Oh, and a song for you

Listening to a John Coltrane best of CD, I was surprised by a song called Lush Life

Oh, and Ioannis, the Rolling Stones song about pills I mentioned called Mother’s Little Helper is also there.

I’m trying to type with some crazy piano banging away in my ears and putting me off, ’cause I’m trying to match his speed with my two typing fingers (and the occasional thumb for the space bar)

Some catching up to do

If you’ve visited Ioannis’ blog, you’ll know of a nice Saturday I had. I’ll be taking a leaf out of Boudica darling’s blog, and regale you with accounts of my own mystery person, Ms. X. I’m hoping they’ll go someway to explaining why I’ve been so lax with my blogging duties, if you know what I mean! But only after I obtain permission. I see clearly now why Turboslut has gone private with a separate blog for friends only; though I must complain to her that I’m not going to register to comment, and therefore she must set it up in a way to allow me, a non-blogger to comment. (Actually, I just went over to see what she’s on about. HELLOOOO!!)

THIS BLOG

WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE, BUT SPENT ALL MY INTERNET CREDIT READING OTHER PEOPLE’S BLOGS.
P.s. I must add this is entirely due to SOME people writing more than necessary!! Yes, I’m talking about YOU!

Shut up and learn!

I’ve decided, from an idea I got while commenting on Jessy’s blog, to teach my readers Russian. I think she might be doing the same with Mandarin. after all, us Isomers are a very social-minded and forward-thinking group.

(I’m trying to find the writing in Russian, but I’m having no joy. I wanted to say “Hello, my name is..” but couldn’t find the Russian, so this will do)

The line for today is:

привет, как ваше имя?

Privyet, kak vaashe eemya?

Hello, what is your name?

Dead Ringers

And thank heavens for BBC online radio, I’m cracking up listening to Dead Ringers!!

Chimp Week

I’m getting tired of kissing the BBC’s over-sized butt (I’m imagining a sort of matronly figure with a ginormous posterior and kindly smile, but you can use your own imagination) but they’ve done it again!! They’ve had Chimp Week going on BBC One and it is absolutely gorge!! Although it is slightly worrying when a local conservationist stands on the shore of the Lake Tanganyika and points out all across the other sides there’s civil unrest and streams of refugees heading towards the reserve. I read African Silence not long ago, and even back in late 70’s, people who actually worked in Africa knew the importance of enrolling the locals in conservation efforts, as well as the impossibility of saving animals without sparing a thought for the local people as well. But now they seem to be catching up, atleast ideogically.
Ape Week was talking about the probable extinction of Orangutans due to crop farming in Indonesia. Apparently jungle habitat is being cleared to make way for farmers to grow Palm Oil trees. One in every ten products on our supermarket shelves contains Palm oil, from cosmetics, to butter, ice-cream, etc. More info on this can be found on this Friends of Earth page.

Psky-hi-atrist

A little wordplay I heard somewhere that made me laugh. Instead of saying psychiatrist, someone pronounced it Sky-high-atrist. Hmmm, I seem to know some people like that!

Another tech geek / delusions of faith

I was supposed to upload a humungous blog I wrote at home on me laptop, but this service is not obliging. So, what was I on about??

Well, first I discovered yet another member has joined our web community, it seems that they are jumping in at a crazy rate of almost one person per month!! I worry whether there’s enough space in the ether-cyber area to fit all of them! So a warm welcome to Shasha, or “Dolphin in the blue” as she’s known on the web.

I was watching a Channel Four programme on the delusions of religion. No new ground covered, it was the usual Oxford professor-ish bloke taking us through Jerusalem, the American Bible-belt, and a few interviews with radical crackpots who’ll say anything to escape looking mediocre on television. Not being religious myself, I used to find this rather entertaining not so long ago. Now I see a smugness in the approach of scientists that it seems they can ill afford. Science is supposed to be the quest for truth, and acceptance of doubt, all noble and self-satisfying. But scientists themselves often believe in something purely as a matter of faith, and thus become blind to the very logic they claim to prostate themselves before. Doctoring results is not supposed to take place, yet we have a dog called Snuppy who apparently wasn’t cloned.
So it appears that it’s not only the religious who are prone to leaps of faith in their reckonings. It might be more useful to stop attacking religions, and try to understand the broader concept of faith that human beings of all persuasions appear to display.

Parcels accepted

I know my birthday’s in Octomber (as a Greek friend of mine would pronounce it), but here’s a list of books from the biography section of Waterstone’s that I might like to own (the books, not the section). I was mooching about there looking for ways to burn the 2000 pence worth of book vouchers I have, but I have to make sure I make the most of the opportunity, and spend the minimum amount of real hard cash on top of the vouchers.
So here they are (so far; more additions are definitely planned)

  • “Are you talking to me?” John Walsh
  • “Addict” Stephen Smith
  • “10,000 miles without a cloud” Sun Shuyun
  • “Down and out in Paris and London” George Orwell
  • “A life inside” Erwin James
  • I’m currently enjoying Sue Townsend’s ‘Adrian Mole and the weapons of mass destruction’. After having read ‘The secret diaries aged 13 3/4’. I’m also trying to keep in touch with my Russki by reading Dostoevsky’s ‘Notes from the underground’, but man!! can he drag on!! I mean, what’s his problem?? Thank heavens there are explanatory notes. 4 days, and I’m still on page 7! And I wanted to get ‘War and Peace’ done over this week!! Wake up, Sunshine.

    This is one sentence

    Скажите мне вот что: отчего так бывало, что, как нарочно, в те самые, да, в те же самые минуты, в которые я наиболее способен был сознавать все тонкости «всего прекрасного и высокого», как говорили у нас когда-то, мне случалось уже не сознавать, а делать такие неприглядные деянья, такие, которые…ну да, одним словом, которые хоть и все, пожалуй, делают, но которые, как нарочно, приходились у меня именно тогда, когда я наиболее сознавал, что их совсем бы не надо делать?

    Twenty commas? I rest my case, Your Honour.

    Oh my God I can’t believe it!!

    I forgot to tell you that the Munich Posse has already booked their tickets for the next adventure. Andros!!! (“Wha?” you ask. It’s a Greek island near Athens) we’ll go there after our Easter, in time for the Greek Easter. Ioannis has a house on the island, so we’ll be sitting soaking in the sun while he waits on us hand and foot 🙂 We’ll eat roasted lambkins and let off insane amounts of fireworks in a totally irresponsible manner. For pics of this place magnifico, you can vist Rachey’s, as she was there a while ago. (You have to choose “happy holidays” from her gallery, then “Andros”) We’re gonna have FUN!!!