4 children?" do you know what he said? "There's good Catholic Homes" and he meant Orphanages!"
It seemed unfair to me and especially when I thought of the prayers we said in school and in Church.
When searching my dictionary I found the word 'Hypocrisy' I knew immediately it was the word I'd been looking for.
To Question....
Part of learning involves questioning and of course (not only) listening to the answers. As a child this formed a large part of any conversation with me, like most children.
While creating daisy-chains with my Mother, "Did you do this with your Mummy when you were little?"
When a little older most of my Mum's answers involved the comment, "Barbara.... you blind me with science". Which I took to mean, "Ask your Father".
My favourite books included: The Secret Garden, The Borrowers, Nancy Drew, Anything to do with Ballet, Black Beauty, History (not about WW1 or 2), Jane Eyre and the Dictionary.
Authors included: Hans Christian Anderson, The Brothers Grimm, Shakespeare, Charlotte Bronte
Publishers included: Ladybird and Penguin, Mills & Boon
The Films I'd watched: Cinderella, Bambi, King Kong and Godzilla, The Ten Commandments, Samson and Delilah, The Taming of the Shrew, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Jason and The Argonauts, Hobson's Choice, The Family Way, Mighty Joe Young, Gypsy Rose Lee, Dr. Doolittle, Star Wars, Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid, Heaven can wait, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, To Sir With Love, Little Women, The Graduate,
Favourite Actors: Dean Martin, Laurel & Hardy, Jodie Foster, Bette Davis, Spencer Tracy, Elvis, Natalie Wood, Doris Day, Barbra Streisand, Robert Redford, Paul Newman, Kirk Douglas, Warren Beatty, Julie Andrews, Sir John Mills, Sir Laurence Olivier, Sydney Poitier, Dustin Hoffman
Favourite Programmes: Tomorrow's World, The Tomorrow People, Magpie, John Craven's Newsround, Johnny Morris, Crackajack, Jackanory, Tales of the Unexpected, The Twilight Zone, Roots, Rich Man Poor Man
Songs/Music(ians) I liked and loved:
I feel like dancing, Down deep inside, Mr Blue Sky, Tiger Feet, Puppy Love, Evergreen, You can do anything you wanna, The Way We Were, Don't fear the reaper, Itzac Perlman, The Nutcracker Suite, Greensleeves, David Cassidy, Swan Lake, Stay with me till dawn, Itchy Coo Park, ELO,
While creating daisy-chains with my Mother, "Did you do this with your Mummy when you were little?"
When a little older most of my Mum's answers involved the comment, "Barbara.... you blind me with science". Which I took to mean, "Ask your Father".
My favourite books included: The Secret Garden, The Borrowers, Nancy Drew, Anything to do with Ballet, Black Beauty, History (not about WW1 or 2), Jane Eyre and the Dictionary.
Authors included: Hans Christian Anderson, The Brothers Grimm, Shakespeare, Charlotte Bronte
Publishers included: Ladybird and Penguin, Mills & Boon
The Films I'd watched: Cinderella, Bambi, King Kong and Godzilla, The Ten Commandments, Samson and Delilah, The Taming of the Shrew, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Jason and The Argonauts, Hobson's Choice, The Family Way, Mighty Joe Young, Gypsy Rose Lee, Dr. Doolittle, Star Wars, Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid, Heaven can wait, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, To Sir With Love, Little Women, The Graduate,
Favourite Actors: Dean Martin, Laurel & Hardy, Jodie Foster, Bette Davis, Spencer Tracy, Elvis, Natalie Wood, Doris Day, Barbra Streisand, Robert Redford, Paul Newman, Kirk Douglas, Warren Beatty, Julie Andrews, Sir John Mills, Sir Laurence Olivier, Sydney Poitier, Dustin Hoffman
Favourite Programmes: Tomorrow's World, The Tomorrow People, Magpie, John Craven's Newsround, Johnny Morris, Crackajack, Jackanory, Tales of the Unexpected, The Twilight Zone, Roots, Rich Man Poor Man
Songs/Music(ians) I liked and loved:
I feel like dancing, Down deep inside, Mr Blue Sky, Tiger Feet, Puppy Love, Evergreen, You can do anything you wanna, The Way We Were, Don't fear the reaper, Itzac Perlman, The Nutcracker Suite, Greensleeves, David Cassidy, Swan Lake, Stay with me till dawn, Itchy Coo Park, ELO,
Saturday 9 October 2010
Learning.....
From as young an age as I can remember, I've been learning.
I imagine everyone is the same, until I'm told otherwise (still learning).
Although I'm now 47, like a child, information is soaked up like a sponge. I don't feel the need to recall dates or specific information of that nature, unless there's some particular reason why I feel the need to note it.
I learnt at school how to abbreviate. While others struggled to exaggerate. I developed a range of strategies to remind me. Perhaps more interestingly, I sought out means to practice and experiment regularly.
I asked my Dad once, "What's the point of learning the likes of trigonometry, and when am I ever going to want to waste time and water calculating the volume when 5 buckets are being added everytime a litre goes down the hole on the corner?"
He said, "Well.... you never know when, but that particular skill will come in handy."
He was right, but I don't think I've ever used trigonometry since 1979.
I imagine everyone is the same, until I'm told otherwise (still learning).
Although I'm now 47, like a child, information is soaked up like a sponge. I don't feel the need to recall dates or specific information of that nature, unless there's some particular reason why I feel the need to note it.
I learnt at school how to abbreviate. While others struggled to exaggerate. I developed a range of strategies to remind me. Perhaps more interestingly, I sought out means to practice and experiment regularly.
I asked my Dad once, "What's the point of learning the likes of trigonometry, and when am I ever going to want to waste time and water calculating the volume when 5 buckets are being added everytime a litre goes down the hole on the corner?"
He said, "Well.... you never know when, but that particular skill will come in handy."
He was right, but I don't think I've ever used trigonometry since 1979.
When I was 8....
My cousins came to visit to celebrate my birthday with me.
Our garden was unusual in layout because it was triangular.
Mum said that she wasn't a gardener like the previous occupants when I asked about the different height of grass at the edges.
I had a trike.
It was red.
It had big wheels front and back and a basket between the handles
And a bell, of course... "Dringgg, dringgg, drinnggg"
My cousins and I had gone to the garden to play and they were pushing my trike around while I peddled, when it tipped sideways into the dip around the edge of the lawn. We had a metal 'link-chain' fencing, which was worn.
When I stood up I was surrounded by cousins asking if I was alright. I looked down, nothing bleeding, no apparent tear or soil to clothing, nothing apart from my right 'little' finger hurt. I inspected it.
I could see where the skin was torn, in fact, it appeared to be hanging off. I held it in place while announcing, "I'm okay, but I think I'll tell Mum in the house".
So off I trotted
Mum said, "Stand still - there" placing me at the end of the kitchen counter, while she tried to reach the first aid box".
I stood still and examined my digit. It 'looked' okay until I touched it.
Like a flap, the surface of my smallest knuckle lifted to reveal what's intended to be internal.
I think my horror overtook curiosity
In the meantime, unbeknownst to me
from the lounge
My Dad looked up from his crossword
To Watch
As conciousness resurfaced
I made note
It was dark
Then I could see an outline
Faces were forming
I was lying down
They were talking
Who were they?
What were they saying?
Why couldn't I hear them?
It seemed like a long time
While they became more easy to see
I watched their faces, especially their mouths
then the sound started to come
what did they say?
Oh, my name!
"Barbara!, Barbara!", "Are you alright?"
Memory returned
These were my Parents.
What could I say
They were waiting for an answer
I licked my lips and said,
"I'm okay, how did I get here on the sofa, what happened?"
They asked me what I remembered
I said
"I was stood at the counter looking at the skin on my finger and then .... I woke up, but I didn't recognise you at first."
They said that was okay, and that Dad had seen me start to fall (like a log) and managed to catch me before I'd hit the floor. This was good because, if I'd banged my head, it may have caused something terrible.
After that, I fainted a few times. Once in class - Juniors (2nd Year) - I'd bit my lip, it tasted like blood, I asked the kid sat next to me, "Is my lip bleeding?", she said, "Yes", the next thing I knew was noticing the apparent speed of the blue marbled floor as I watched it.
I asked her what she'd noticed after she'd answered the question and she said, "You smiled and fell forward with your head between our two desks. Then you sat up and asked me what I'd noticed."
I wanted to know if anything else had happened, to be sure how much time had elapsed.
She told me she'd not spoken to anyone, nothing else had happened except that she'd laughed thinking I was playing and being silly to make her laugh (because I'd smiled and done something strange without explanation).
I learnt how to recognise early warning signs - Light headed, 'rushing' sound (blood flow redirected).
I learnt how to prevent progression :
Lay down in a comfortable and safe place
Raise legs above head height (if possible)
Keep safe
Our garden was unusual in layout because it was triangular.
Mum said that she wasn't a gardener like the previous occupants when I asked about the different height of grass at the edges.
I had a trike.
It was red.
It had big wheels front and back and a basket between the handles
And a bell, of course... "Dringgg, dringgg, drinnggg"
My cousins and I had gone to the garden to play and they were pushing my trike around while I peddled, when it tipped sideways into the dip around the edge of the lawn. We had a metal 'link-chain' fencing, which was worn.
When I stood up I was surrounded by cousins asking if I was alright. I looked down, nothing bleeding, no apparent tear or soil to clothing, nothing apart from my right 'little' finger hurt. I inspected it.
I could see where the skin was torn, in fact, it appeared to be hanging off. I held it in place while announcing, "I'm okay, but I think I'll tell Mum in the house".
So off I trotted
Mum said, "Stand still - there" placing me at the end of the kitchen counter, while she tried to reach the first aid box".
I stood still and examined my digit. It 'looked' okay until I touched it.
Like a flap, the surface of my smallest knuckle lifted to reveal what's intended to be internal.
I think my horror overtook curiosity
In the meantime, unbeknownst to me
from the lounge
My Dad looked up from his crossword
To Watch
As conciousness resurfaced
I made note
It was dark
Then I could see an outline
Faces were forming
I was lying down
They were talking
Who were they?
What were they saying?
Why couldn't I hear them?
It seemed like a long time
While they became more easy to see
I watched their faces, especially their mouths
then the sound started to come
what did they say?
Oh, my name!
"Barbara!, Barbara!", "Are you alright?"
Memory returned
These were my Parents.
What could I say
They were waiting for an answer
I licked my lips and said,
"I'm okay, how did I get here on the sofa, what happened?"
They asked me what I remembered
I said
"I was stood at the counter looking at the skin on my finger and then .... I woke up, but I didn't recognise you at first."
They said that was okay, and that Dad had seen me start to fall (like a log) and managed to catch me before I'd hit the floor. This was good because, if I'd banged my head, it may have caused something terrible.
After that, I fainted a few times. Once in class - Juniors (2nd Year) - I'd bit my lip, it tasted like blood, I asked the kid sat next to me, "Is my lip bleeding?", she said, "Yes", the next thing I knew was noticing the apparent speed of the blue marbled floor as I watched it.
I asked her what she'd noticed after she'd answered the question and she said, "You smiled and fell forward with your head between our two desks. Then you sat up and asked me what I'd noticed."
I wanted to know if anything else had happened, to be sure how much time had elapsed.
She told me she'd not spoken to anyone, nothing else had happened except that she'd laughed thinking I was playing and being silly to make her laugh (because I'd smiled and done something strange without explanation).
I learnt how to recognise early warning signs - Light headed, 'rushing' sound (blood flow redirected).
I learnt how to prevent progression :
Lay down in a comfortable and safe place
Raise legs above head height (if possible)
Keep safe
Friday 8 October 2010
What do you want to be when you grow up?
How many times do we hear that question?
Long after it's spoken?
I'm 47 and still trying to answer.
When I was initially asked I said,
"A Good Mum".
I went through phases,
Someone medical?
A Nurse or Doctor
Surgeon... maybe?
A Teacher,
Witch
A Priest
Nun
I checked what was involved, orthodox
Priest and Nun were ruled out by pre-conditions/definition.
Hairdresser, Beautician, Artist
I was good at all of these
Journalist, Columnist, Author, Hermit?
I could do these too, but would I like it?
Law and Order also appealed
However, it seemed, I was the wrong age (too young), wrong gender.
Politics interested me, current and historically
Ancient inventions - purpose, motivation, result
Science, philosophy, expression, freedom, theory and accuracy.
What could I rule out? (It might be easier)
Even if the option became available, I prefer not to be male.
Although I have green belts in JuJitsu, Taekwondo and Karate - I don't like fighting. I prefer to discuss and deal with potential disagreement that result.
I've attempted to explain to my children, having less choice makes life easier.
It's not a fault either, it makes sense in many respects, which is probably the reason why it's applied so frequently.
However, because it Sum x helps, it's easier to eliminate by dis like, and good reason always rises.
+
I've heard since a child, every variation of, "You can't beat experience", "The best way to learn is to Try it", "The Best of the Top came from the Bottom".
We carry advice through our lives as a control 'test'.
For example:
How true are the following phrases: -
"Work hard and you'll do well"
"It doesn't pay to lie"
"You're respected if you're good"
"You get what you deserve"
"Blondes have more fun"
"You never look back once you've been with an African"
"Being Good is what matters most"
"It's what's inside that really matters"
"A Degree is the only proof of intelligent ability"
Long after it's spoken?
I'm 47 and still trying to answer.
When I was initially asked I said,
"A Good Mum".
I went through phases,
Someone medical?
A Nurse or Doctor
Surgeon... maybe?
A Teacher,
Witch
A Priest
Nun
I checked what was involved, orthodox
Priest and Nun were ruled out by pre-conditions/definition.
Hairdresser, Beautician, Artist
I was good at all of these
Journalist, Columnist, Author, Hermit?
I could do these too, but would I like it?
Law and Order also appealed
However, it seemed, I was the wrong age (too young), wrong gender.
Politics interested me, current and historically
Ancient inventions - purpose, motivation, result
Science, philosophy, expression, freedom, theory and accuracy.
What could I rule out? (It might be easier)
Even if the option became available, I prefer not to be male.
Although I have green belts in JuJitsu, Taekwondo and Karate - I don't like fighting. I prefer to discuss and deal with potential disagreement that result.
I've attempted to explain to my children, having less choice makes life easier.
It's not a fault either, it makes sense in many respects, which is probably the reason why it's applied so frequently.
However, because it Sum x helps, it's easier to eliminate by dis like, and good reason always rises.
+
I've heard since a child, every variation of, "You can't beat experience", "The best way to learn is to Try it", "The Best of the Top came from the Bottom".
We carry advice through our lives as a control 'test'.
For example:
How true are the following phrases: -
"Work hard and you'll do well"
"It doesn't pay to lie"
"You're respected if you're good"
"You get what you deserve"
"Blondes have more fun"
"You never look back once you've been with an African"
"Being Good is what matters most"
"It's what's inside that really matters"
"A Degree is the only proof of intelligent ability"
Between the lines...
It must have took the first week
before I figured it out
There were two thick black lines
that kept mysteriously appearing and disappearing
When I arrived at school they weren't there
At break they were highly visible
And yet
By the end of the day
They'd gone away
Then I solved the mystery
On that Friday morn
As Mum dragged me toward
My classroom (at the end of the corridor)
I happened to glance
(only by chance)
Over my shoulder.
Before me lay
Sky Blue (marbled) lino
And yet
Behind me
Between the lines of my heels
Was my shadow
Now it all made sense
I didn't like school much from the beginning of it.
before I figured it out
There were two thick black lines
that kept mysteriously appearing and disappearing
When I arrived at school they weren't there
At break they were highly visible
And yet
By the end of the day
They'd gone away
Then I solved the mystery
On that Friday morn
As Mum dragged me toward
My classroom (at the end of the corridor)
I happened to glance
(only by chance)
Over my shoulder.
Before me lay
Sky Blue (marbled) lino
And yet
Behind me
Between the lines of my heels
Was my shadow
Now it all made sense
I didn't like school much from the beginning of it.
Thursday 7 October 2010
When you were little.....
My Dad was a Merchant Sailor, he walked with a 'rolling' gait. I could recognise him from a distance approximately of a quarter of a mile.
He was of Irish descent, with tousled darkest brown curling hair.
He looked like, and sounded like Dean Martin.
He was tall, handsome, intelligent and articulate, if not always eloquent.
He drank beer.
When he called, with a lilt, "Darling....."
He meant my Mum
I remember the look on his face when he did.
I've seen and heard it said many times in many ways
But never has it been in the way my Dad did.
He called me 'Tilly-Mint' or would tousle my hair and call me 'Tatty-Head!'
When I asked my Dad, "What's a 'Tilly-mint'?", he said,
"Something 'special - a Treat'".
So when I became a Mum
Choosing my child's name was very important
I thought about names I liked
Why I liked them
Why I didn't like other names that were suggested
You'd think I'd be prepared for this
Afterall, I'd been practising all my life
Considering names
We called Our Miracle
"God's Gift of Grace", "Wished For Child"
In Hebrew
1968.... "School"
It was dark in the room, just the light from the landing as I stood before the dressing-table mirror looking at my reflection.
"Bottle - Green" was the colour of my uniform. I never forgot that colour description because I'd asked my Mother to repeat it so many times while we'd been shopping for it. (each time I would imagine the background history for it - Bottles = Green, vice/versa?).
I was so excited and nervous, even I could see it in my face.
I had a fringe, which was straight - I tilted my head to one side to check it.
Grinned at myself and pulled my brand new 'bottle green cardi' down (both hands front/middle). I had to 'bob up and down' just to see all of myself in the mirror.
"Bottle - Green" was the colour of my uniform. I never forgot that colour description because I'd asked my Mother to repeat it so many times while we'd been shopping for it. (each time I would imagine the background history for it - Bottles = Green, vice/versa?).
I was so excited and nervous, even I could see it in my face.
I had a fringe, which was straight - I tilted my head to one side to check it.
Grinned at myself and pulled my brand new 'bottle green cardi' down (both hands front/middle). I had to 'bob up and down' just to see all of myself in the mirror.
"Have you ever noticed that....."
Reason follows logic in explanation?
What I mean is, that you may make a decision in an instant and when asked could/would provide a multitude of reasons that are applicable and inclusive to the conclusion, but..... it could take minutes to provide these, maybe days, or much longer.
The reason being that this process is so much longer is - Storage/Retrieval.
This identifies the concious region involved by implication - Conciousness.
The concious state is only limited in it's knowledge/understanding because we have a much older and better established and proven highly successful protective state that precedes and controls it. How do we know this?
Your memory is limited - by choice
It May Appear Instinctive or..... Pre-meditated
The Unconcious mind is tasked with the 'operational' - purpose - exist/exchange information.
Competitive factors are involved, but all, ultimately, self serving in both individual and co-operative primordial respects.
Or, to put it another way, sometimes you do what you do because there's a reason that it suits you. You may mention and discuss it for comparison (what would you do? scenario). If you don't, you don't require the feedback information from a comparable debate.
What I mean is, that you may make a decision in an instant and when asked could/would provide a multitude of reasons that are applicable and inclusive to the conclusion, but..... it could take minutes to provide these, maybe days, or much longer.
The reason being that this process is so much longer is - Storage/Retrieval.
This identifies the concious region involved by implication - Conciousness.
The concious state is only limited in it's knowledge/understanding because we have a much older and better established and proven highly successful protective state that precedes and controls it. How do we know this?
Your memory is limited - by choice
It May Appear Instinctive or..... Pre-meditated
The Unconcious mind is tasked with the 'operational' - purpose - exist/exchange information.
Competitive factors are involved, but all, ultimately, self serving in both individual and co-operative primordial respects.
Or, to put it another way, sometimes you do what you do because there's a reason that it suits you. You may mention and discuss it for comparison (what would you do? scenario). If you don't, you don't require the feedback information from a comparable debate.
Wednesday 6 October 2010
Tuesday 5 October 2010
My Mother said....
When I was 4, the bus from the Pier Head to our 'Terminus' was about 90 minutes. On one occasion, with my Mother and (younger) brother, I climbed upstairs to the front of the bus for the journeys duration.
A woman sat behind my Mum and, She, I noticed, kept looking at me. However, I continued to play and - through discussion - describing possible parameters to my brother, pausing only on occasion - for clarification (asking my Mum a question.).
Our bus finally stopped and the woman behind my Mum tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned, the woman said, "Does your daughter (nodding in my direction) not pause for breath?"
With a heavily resigned sigh, my Mother replied......
"No"
The woman returned the stare before comment, "Well... " she said, "You have my sympathy"
and my Mum 'thanked' her.
Minutes later, as Mum helped me jump the distance between the bus step to the pavement, I asked her,
"Mummm..... when that woman said something about me, before, what did she mean?"
My Mother said, "She said you're a 'Chatterbox'",
I said, "What's a Chatterbox?"
My Mother said, "Someone who keeps talking and asking questions from the moment that they wake up till they're tucked up in bed"
A woman sat behind my Mum and, She, I noticed, kept looking at me. However, I continued to play and - through discussion - describing possible parameters to my brother, pausing only on occasion - for clarification (asking my Mum a question.).
Our bus finally stopped and the woman behind my Mum tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned, the woman said, "Does your daughter (nodding in my direction) not pause for breath?"
With a heavily resigned sigh, my Mother replied......
"No"
The woman returned the stare before comment, "Well... " she said, "You have my sympathy"
and my Mum 'thanked' her.
Minutes later, as Mum helped me jump the distance between the bus step to the pavement, I asked her,
"Mummm..... when that woman said something about me, before, what did she mean?"
My Mother said, "She said you're a 'Chatterbox'",
I said, "What's a Chatterbox?"
My Mother said, "Someone who keeps talking and asking questions from the moment that they wake up till they're tucked up in bed"
When I was young...
I grew up watching t.v develop.
The first programmes I can remember watching 'with Mother' were in black and white. Films originally watched at the 'Saturday' cinema (when our parents were young) were re-enjoyed, and as a consequence, I learnt what 'bent as a corkscrew' and critical comment meant.
Why it was odd to have a blue-eyed American Indian, and that Tarzan had previously won the Olympics. King Kong still 'Ruled' and Jo Mighty might be related....
I remember debating the question, with my younger brother and slightly older cousin, how much a single phrase can convey when discussing the merits of the expression (facial and intonation) of....
"Ung Gowa!"
as stated by Johnny Weissmuller (if that's how it's spelt)
playing Tarzan.
In His jungle, tigers, lions, crocodiles and elephants all responded when called.... <beating of chest and called/- elongated...... >
"Unggggggg Gowaaahhh!!!"
When chimpanzees approached him, he'd greet them alike, "Ung gowa" <softly spoken> and extend an arm (or two).... quite natural.
The first programmes I can remember watching 'with Mother' were in black and white. Films originally watched at the 'Saturday' cinema (when our parents were young) were re-enjoyed, and as a consequence, I learnt what 'bent as a corkscrew' and critical comment meant.
Why it was odd to have a blue-eyed American Indian, and that Tarzan had previously won the Olympics. King Kong still 'Ruled' and Jo Mighty might be related....
I remember debating the question, with my younger brother and slightly older cousin, how much a single phrase can convey when discussing the merits of the expression (facial and intonation) of....
"Ung Gowa!"
as stated by Johnny Weissmuller (if that's how it's spelt)
playing Tarzan.
In His jungle, tigers, lions, crocodiles and elephants all responded when called.... <beating of chest and called/- elongated...... >
"Unggggggg Gowaaahhh!!!"
When chimpanzees approached him, he'd greet them alike, "Ung gowa" <softly spoken> and extend an arm (or two).... quite natural.
Doctor Whose Little?
My Daughter moves out this week, moving back to (commute easily to and from) University.
I shall miss her.
However, I will turn over luxuriously instead of getting up at daft o'clock to pick her up at weekends and relax a little more when not dashing (at short notice) to stations to collect tickets moments before the train departs.
While she's been here I have taken opportunities, told her stories of, "When I was young...", "My Mother said....", "When you were little....", "Have you noticed that....", and "What do you think ...."
To Be Continued......
I shall miss her.
However, I will turn over luxuriously instead of getting up at daft o'clock to pick her up at weekends and relax a little more when not dashing (at short notice) to stations to collect tickets moments before the train departs.
While she's been here I have taken opportunities, told her stories of, "When I was young...", "My Mother said....", "When you were little....", "Have you noticed that....", and "What do you think ...."
To Be Continued......
Monday 4 October 2010
Superstitious 'Olde Whyvs Ways'.... clap-trap
If I said, "Reincarnation" are you immediately recalling every comment against the theory?
How about, "Multiverse" - does that make you think I'm contemporary, philosophical, scientific, realistic and fact based?
However, I could say something else....
"Reincarnation.... "
"Multiverse.... "
"Relativity.... "
"Snap!"
How about, "Multiverse" - does that make you think I'm contemporary, philosophical, scientific, realistic and fact based?
However, I could say something else....
"Reincarnation.... "
"Multiverse.... "
"Relativity.... "
"Snap!"
Sunday 3 October 2010
P (n) )
Influences... are they always seminal or would subliminal be more acceptable do you think?
Networking...
This is a 20th Century phenomena?
Well, that depends on what 'networking' means to you at this instant. There's a range of ways of applying this term incontext.
At this point in my life I'm concerned with:
Friendships,
Business Contacts, they're always handy to have
Socialising, ... it just makes sense
This is a 20th Century phenomena?
Well, that depends on what 'networking' means to you at this instant. There's a range of ways of applying this term incontext.
At this point in my life I'm concerned with:
Friendships,
Business Contacts, they're always handy to have
Socialising, ... it just makes sense
Today's Horror scoped....
"Happy birthday!
Thanks!
Today the Sun returns to the position it was in when you were born.
That's interesting
As would seem appropriate with this transit, today is a day of new beginnings, and the influences you feel today will affect the entire year to come.
Woo hoo.... oh... wait, I should be careful?
However, this does not mean that the whole year will be disappointing if today doesn't work out exactly as planned.
Hmmm....
You are receiving a new impulse from the energy center within you, as symbolized by the Sun.
Therefore any new venture that you start at this time"" will ride the crest of this new energy and will very likely come to an acceptable conclusion.
Whatever you do or begin today will bear the stamp of your individuality more than anything else.
This is the day to assert yourself anew. "
Thanks!
Today the Sun returns to the position it was in when you were born.
That's interesting
As would seem appropriate with this transit, today is a day of new beginnings, and the influences you feel today will affect the entire year to come.
Woo hoo.... oh... wait, I should be careful?
However, this does not mean that the whole year will be disappointing if today doesn't work out exactly as planned.
Hmmm....
You are receiving a new impulse from the energy center within you, as symbolized by the Sun.
Therefore any new venture that you start at this time"" will ride the crest of this new energy and will very likely come to an acceptable conclusion.
Whatever you do or begin today will bear the stamp of your individuality more than anything else.
This is the day to assert yourself anew. "
Saturday 2 October 2010
Good question.... and I have several answers
Dannyman52 [07:42]: hi
Lara Dared [07:43]: Hello
Dannyman52 [07:43]: how are you
Lara Dared [07:43]: Am I in a chat room and forgotten?
Dannyman52 [07:43]: no
Dannyman52 [07:44]: you are on my buddy list
Lara Dared [07:44]: Ah right, I figured I'd ask
Lara Dared [07:44]: Have we actually chatted before?
Dannyman52 [07:44]: we must have spoke before
Dannyman52 [07:44]: are you an artist
Lara Dared [07:44]: Yes I am
Dannyman52 [07:44]: then we have
Lara Dared [07:44]: you'd only know that if we'd chatted, probably
Dannyman52 [07:45]: yes would have been a lucky guess i think
Lara Dared [07:45]: <smiles> probably
Dannyman52 [07:45]: you are from stafford
Lara Dared [07:46]: correct, in so far as... that's where I live
Dannyman52 [07:46]: from liverpool
Lara Dared [07:46]: Yes, that's right
Dannyman52 [07:47]: was a while ago i very rarely come on here
Dannyman52 [07:47]: you are only one in buddy list
Lara Dared [07:47]: Ah right
Lara Dared [07:47]: you must really like me huh
Dannyman52 [07:47]: yes i did enjoy our chat
Lara Dared [07:48]: <nods> some people would consider it arrogant to suggest they could understand that, but I do
Lara Dared [07:48]: I'm a smart arse, but I'm generally likeable with it
Dannyman52 [07:49]: i have gathered that
Lara Dared [07:49]: it annoys a lot of people actually
Lara Dared [07:49]: good job I find that amusing isn't it
Dannyman52 [07:49]: lol you are a minx
Dannyman52 [07:50]: what have you been up to lately
Lara Dared [07:50]: I've been writing
Dannyman52 [07:51]: cool
Lara Dared [07:51]: Yeah <nods> I think it is
Dannyman52 [07:51]: what you been writing
Lara Dared [07:52]: Well.... it's a complicated series of theories and suggested conclusions
Dannyman52 [07:52]: wow sounds interesting
Lara Dared [07:52]: considering language development
Lara Dared [07:52]: cultural differences and expression
Lara Dared [07:53]: with a twist
Dannyman52 [07:53]: tell me more
Lara Dared [07:53]: does the sound of it really appeal to you?
Dannyman52 [07:54]: i have an open mind and the author does
Dannyman52 [07:54]: so yes
Lara Dared [07:56]: what makes you think I have an open mind?
Dannyman52 [07:56]: i dont know but i said you appealed to me
Dannyman52 [07:57]: but i would say you had an open mind
Dannyman52 [07:57]: and strong personality
Lara Dared [07:57]: You maybe right, why do you consider yourself to have an open mind?
Dannyman52 [07:58]: ill give anybody or anything a go
Dannyman52 [07:58]: as long as it aint life threatning
Lara Dared [07:58]: Interesting
Lara Dared [07:58]: my kettle's just about to boil.... bbiab
Dannyman52 [07:59]: ok
Dannyman52 [08:21]: how was your coffee
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Lara Dared [08:21]: Tea... it was good
Lara Dared [08:22]: I'm just wondering whether or not to make another one with some buttered toast
Dannyman52 [08:22]: oooh how the other half live
Lara Dared [08:22]: what do you do for a living?
Dannyman52 [08:22]: making me hungery
Dannyman52 [08:22]: electrician
Lara Dared [08:23]: Ah right, well.... not least because I don't see the point in avoiding temptation, I'm making myself some tea and some toast
Dannyman52 [08:24]: good girl
Dannyman52 [08:27]: you back
Lara Dared [08:30]: Yes
Dannyman52 [08:30]: how was your toast
Lara Dared [08:30]: Why did you say 'good girl' ?
Lara Dared [08:30]: I've only just started to eat it
Dannyman52 [08:30]: for giving in to temptation
Lara Dared [08:31]: Ah, although, that's not what I actually said
Dannyman52 [08:31]: i know
Lara Dared [08:31]: well... you do now anyway :)
Dannyman52 [08:32]: lol
Dannyman52 [08:32]: you anything planned for today
Lara Dared [08:33]: Yeah, I plan to do exactly what I want when I want to
Dannyman52 [08:33]: cool
Dannyman52 [08:33]: wana meet me in birmingham
Lara Dared [08:33]: Nope, no offense
Dannyman52 [08:33]: none taken
Lara Dared [08:34]: Good
Dannyman52 [08:34]: would you ever meet
Lara Dared [08:34]: Let's just say, at the moment I can't think why I'd consider it?
Dannyman52 [08:35]: you ever met anyone from on here
Lara Dared [08:35]: Yep, few times
Dannyman52 [08:35]: i havent
Dannyman52 [08:35]: yet
Lara Dared [08:36]: well.... people's experiences vary, that's because they involve individuals I guess
Dannyman52 [08:36]: how did your meetings go
Lara Dared [08:37]: In some instances a matter of minutes, in a few considerably longer
Dannyman52 [08:37]: i imagine maybe meeting on here is like reading a book then watching the movie
Lara Dared [08:39]: Yes, in many respects it is, though you may notice aspects apparent that aren't necessarily included in the description as you read it, if that makes sense
Dannyman52 [08:40]: in my expearience i have been dissapointed in movies that i have read the book
Dannyman52 [08:40]: so i would rather see the movie before i got to into the book
Lara Dared [08:40]: Mmm.... yeah, I've had that experience as well
Dannyman52 [08:42]: so do you like staffford
Lara Dared [08:42]: In many ways yes, in a few, no
Dannyman52 [08:42]: what are the things you dont like
Lara Dared [08:43]: I suppose it's the same as everywhere else in some respects
Lara Dared [08:43]: or anywhere else
Dannyman52 [08:44]: you live alone
Lara Dared [08:44]: No, with my children
Dannyman52 [08:44]: what ages if not a rude question
Lara Dared [08:45]: why do you ask?
Dannyman52 [08:45]: just being nosey i guess
Lara Dared [08:45]: I'm sure there's a reason why you're wondering?
Dannyman52 [08:45]: no not at all
Lara Dared [08:46]: Hmm..... okay
Dannyman52 [08:46]: i have two children 25 and 23
Dannyman52 [08:46]: so they are adults really
Lara Dared [08:47]: I have four children, aged between 22 and 14
Dannyman52 [08:47]: some adults then
Lara Dared [08:47]: Yes
Dannyman52 [08:47]: mine have flown nest
Lara Dared [08:48]: I'm realising what my mum meant when she said, "They never really leave"
Dannyman52 [08:48]: i know i worry every day
Lara Dared [08:48]: about what?
Dannyman52 [08:48]: my children
Lara Dared [08:49]: what worries you most?
Dannyman52 [08:49]: are they ok what are they up to
Lara Dared [08:49]: Well... I figure... if they weren't okay, they'd be asking me for help
Dannyman52 [08:49]: yes
Lara Dared [08:49]: and if they want me to know what they're up to... they'll tell me
Dannyman52 [08:50]: but maybe are they up to no good lol
Lara Dared [08:50]: why would you think that?
Lara Dared [08:50]: what do you imagine when you wonder that?
Dannyman52 [08:50]: dunno south london aint the nicest neighbourhood in world
Lara Dared [08:51]: ah right, what activity do you most associate it with?
Dannyman52 [08:51]: its where i grew up and aint as nice a place for them as it was for me
Lara Dared [08:52]: Oh ... I see..... what has changed most?
Dannyman52 [08:52]: culture more of a concrete jungle now
Dannyman52 [08:53]: people dont seem as nice
Lara Dared [08:53]: okay, bbiab, my pups are barking
Dannyman52 [08:53]: more crime
Dannyman52 [08:58]: you there
Lara Dared [08:58]: ah... are you sure it's not just more apparent?
Lara Dared [08:58]: Yes, just returned
Dannyman52 [08:58]: good
Lara Dared [08:59]: I'm glad you approve
Dannyman52 [08:59]: did you grow up in liverepool
Lara Dared [08:59]: Yes I did, well... the suburbs
Dannyman52 [09:00]: knotty ash
Lara Dared [09:00]: No, Netherton and Formby are the two main areas I lived in
Dannyman52 [09:00]: they nice
Lara Dared [09:01]: As places tend to be.... they were beautiful but associated with problems growing up, naturally
Dannyman52 [09:02]: what are you ambitions and goals for the futue
Lara Dared [09:02]: Good question....
Lara Dared [09:02]: and I have several answers
Lara Dared [09:03]: Goals included continuous personal development in all areas
Lara Dared [09:03]: My ambition is to be as good as the best in the areas that specifically interest me
Dannyman52 [09:04]: whic is
Lara Dared [09:04]: Painting, writing, stuff like that
Dannyman52 [09:04]: you published any books
Lara Dared [09:04]: Why do you ask?
Dannyman52 [09:05]: might wanna read one
Lara Dared [09:05]: what sort of books do you enjoy reading most?
Dannyman52 [09:05]: i read anythng that takes my fancy
Lara Dared [07:43]: Hello
Dannyman52 [07:43]: how are you
Lara Dared [07:43]: Am I in a chat room and forgotten?
Dannyman52 [07:43]: no
Dannyman52 [07:44]: you are on my buddy list
Lara Dared [07:44]: Ah right, I figured I'd ask
Lara Dared [07:44]: Have we actually chatted before?
Dannyman52 [07:44]: we must have spoke before
Dannyman52 [07:44]: are you an artist
Lara Dared [07:44]: Yes I am
Dannyman52 [07:44]: then we have
Lara Dared [07:44]: you'd only know that if we'd chatted, probably
Dannyman52 [07:45]: yes would have been a lucky guess i think
Lara Dared [07:45]: <smiles> probably
Dannyman52 [07:45]: you are from stafford
Lara Dared [07:46]: correct, in so far as... that's where I live
Dannyman52 [07:46]: from liverpool
Lara Dared [07:46]: Yes, that's right
Dannyman52 [07:47]: was a while ago i very rarely come on here
Dannyman52 [07:47]: you are only one in buddy list
Lara Dared [07:47]: Ah right
Lara Dared [07:47]: you must really like me huh
Dannyman52 [07:47]: yes i did enjoy our chat
Lara Dared [07:48]: <nods> some people would consider it arrogant to suggest they could understand that, but I do
Lara Dared [07:48]: I'm a smart arse, but I'm generally likeable with it
Dannyman52 [07:49]: i have gathered that
Lara Dared [07:49]: it annoys a lot of people actually
Lara Dared [07:49]: good job I find that amusing isn't it
Dannyman52 [07:49]: lol you are a minx
Dannyman52 [07:50]: what have you been up to lately
Lara Dared [07:50]: I've been writing
Dannyman52 [07:51]: cool
Lara Dared [07:51]: Yeah <nods> I think it is
Dannyman52 [07:51]: what you been writing
Lara Dared [07:52]: Well.... it's a complicated series of theories and suggested conclusions
Dannyman52 [07:52]: wow sounds interesting
Lara Dared [07:52]: considering language development
Lara Dared [07:52]: cultural differences and expression
Lara Dared [07:53]: with a twist
Dannyman52 [07:53]: tell me more
Lara Dared [07:53]: does the sound of it really appeal to you?
Dannyman52 [07:54]: i have an open mind and the author does
Dannyman52 [07:54]: so yes
Lara Dared [07:56]: what makes you think I have an open mind?
Dannyman52 [07:56]: i dont know but i said you appealed to me
Dannyman52 [07:57]: but i would say you had an open mind
Dannyman52 [07:57]: and strong personality
Lara Dared [07:57]: You maybe right, why do you consider yourself to have an open mind?
Dannyman52 [07:58]: ill give anybody or anything a go
Dannyman52 [07:58]: as long as it aint life threatning
Lara Dared [07:58]: Interesting
Lara Dared [07:58]: my kettle's just about to boil.... bbiab
Dannyman52 [07:59]: ok
Dannyman52 [08:21]: how was your coffee
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Lara Dared [08:21]: Tea... it was good
Lara Dared [08:22]: I'm just wondering whether or not to make another one with some buttered toast
Dannyman52 [08:22]: oooh how the other half live
Lara Dared [08:22]: what do you do for a living?
Dannyman52 [08:22]: making me hungery
Dannyman52 [08:22]: electrician
Lara Dared [08:23]: Ah right, well.... not least because I don't see the point in avoiding temptation, I'm making myself some tea and some toast
Dannyman52 [08:24]: good girl
Dannyman52 [08:27]: you back
Lara Dared [08:30]: Yes
Dannyman52 [08:30]: how was your toast
Lara Dared [08:30]: Why did you say 'good girl' ?
Lara Dared [08:30]: I've only just started to eat it
Dannyman52 [08:30]: for giving in to temptation
Lara Dared [08:31]: Ah, although, that's not what I actually said
Dannyman52 [08:31]: i know
Lara Dared [08:31]: well... you do now anyway :)
Dannyman52 [08:32]: lol
Dannyman52 [08:32]: you anything planned for today
Lara Dared [08:33]: Yeah, I plan to do exactly what I want when I want to
Dannyman52 [08:33]: cool
Dannyman52 [08:33]: wana meet me in birmingham
Lara Dared [08:33]: Nope, no offense
Dannyman52 [08:33]: none taken
Lara Dared [08:34]: Good
Dannyman52 [08:34]: would you ever meet
Lara Dared [08:34]: Let's just say, at the moment I can't think why I'd consider it?
Dannyman52 [08:35]: you ever met anyone from on here
Lara Dared [08:35]: Yep, few times
Dannyman52 [08:35]: i havent
Dannyman52 [08:35]: yet
Lara Dared [08:36]: well.... people's experiences vary, that's because they involve individuals I guess
Dannyman52 [08:36]: how did your meetings go
Lara Dared [08:37]: In some instances a matter of minutes, in a few considerably longer
Dannyman52 [08:37]: i imagine maybe meeting on here is like reading a book then watching the movie
Lara Dared [08:39]: Yes, in many respects it is, though you may notice aspects apparent that aren't necessarily included in the description as you read it, if that makes sense
Dannyman52 [08:40]: in my expearience i have been dissapointed in movies that i have read the book
Dannyman52 [08:40]: so i would rather see the movie before i got to into the book
Lara Dared [08:40]: Mmm.... yeah, I've had that experience as well
Dannyman52 [08:42]: so do you like staffford
Lara Dared [08:42]: In many ways yes, in a few, no
Dannyman52 [08:42]: what are the things you dont like
Lara Dared [08:43]: I suppose it's the same as everywhere else in some respects
Lara Dared [08:43]: or anywhere else
Dannyman52 [08:44]: you live alone
Lara Dared [08:44]: No, with my children
Dannyman52 [08:44]: what ages if not a rude question
Lara Dared [08:45]: why do you ask?
Dannyman52 [08:45]: just being nosey i guess
Lara Dared [08:45]: I'm sure there's a reason why you're wondering?
Dannyman52 [08:45]: no not at all
Lara Dared [08:46]: Hmm..... okay
Dannyman52 [08:46]: i have two children 25 and 23
Dannyman52 [08:46]: so they are adults really
Lara Dared [08:47]: I have four children, aged between 22 and 14
Dannyman52 [08:47]: some adults then
Lara Dared [08:47]: Yes
Dannyman52 [08:47]: mine have flown nest
Lara Dared [08:48]: I'm realising what my mum meant when she said, "They never really leave"
Dannyman52 [08:48]: i know i worry every day
Lara Dared [08:48]: about what?
Dannyman52 [08:48]: my children
Lara Dared [08:49]: what worries you most?
Dannyman52 [08:49]: are they ok what are they up to
Lara Dared [08:49]: Well... I figure... if they weren't okay, they'd be asking me for help
Dannyman52 [08:49]: yes
Lara Dared [08:49]: and if they want me to know what they're up to... they'll tell me
Dannyman52 [08:50]: but maybe are they up to no good lol
Lara Dared [08:50]: why would you think that?
Lara Dared [08:50]: what do you imagine when you wonder that?
Dannyman52 [08:50]: dunno south london aint the nicest neighbourhood in world
Lara Dared [08:51]: ah right, what activity do you most associate it with?
Dannyman52 [08:51]: its where i grew up and aint as nice a place for them as it was for me
Lara Dared [08:52]: Oh ... I see..... what has changed most?
Dannyman52 [08:52]: culture more of a concrete jungle now
Dannyman52 [08:53]: people dont seem as nice
Lara Dared [08:53]: okay, bbiab, my pups are barking
Dannyman52 [08:53]: more crime
Dannyman52 [08:58]: you there
Lara Dared [08:58]: ah... are you sure it's not just more apparent?
Lara Dared [08:58]: Yes, just returned
Dannyman52 [08:58]: good
Lara Dared [08:59]: I'm glad you approve
Dannyman52 [08:59]: did you grow up in liverepool
Lara Dared [08:59]: Yes I did, well... the suburbs
Dannyman52 [09:00]: knotty ash
Lara Dared [09:00]: No, Netherton and Formby are the two main areas I lived in
Dannyman52 [09:00]: they nice
Lara Dared [09:01]: As places tend to be.... they were beautiful but associated with problems growing up, naturally
Dannyman52 [09:02]: what are you ambitions and goals for the futue
Lara Dared [09:02]: Good question....
Lara Dared [09:02]: and I have several answers
Lara Dared [09:03]: Goals included continuous personal development in all areas
Lara Dared [09:03]: My ambition is to be as good as the best in the areas that specifically interest me
Dannyman52 [09:04]: whic is
Lara Dared [09:04]: Painting, writing, stuff like that
Dannyman52 [09:04]: you published any books
Lara Dared [09:04]: Why do you ask?
Dannyman52 [09:05]: might wanna read one
Lara Dared [09:05]: what sort of books do you enjoy reading most?
Dannyman52 [09:05]: i read anythng that takes my fancy
Lara Dared [09:06]: Ah, okay.... so what book did you read last?
Dannyman52 [09:06]: monsoon
Lara Dared [09:06]: Is that fiction?
Dannyman52 [09:06]: yes
Lara Dared [09:07]: I see, so.... what happens... what kind of story is it?
Dannyman52 [09:07]: its an african adventure seat a few hundred years ago
Dannyman52 [09:08]: it was a ripping yarn
Lara Dared [09:08]: bit grisly?
Dannyman52 [09:08]: in places but tastfully done
Lara Dared [09:09]: any cannibals involved?
Dannyman52 [09:09]: no
Lara Dared [09:09]: spears, daggers, hands on and riflery?
Dannyman52 [09:09]: plenty of that
Lara Dared [09:09]: okay
Lara Dared [09:10]: what did you find most interesting about that?
Dannyman52 [09:10]: the story
Lara Dared [09:10]: why it happened... you mean?
Dannyman52 [09:11]: yes it was centred round an english family
Dannyman52 [09:11]: over 600 pages
Lara Dared [09:11]: do you recall who wrote it?
Dannyman52 [09:11]: wilbur smith
Lara Dared [09:11]: I think I've read it
Dannyman52 [09:12]: get away
Dannyman52 [09:12]: you like wilbur
Lara Dared [09:12]: It's an old book, not recent ... am I right?
Dannyman52 [09:12]: yeah it aint a new book dont hink a mate gave ity to me
Lara Dared [09:12]: My Dad liked his books, I read a few to get an impression
Dannyman52 [09:13]: i have read a few of his too
Lara Dared [09:13]: There were several by Wilbur Smith in my Dad's collection
Dannyman52 [09:13]: did you enjoy them
Lara Dared [09:13]: I've read Monsoon, though I'd forgotten the title
Lara Dared [09:13]: I enjoyed considering the situations the characters were in
Dannyman52 [09:14]: savage tmes
Lara Dared [09:14]: what circumstances had contributed to it and in what way
Dannyman52 [09:14]: hard to imagine that humans were so cold and cruel
Lara Dared [09:15]: is it?
Dannyman52 [09:15]: i think so
Lara Dared [09:15]: Why?
Dannyman52 [09:16]: well if the book is true
Lara Dared [09:16]: Yes?
Dannyman52 [09:16]: and people were like what they were i think they were pretty cruel
Lara Dared [09:17]: What's good about fiction is that it gives each reader the opportunity to make a choice about the content
Lara Dared [09:18]: like a fairy tale or legend, a moral issue to decide
Dannyman52 [09:18]: true i have a picture of everybody in the bok in my mind and the ships and the places that they visited
Dannyman52 [09:19]: but th eactions are there in #8b0915 and white
Lara Dared [09:19]: it can provide you with a realistic scenario, various motivations set and implied, so you can imagine why the story is described in the way that it is and make conclusions - what would you do stuff
Dannyman52 [09:20]: i would have hated to live in tose times
Lara Dared [09:20]: Why?
Dannyman52 [09:20]: but if i did i wouldn't have expearinced the times we are in now
Dannyman52 [09:21]: so i guess it would have felt normal
Lara Dared [09:21]: What are the main differences between the two times in your mind?
Dannyman52 [09:21]: the cruelty
Lara Dared [09:21]: you think there's more cruelty in the past than nowadays?
Dannyman52 [09:22]: maybe not thinking about it but it seemed the norm then
Lara Dared [09:22]: What do you think has caused the change... even if it's only in perception?
Dannyman52 [09:23]: we have becme more ciclised
Dannyman52 [09:23]: civilised
Lara Dared [09:24]: nice word civilised, if you had to explain what it meant to a child, how would you describe it?
Dannyman52 [09:24]: to be honest caring and to respect others
Lara Dared [09:25]: Good answer
Dannyman52 [09:26]: there will always be strong and wek people so i guess we look after the weak more now
Dannyman52 [09:26]: instead of letting them die
Lara Dared [09:27]: Hm, I don't think I agree.... I think perhaps it's more likely that we intrinsically appreciate that they have some other value which is different to brawn
Lara Dared [09:28]: as for letting others die, that implies a decision ability that influences someone else's life
Dannyman52 [09:28]: maybe that was a bit strong
Lara Dared [09:28]: there's another word for it actually
Dannyman52 [09:29]: which is
Lara Dared [09:29]: Hm.... thinking it could be 'choice' or maybe 'responsibility' or something like that
Dannyman52 [09:06]: monsoon
Lara Dared [09:06]: Is that fiction?
Dannyman52 [09:06]: yes
Lara Dared [09:07]: I see, so.... what happens... what kind of story is it?
Dannyman52 [09:07]: its an african adventure seat a few hundred years ago
Dannyman52 [09:08]: it was a ripping yarn
Lara Dared [09:08]: bit grisly?
Dannyman52 [09:08]: in places but tastfully done
Lara Dared [09:09]: any cannibals involved?
Dannyman52 [09:09]: no
Lara Dared [09:09]: spears, daggers, hands on and riflery?
Dannyman52 [09:09]: plenty of that
Lara Dared [09:09]: okay
Lara Dared [09:10]: what did you find most interesting about that?
Dannyman52 [09:10]: the story
Lara Dared [09:10]: why it happened... you mean?
Dannyman52 [09:11]: yes it was centred round an english family
Dannyman52 [09:11]: over 600 pages
Lara Dared [09:11]: do you recall who wrote it?
Dannyman52 [09:11]: wilbur smith
Lara Dared [09:11]: I think I've read it
Dannyman52 [09:12]: get away
Dannyman52 [09:12]: you like wilbur
Lara Dared [09:12]: It's an old book, not recent ... am I right?
Dannyman52 [09:12]: yeah it aint a new book dont hink a mate gave ity to me
Lara Dared [09:12]: My Dad liked his books, I read a few to get an impression
Dannyman52 [09:13]: i have read a few of his too
Lara Dared [09:13]: There were several by Wilbur Smith in my Dad's collection
Dannyman52 [09:13]: did you enjoy them
Lara Dared [09:13]: I've read Monsoon, though I'd forgotten the title
Lara Dared [09:13]: I enjoyed considering the situations the characters were in
Dannyman52 [09:14]: savage tmes
Lara Dared [09:14]: what circumstances had contributed to it and in what way
Dannyman52 [09:14]: hard to imagine that humans were so cold and cruel
Lara Dared [09:15]: is it?
Dannyman52 [09:15]: i think so
Lara Dared [09:15]: Why?
Dannyman52 [09:16]: well if the book is true
Lara Dared [09:16]: Yes?
Dannyman52 [09:16]: and people were like what they were i think they were pretty cruel
Lara Dared [09:17]: What's good about fiction is that it gives each reader the opportunity to make a choice about the content
Lara Dared [09:18]: like a fairy tale or legend, a moral issue to decide
Dannyman52 [09:18]: true i have a picture of everybody in the bok in my mind and the ships and the places that they visited
Dannyman52 [09:19]: but th eactions are there in #8b0915 and white
Lara Dared [09:19]: it can provide you with a realistic scenario, various motivations set and implied, so you can imagine why the story is described in the way that it is and make conclusions - what would you do stuff
Dannyman52 [09:20]: i would have hated to live in tose times
Lara Dared [09:20]: Why?
Dannyman52 [09:20]: but if i did i wouldn't have expearinced the times we are in now
Dannyman52 [09:21]: so i guess it would have felt normal
Lara Dared [09:21]: What are the main differences between the two times in your mind?
Dannyman52 [09:21]: the cruelty
Lara Dared [09:21]: you think there's more cruelty in the past than nowadays?
Dannyman52 [09:22]: maybe not thinking about it but it seemed the norm then
Lara Dared [09:22]: What do you think has caused the change... even if it's only in perception?
Dannyman52 [09:23]: we have becme more ciclised
Dannyman52 [09:23]: civilised
Lara Dared [09:24]: nice word civilised, if you had to explain what it meant to a child, how would you describe it?
Dannyman52 [09:24]: to be honest caring and to respect others
Lara Dared [09:25]: Good answer
Dannyman52 [09:26]: there will always be strong and wek people so i guess we look after the weak more now
Dannyman52 [09:26]: instead of letting them die
Lara Dared [09:27]: Hm, I don't think I agree.... I think perhaps it's more likely that we intrinsically appreciate that they have some other value which is different to brawn
Lara Dared [09:28]: as for letting others die, that implies a decision ability that influences someone else's life
Dannyman52 [09:28]: maybe that was a bit strong
Lara Dared [09:28]: there's another word for it actually
Dannyman52 [09:29]: which is
Lara Dared [09:29]: Hm.... thinking it could be 'choice' or maybe 'responsibility' or something like that
Dannyman52 [09:31]: yes its a hard one
Dannyman52 [09:31]: but now we have a thing called learning difficultis
Dannyman52 [09:31]: when i was a boy they were just thick
Lara Dared [09:31]: do you like irony?
Dannyman52 [09:32]: so mi guess if you take that thory back a couple centuries
Lara Dared [09:32]: Yes?
Dannyman52 [09:33]: that's how we are not so cruel
Lara Dared [09:33]: by calling them 'special needs' instead of 'thick' ?
Dannyman52 [09:33]: its better
Lara Dared [09:34]: well... it's certainly 'different'
Dannyman52 [09:34]: lol
Dannyman52 [09:35]: think we are also pushing people into education
Lara Dared [09:35]: why do you think that?
Dannyman52 [09:36]: a lot of people specially youngsters are going into further education for degrees ect that they are never going to turn into cash
Lara Dared [09:38]: why do you think that?
Dannyman52 [09:39]: because some people are born to be doctors barristers ect and others are born to stack shelves at tescos
Dannyman52 [09:40]: we are iinterfeing with the balance
Dannyman52 [09:43]: am not saying i agree with that but ifear it is true
Lara Dared [09:46]: why would you be frightened of that?
Lara Dared [09:46]: aren't there enough people stacking the shelves at Tesco?
Dannyman52 [09:46]: am not frightened of it
Lara Dared [09:46]: you said, "I Fear it is true"
Dannyman52 [09:47]: we just have a lot of dissapointed young people
Lara Dared [09:47]: what convinces you they'll be disappointed?
Dannyman52 [09:47]: and also unemmployed
Lara Dared [09:47]: unemployed shelf stackers?
Dannyman52 [09:48]: no people have worked for something that they are no allowed to cachieve
Lara Dared [09:48]: what do you think disappointed intelligent people do?
Dannyman52 [09:48]: stack shelves at tescos
Lara Dared [09:49]: then you don't know what intelligent means?
Dannyman52 [09:49]: if there is no job available to meet your quals you have to downgrade
Lara Dared [09:49]: Who said?
Dannyman52 [09:50]: its supply and demand
Lara Dared [09:50]: Oh
Lara Dared [09:50]: and anyone intelligent should recognise there's more potential in stacking shelves for Tesco?
Lara Dared [09:51]: Tell me, do you also think they'd always think that?
Dannyman52 [09:51]: yes of course but with 100 apps for each job
Dannyman52 [09:51]: dont know
Lara Dared [09:51]: I do
Dannyman52 [09:52]: did you know there is a shortage of electricians
Lara Dared [09:52]: I've heard it said
Dannyman52 [09:52]: we have a thing now called an adult rainee
Dannyman52 [09:52]: trainnee
Lara Dared [09:53]: people retraining, learning how to be electricians as mature adults?
Dannyman52 [09:53]: they do basically same job but for about 6 pound an less
Lara Dared [09:53]: Ah right
Dannyman52 [09:54]: now companys are looking for experieced adult trainees rather than electricians to save money
Lara Dared [09:54]: makes business sense
Dannyman52 [09:54]: it does but it is right
Lara Dared [09:54]: they won't remain trainees for ever
Dannyman52 [09:55]: why did i bother doing an apprenticeship
Lara Dared [09:55]: they have their sights set on the additional £6 per hour eventually
Lara Dared [09:55]: you were paid less as an apprentice
Dannyman52 [09:55]: most will never quailify
Lara Dared [09:55]: you undercut people when you started earning on your own
Lara Dared [09:55]: now don't pretend you didn't
Dannyman52 [09:56]: that's business
Lara Dared [09:56]: you knew it was part of the process
Lara Dared [09:56]: so don't act so surprised now
Dannyman52 [09:31]: but now we have a thing called learning difficultis
Dannyman52 [09:31]: when i was a boy they were just thick
Lara Dared [09:31]: do you like irony?
Dannyman52 [09:32]: so mi guess if you take that thory back a couple centuries
Lara Dared [09:32]: Yes?
Dannyman52 [09:33]: that's how we are not so cruel
Lara Dared [09:33]: by calling them 'special needs' instead of 'thick' ?
Dannyman52 [09:33]: its better
Lara Dared [09:34]: well... it's certainly 'different'
Dannyman52 [09:34]: lol
Dannyman52 [09:35]: think we are also pushing people into education
Lara Dared [09:35]: why do you think that?
Dannyman52 [09:36]: a lot of people specially youngsters are going into further education for degrees ect that they are never going to turn into cash
Lara Dared [09:38]: why do you think that?
Dannyman52 [09:39]: because some people are born to be doctors barristers ect and others are born to stack shelves at tescos
Dannyman52 [09:40]: we are iinterfeing with the balance
Dannyman52 [09:43]: am not saying i agree with that but ifear it is true
Lara Dared [09:46]: why would you be frightened of that?
Lara Dared [09:46]: aren't there enough people stacking the shelves at Tesco?
Dannyman52 [09:46]: am not frightened of it
Lara Dared [09:46]: you said, "I Fear it is true"
Dannyman52 [09:47]: we just have a lot of dissapointed young people
Lara Dared [09:47]: what convinces you they'll be disappointed?
Dannyman52 [09:47]: and also unemmployed
Lara Dared [09:47]: unemployed shelf stackers?
Dannyman52 [09:48]: no people have worked for something that they are no allowed to cachieve
Lara Dared [09:48]: what do you think disappointed intelligent people do?
Dannyman52 [09:48]: stack shelves at tescos
Lara Dared [09:49]: then you don't know what intelligent means?
Dannyman52 [09:49]: if there is no job available to meet your quals you have to downgrade
Lara Dared [09:49]: Who said?
Dannyman52 [09:50]: its supply and demand
Lara Dared [09:50]: Oh
Lara Dared [09:50]: and anyone intelligent should recognise there's more potential in stacking shelves for Tesco?
Lara Dared [09:51]: Tell me, do you also think they'd always think that?
Dannyman52 [09:51]: yes of course but with 100 apps for each job
Dannyman52 [09:51]: dont know
Lara Dared [09:51]: I do
Dannyman52 [09:52]: did you know there is a shortage of electricians
Lara Dared [09:52]: I've heard it said
Dannyman52 [09:52]: we have a thing now called an adult rainee
Dannyman52 [09:52]: trainnee
Lara Dared [09:53]: people retraining, learning how to be electricians as mature adults?
Dannyman52 [09:53]: they do basically same job but for about 6 pound an less
Lara Dared [09:53]: Ah right
Dannyman52 [09:54]: now companys are looking for experieced adult trainees rather than electricians to save money
Lara Dared [09:54]: makes business sense
Dannyman52 [09:54]: it does but it is right
Lara Dared [09:54]: they won't remain trainees for ever
Dannyman52 [09:55]: why did i bother doing an apprenticeship
Lara Dared [09:55]: they have their sights set on the additional £6 per hour eventually
Lara Dared [09:55]: you were paid less as an apprentice
Dannyman52 [09:55]: most will never quailify
Lara Dared [09:55]: you undercut people when you started earning on your own
Lara Dared [09:55]: now don't pretend you didn't
Dannyman52 [09:56]: that's business
Lara Dared [09:56]: you knew it was part of the process
Lara Dared [09:56]: so don't act so surprised now
Dannyman52 [10:00]: i have to go i need to be somewhere at 10 30
Dannyman52 [10:00]: speak soon i hope xx
Lara Dared [10:00]: Okie doke, have a good day \o
Dannyman52 [10:00]: speak soon i hope xx
Lara Dared [10:00]: Okie doke, have a good day \o
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