Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh more heartily
Jean Rhys
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Sunday, 15 December 2013
Saturday, 14 December 2013
Friday, 13 December 2013
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Monday, 9 December 2013
Christmas came early this year with a visit from a friend who talked to me about creative living and reminded me how vital this is. If each of our subtler bodies thrive, there is no need for boredom, stress or problems. Sustaining energy levels is not about down timing or lying on the couch. Revving up your passion, searching for the real and finding your own truth is like ginseng to the soul. Thank you, friend, for this wonderful lesson.
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Friday, 6 December 2013
Have we listened to our bodies, or have we been pressured by the world to live to its tune, and ignored our own?
- Have we breathed from our natural gentleness, or from the situations we face?
- How has our worry impacted our nervous system, and our connective tissue?
- How about our heart? Have we opened it in full, to beat the fullness of our love, or has it struggled to beat in a body that is constricted by a fear of being hurt?
- Have we slept to nurture and refresh our bodies, or out of exhaustion from overdoing it during the day?
- How have substances such as caffeine, sugar, smoking and alcohol taken their toll, if we chose to take them?
- How have we held our bodies every day?
Wednesday, 4 December 2013
Friday, 29 November 2013
Thursday, 28 November 2013
The old Tetley Brewery
This has just opened as a new gallery in Leeds but used to be the Tetley brewery. I am almost tempted to visit just on account of the fact that it might still smell of a cuppa.
My oyster card cover is now neon pink and has the restaurant Bill's advertised all over it, which is good both for the now less likely event of losing it and also to remind me of Bill's sweet potato fries, a warming thought this winter. To be reminded of them at least twice a day will most probably lead to a whole new wardrobe in much bigger sizes; oh the wonderful game of consequences.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Phosphorescent played at the empire last night and finally brought atmosphere and all important warmth to a dull November...they were mellow but had sound, they spoke but interrupted themselves with authentic play, there were lots of them but none vying for attention, they all looked stoned but were jovial and alive when making contact with their instruments.
sleep
This season is the worst culprit for sleep deprivation so to avoid another tossed and turned night, I turned to age- old wives tales and filled a cup with almond milk, a dash of honey, even more of a dash of nutmeg and then heated this strange liquid and let it flow past my lips, down my oesophagus and into the body, where it was hoped that it would reach the nervous system, tone it and calm it and finally, though not easily, let it sleep.
I backed this up with a ritualistic foot massage with heated sesame oil and then went to sleep externally and internally adrift. I am a snoozing buddha
I backed this up with a ritualistic foot massage with heated sesame oil and then went to sleep externally and internally adrift. I am a snoozing buddha
Monday, 25 November 2013
'We walk a highwire between wanting to reach a new depth, and releasing all wanting'
Sara Campbell, British freediver
Yet again, the idea of letting go comes up as a way to succeed. She is talking about personal glory over participation and the damaging effects it can have. Actually, softening the approach to all aspects of life must lead to less inner hardness. It's just a shame Nick Mevoli, who died last week from another dangerous dive, didn't realise this sooner.
Sara Campbell, British freediver
Yet again, the idea of letting go comes up as a way to succeed. She is talking about personal glory over participation and the damaging effects it can have. Actually, softening the approach to all aspects of life must lead to less inner hardness. It's just a shame Nick Mevoli, who died last week from another dangerous dive, didn't realise this sooner.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Oliver Sacks in his book, Awakenings, talks about nourishing the human spirit with simple things, whether it comes to work or family. I have found it hard, of late, to tap into that spirit and with an rhythm of life ressembling a military armed force in training, it is increasingly challenging to avoid distraction and reconnect. So, I'll stop in the swarm of activity, I'll rest a tired head on a softening and supportive pillow, I'll sip tea slowly to accentuate each last sip, I'll speak at a reduced rate because its less expensive to the mind, I'll listen intently to others' woes because they are my own and I'll stop separating my existence from others' because this defies oneness, the real spirit.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Monday, 18 November 2013
Thursday, 14 November 2013
'We can only be said to be alive when our hearts are conscious of our treasures'
Thornton Wilder
Thornton Wilder
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
These album sleeves are some of the best in business but my favourite is the big salmon (bottom right) designed by Edwyn Collins in a DIY job as part of his recovery from two strokes. Apparently, he has been drawing and writing music from scratch and says that these drawings help his dexterity. So much so, that he has made it into the top 50 sleeves... inspiring
Here are the other nominees: http://www.bestartvinyl.com/nominees.html
Here are the other nominees: http://www.bestartvinyl.com/nominees.html
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
I am an arsehole
It's not often that artists admit to their wrongdoings, particularly in front of a London throng of tipsy music lovers. Asaf Avidan pulled it off last night, though and made women coo from the back of the hall with his apparent lack of ego and regretful songs. His voice is like a natural breath and yet so unnaturally and exceptionally talented. Blown away... maybe you are too?
Monday, 11 November 2013
Saturday, 20 July 2013
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Questions
I dry an eye
Don't question why
Love is a lie
My bones sigh
And I get by
You reach a high
And I try and try
To put all my
Decisions aside
Friday, 5 July 2013
Tomorrow!!
Please meet us tomorrow bright and early at Terminal 5 zone G
And don't forget to wake up!!!
And don't forget to wake up!!!
Thursday, 4 July 2013
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
Happiness in the news again
So what should we do to make ourselves happier?
Studies collated by the database say you tend to be happier if you:
And there are some surprising findings:
Studies collated by the database say you tend to be happier if you:
- Are in a long-term relationship
- Are actively engaged in politics
- Are active in work and in your free time
- Go out for dinner
- Have close friendships (though happiness does not increase with the number of friends you have)
And there are some surprising findings:
- People who drink in moderation are happier than people who don't drink at all.
- Men tend to be happier in a society where women enjoy greater equality.
- Being considered good looking increases men's happiness more than it does women's.
- You tend to be happier if you think you're good looking, rather than if you actually, objectively speaking, are.
- Having children lowers your happiness levels, but your happiness increases when they grow up and leave home.
Holes
Said we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives
Where we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on
Passenger
Where we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on
Passenger
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Secretos de la revolución: Mexico: A Revolution in Art, 1910-1940, at the Royal Academy of Arts
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Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Friday, 21 June 2013
Yoga mat for sale
Yoga mat for sale. Used once. - $1 (Bellevue)Yoga mat for sale. Used once at lunch hour class in December 2009. Usage timeline as follows: 11:45a
Register for hot yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.
11:55a
Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and hot. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute blonde. We will date.
11:57a
I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot blonde to my left and our pending courtship. She will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 30 pounds before I propose to her.
11:58a
The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight issues my fiancée may take issue with. This will take a lot of wit and conditioning.
11:59a
Begin small talk with my bride to be. She pretends to ignore me but I know how she can be. I allow her to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don't exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat moustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.
12:00p
Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a slight, agitated Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my penis and testes packed in my Under Armor. My bride is notably unfazed.
12:02p
Since I do have experience with Hot Yoga (4 sessions just 5 short years ago) I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to guide the class. My wife will look on with a sparkle in her eye. We will make love after class.
12:10p
It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other's body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don't worry, I'll mention them later.)
12:26p
It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adorning stare of my bride and decide to look back at her. She appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.
12:33p
It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am now balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the other. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 44 years ago in the womb, but I'm in this for the long haul. My wife looks slightly weathered dripping sweat and her eyeliner is streaming down her face. Well, "for better or worse" is what we committed to so we press on.
12:40p
The overweight Hispanic man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I think its sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad and I hate him.
12:44p
I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.
12:52p
It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or a maybe sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.
12:55p
This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. There is no food in the room. I realize that this is an amalgamation of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?
1:01p
140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, bitch, I need my space here so don't get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counseling and she needs to be medicated. Stat!
1:09p
150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the aid unit arrives. I will buy this building and then have it destroyed.
I lose consciousness.
1:15p
I have a headache and my wife is being a selfish bitch. I can't really breathe. All I can think about is holding a cup worth of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is and cannot remember what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I am paralyzed, and may never walk again so the whole crab walk thing is pretty much out.
1:17p
I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it's voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. It's like juice and cracker time, ok?
1:20p
It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell but no way can it be from me. Did someone spray some stank on my towel or something?
1:30p
Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and 'cool down' in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My wife has left the room. Probably to throw up.
1:34p
My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees. So let's conservatively say it's 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards the door.
1:37p
The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both nipples stiffen to diamond strength and my penis begins to retract into my abdomen from the 100 degree temp swing. I can once again breathe though so I am pleased. I spot my future ex wife in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day's turmoil and mental scaring.
1:47p
Arrive at Emerald City Smoothie and proceed to order a 32 oz beverage. 402 calories, 0 fat and 14 grams of protein -- effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 2 hours writing this memoir.
3:47p
Create Craigslist ad while burning final 2 grams of protein from Smoothie and before the "shakes" consume my body.
4:29p
Note to self - check car for missing wet yoga towel in am.
Register for hot yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class package and purchase a yoga mat. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.
11:55a
Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and hot. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute blonde. We will date.
11:57a
I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot blonde to my left and our pending courtship. She will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 30 pounds before I propose to her.
11:58a
The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight issues my fiancée may take issue with. This will take a lot of wit and conditioning.
11:59a
Begin small talk with my bride to be. She pretends to ignore me but I know how she can be. I allow her to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don't exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat moustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.
12:00p
Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a slight, agitated Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my penis and testes packed in my Under Armor. My bride is notably unfazed.
12:02p
Since I do have experience with Hot Yoga (4 sessions just 5 short years ago) I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to guide the class. My wife will look on with a sparkle in her eye. We will make love after class.
12:10p
It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other's body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don't worry, I'll mention them later.)
12:26p
It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adorning stare of my bride and decide to look back at her. She appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.
12:33p
It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am now balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the other. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 44 years ago in the womb, but I'm in this for the long haul. My wife looks slightly weathered dripping sweat and her eyeliner is streaming down her face. Well, "for better or worse" is what we committed to so we press on.
12:40p
The overweight Hispanic man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I think its sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad and I hate him.
12:44p
I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.
12:52p
It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or a maybe sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.
12:55p
This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. There is no food in the room. I realize that this is an amalgamation of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?
1:01p
140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, bitch, I need my space here so don't get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counseling and she needs to be medicated. Stat!
1:09p
150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the aid unit arrives. I will buy this building and then have it destroyed.
I lose consciousness.
1:15p
I have a headache and my wife is being a selfish bitch. I can't really breathe. All I can think about is holding a cup worth of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is and cannot remember what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I am paralyzed, and may never walk again so the whole crab walk thing is pretty much out.
1:17p
I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it's voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. It's like juice and cracker time, ok?
1:20p
It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell but no way can it be from me. Did someone spray some stank on my towel or something?
1:30p
Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and 'cool down' in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My wife has left the room. Probably to throw up.
1:34p
My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees. So let's conservatively say it's 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards the door.
1:37p
The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both nipples stiffen to diamond strength and my penis begins to retract into my abdomen from the 100 degree temp swing. I can once again breathe though so I am pleased. I spot my future ex wife in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day's turmoil and mental scaring.
1:47p
Arrive at Emerald City Smoothie and proceed to order a 32 oz beverage. 402 calories, 0 fat and 14 grams of protein -- effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 2 hours writing this memoir.
3:47p
Create Craigslist ad while burning final 2 grams of protein from Smoothie and before the "shakes" consume my body.
4:29p
Note to self - check car for missing wet yoga towel in am.
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
I didn't know France invented the hairdryer
La France fascine les étrangers. Surtout les Américains, qui considèrent Paris comme la capitale de l'élégance et du romantisme. Le site LOL Buzzfeed a réalisé un top 30 des bonnes raisons de déménager en France. Lesquelles vous parlent le plus ?
1 / Commençons avec le pain. Allez dans n'importe quelle boulangerie et le choix est multiple et tout est délicieux/
2 / C'est le seul endroit au monde où on peut se balader en mangeant une baguette et personne ne vous regarde bizarrement.
3 / Et puis, bien sûr, il y a le fromage. Et le fait que les gens mangent du fromage à n'importe quelle heure de la journée, même avant le dîner.
4 / Oubliez le cronut, les croissants sont bien meilleurs.
5 / L'autre chose qui y est délicieuse ? Le café.
6 / Vous n'en aurez jamais assez de manger des crêpes.
7 / Vous savez quoi, tant pis. Toute la nourriture en France est incroyable.
8 / En France, si vous travaillez plus de 35 heures par semaine, les heures supp' sont payées.
9 / Vacances : vous avez droit à 5 semaines de congés payés et 13 journées fériées.
10 / L’État, qui vient en aide à ceux qui ne peuvent pas payer leur loyer.
11 / Il y a plein de choses à faire pendant son temps libre, comme sauter dans un TGV pour aller visiter d'autres villes.
12 / Ce qui veut dire qu'en peu de temps, on peut se retrouver au bord de la mer pour le week-end.
13 / Pareil pour les plages du sud du pays...
14 / ... Et les stations de ski.
15 / Les marchés des villes de province, qui valent le détour.
16 / Aussi, les Français s'habillent bien. Vous ne croiserez jamais une personne en pyjama au supermarché (heu...).
17 / Les musées incroyables (vous connaissez déjà le Louvre). Le musée Rodin est notre préféré, surtout pour la tranquillité des jardins.
18 / Le théâtre est également très riche en France et les pièces variées.
19 / Les films français sont souvent oscarisés (exemple : The Artist).
20 / La vie nocturne : vous en avez marre de vous faire virer des discothèques à 2 heures du matin ? En France, elles ouvrent au moins jusqu'à 4 heures.
21 / La musique est très cool aussi. De quelle nationalité sont les Daft Punk à votre avis ?
22 / Si vous n'aimez pas faire la fête, pas de problème. Pour les Français, l'apéro avec vin, pain et fromage est tout aussi important.
23 / Qu'est ce que la France a d'autre à offrir ? Les 24 heures du Mans (article écrit par un homme, sans aucun doute).
24 / Et puis on n'a même pas besoin de vous parler du Tour de France.
25 / Le parkour est made in France ( Parkour ? C'est le fait de sauter partout, comme les Yamakasi).
26 / La France a aussi inventé les portables à appareils photos, l'aspirine, le sèche-cheveux et même les tailles-crayons.
27 / Le dimanche. Personne ne travaille, tout le monde se repose et les rues sont calmes.
28 / La vie en France en général est plutôt détendue.
29 / Vous pouvez être en retard dans vos papiers administratifs, le mot "deadline" n'est pas si strict.
30 / Alors qu'attendez-vous pour faire vos valises et aller vous y installer ?
7 sur 7 fait remarquer qu'un lecteur a aussitôt répondu à Buzzfeed en indiquant une seule bonne raison de ne PAS aller s'installer en France : les Français... Bon, le message est clair.
1 / Commençons avec le pain. Allez dans n'importe quelle boulangerie et le choix est multiple et tout est délicieux/
2 / C'est le seul endroit au monde où on peut se balader en mangeant une baguette et personne ne vous regarde bizarrement.
3 / Et puis, bien sûr, il y a le fromage. Et le fait que les gens mangent du fromage à n'importe quelle heure de la journée, même avant le dîner.
4 / Oubliez le cronut, les croissants sont bien meilleurs.
5 / L'autre chose qui y est délicieuse ? Le café.
6 / Vous n'en aurez jamais assez de manger des crêpes.
7 / Vous savez quoi, tant pis. Toute la nourriture en France est incroyable.
8 / En France, si vous travaillez plus de 35 heures par semaine, les heures supp' sont payées.
9 / Vacances : vous avez droit à 5 semaines de congés payés et 13 journées fériées.
10 / L’État, qui vient en aide à ceux qui ne peuvent pas payer leur loyer.
11 / Il y a plein de choses à faire pendant son temps libre, comme sauter dans un TGV pour aller visiter d'autres villes.
12 / Ce qui veut dire qu'en peu de temps, on peut se retrouver au bord de la mer pour le week-end.
13 / Pareil pour les plages du sud du pays...
14 / ... Et les stations de ski.
15 / Les marchés des villes de province, qui valent le détour.
16 / Aussi, les Français s'habillent bien. Vous ne croiserez jamais une personne en pyjama au supermarché (heu...).
17 / Les musées incroyables (vous connaissez déjà le Louvre). Le musée Rodin est notre préféré, surtout pour la tranquillité des jardins.
18 / Le théâtre est également très riche en France et les pièces variées.
19 / Les films français sont souvent oscarisés (exemple : The Artist).
20 / La vie nocturne : vous en avez marre de vous faire virer des discothèques à 2 heures du matin ? En France, elles ouvrent au moins jusqu'à 4 heures.
21 / La musique est très cool aussi. De quelle nationalité sont les Daft Punk à votre avis ?
22 / Si vous n'aimez pas faire la fête, pas de problème. Pour les Français, l'apéro avec vin, pain et fromage est tout aussi important.
23 / Qu'est ce que la France a d'autre à offrir ? Les 24 heures du Mans (article écrit par un homme, sans aucun doute).
24 / Et puis on n'a même pas besoin de vous parler du Tour de France.
25 / Le parkour est made in France ( Parkour ? C'est le fait de sauter partout, comme les Yamakasi).
26 / La France a aussi inventé les portables à appareils photos, l'aspirine, le sèche-cheveux et même les tailles-crayons.
27 / Le dimanche. Personne ne travaille, tout le monde se repose et les rues sont calmes.
28 / La vie en France en général est plutôt détendue.
29 / Vous pouvez être en retard dans vos papiers administratifs, le mot "deadline" n'est pas si strict.
30 / Alors qu'attendez-vous pour faire vos valises et aller vous y installer ?
7 sur 7 fait remarquer qu'un lecteur a aussitôt répondu à Buzzfeed en indiquant une seule bonne raison de ne PAS aller s'installer en France : les Français... Bon, le message est clair.
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Monday, 17 June 2013
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
"Become loving. When you are in the embrace, become the embrace. Become the kiss. Forget yourself so totally that you can say, "I am no more. Only love exists."... Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating. Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating. Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing. Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch.
Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known."
~Osho
Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known."
~Osho
Friday, 7 June 2013
The Poles are big on diminutives. Truncate long names such as Agnieszka to Aga, or Jakub to Kuba (a big leap from formal to intimate in the loss of a single letter), and you'll make friends for life. If you want to take matters further, then try the popular terms of endearment, kotku/'little kitten' and, for a boy, misiu/'little bear'. Note: your lips will be in a permanent kiss with the u/oo- shapes of these romantic appellations.
2. In moments of total incomprehension, resort to that familiar British tactic, the "phonetic-pathetic", in which you try to make a foreign word sound like an English one. Przepraszam/'excuse me' is a perfect example. It sounds a little like 'Push past them!' So whisper 'push past them!' as you squeeze by some Polish folk and see how they move aside. But this approach has its dangers: if you hear kawka (pronounced Kafka), don't start quoting the Czech author – in Polish, the word means 'little coffee'.
3. Rolled Rs are neither favoured nor successfully executed by the English. Commenting on my failure, a Polish tutor once said to me: "Your palates are shaped the wrong way!" But these growling Rs are necessary to swear effectively in Polish. You'll hear kurwa/'whore' every other word in a burst of street-slang, so if you need to slip out of a tight corner, a quick ja pierdole!/'fuck me!' will get everyone slapping your back.
4. The sleeping technique. Taking Brodsky's advice further, try to read, in Polish and in bed, the poetry of Herbert and Różewicz, as well as Nobel prize-winners Czesław Miłosz and Wisława Szymborska. Their lullaby linguistics will make sense in your dreams, so that when you wake you'll find yourself babbling the lyrics to Julian Tuwim's famously rhythmic Lokomotywa. Cudownie!/'Miraculous!' Another version of the sleeping technique is to date a Polish wo/man. In the morning, be sure to whisper: Kochany, gdzie jest moja Kawa?/'Darling (male), where is my coffee?'
5. A shot or two of Wódka Wyborowa – na zdrowie!/'cheers!' - will untie your tongue for that sh-ch train of consonants. And once you've mastered the fact that 'ł' is pronounced 'w' then you will be chatting over a plate of pierogi with your new Polish neighbours in their native language about the composer Lutosławski – whose centenary is currently being celebrated at the Festival Hall and on BBC Radio 3.
6. Finally, if ever in doubt, just nod your head sagely and exclaim, dokładnie!/'exactly!'.
2. In moments of total incomprehension, resort to that familiar British tactic, the "phonetic-pathetic", in which you try to make a foreign word sound like an English one. Przepraszam/'excuse me' is a perfect example. It sounds a little like 'Push past them!' So whisper 'push past them!' as you squeeze by some Polish folk and see how they move aside. But this approach has its dangers: if you hear kawka (pronounced Kafka), don't start quoting the Czech author – in Polish, the word means 'little coffee'.
3. Rolled Rs are neither favoured nor successfully executed by the English. Commenting on my failure, a Polish tutor once said to me: "Your palates are shaped the wrong way!" But these growling Rs are necessary to swear effectively in Polish. You'll hear kurwa/'whore' every other word in a burst of street-slang, so if you need to slip out of a tight corner, a quick ja pierdole!/'fuck me!' will get everyone slapping your back.
4. The sleeping technique. Taking Brodsky's advice further, try to read, in Polish and in bed, the poetry of Herbert and Różewicz, as well as Nobel prize-winners Czesław Miłosz and Wisława Szymborska. Their lullaby linguistics will make sense in your dreams, so that when you wake you'll find yourself babbling the lyrics to Julian Tuwim's famously rhythmic Lokomotywa. Cudownie!/'Miraculous!' Another version of the sleeping technique is to date a Polish wo/man. In the morning, be sure to whisper: Kochany, gdzie jest moja Kawa?/'Darling (male), where is my coffee?'
5. A shot or two of Wódka Wyborowa – na zdrowie!/'cheers!' - will untie your tongue for that sh-ch train of consonants. And once you've mastered the fact that 'ł' is pronounced 'w' then you will be chatting over a plate of pierogi with your new Polish neighbours in their native language about the composer Lutosławski – whose centenary is currently being celebrated at the Festival Hall and on BBC Radio 3.
6. Finally, if ever in doubt, just nod your head sagely and exclaim, dokładnie!/'exactly!'.
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Monday, 3 June 2013
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
Try to acquire the weird practice of savouring your mistakes, delighting in uncovering the strange quirks that led you astray. Then, once you have sucked out all the goodness to be gained from having made them, you can cheerfully set them behind you and go on to the next big opportunity. But that is not enough: you should actively seek out opportunities just so you can then recover from them.
Daniel Dennett
Daniel Dennett
Monday, 13 May 2013
What right do you have to sting another
And direct the venom where it will kill
What right do you have to steal a life
and drown it in a lake somewhere
What right do you have to cut the throat
Then justify the painful slice
What right do you have to misery
When creating it comes that easily
What right do you have to opening
A mouth darkened by your frequent bite
What right do you have to turn rose to blue
And make the world a simpering mess
What right do you have to live lies
And with cold eyes make them real
What right do you have to turn to stone
Because movement threatens even you
What right do you have to talk softly
About that which you know nothing
What right do you have to trick the mind
And soften its resistant force
What right do you have to loving me
When loving isn't definite
And direct the venom where it will kill
What right do you have to steal a life
and drown it in a lake somewhere
What right do you have to cut the throat
Then justify the painful slice
What right do you have to misery
When creating it comes that easily
What right do you have to opening
A mouth darkened by your frequent bite
What right do you have to turn rose to blue
And make the world a simpering mess
What right do you have to live lies
And with cold eyes make them real
What right do you have to turn to stone
Because movement threatens even you
What right do you have to talk softly
About that which you know nothing
What right do you have to trick the mind
And soften its resistant force
What right do you have to loving me
When loving isn't definite
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Friday, 10 May 2013
Thursday, 9 May 2013
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Sunday, 14 April 2013
The despair of ambiguity
The lost and found in us
The head is laced with reason
The heart encases truth
The awe of what we will be
The hiding place we've found
The external narrative stays
The unknowing translation
The seeing is all there
The perception overrides
The lost and found in us
The head is laced with reason
The heart encases truth
The awe of what we will be
The hiding place we've found
The external narrative stays
The unknowing translation
The seeing is all there
The perception overrides
Friday, 12 April 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Thursday, 4 April 2013
Monday, 25 March 2013
Friday, 22 March 2013
Thursday, 21 March 2013
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Monday, 11 March 2013
Friday, 8 March 2013
Dessner from The National
Bruce D from the National playing guitar and proving that a Masters
in classical guitar goes a long way
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Friday, 1 March 2013
Thursday, 28 February 2013
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Monday, 18 February 2013
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Sunday, 3 February 2013
how the makers of the medicine will always say you are sick
I couldn't think of a better way to wake up this morning...
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Devon like Venice? Ahem
Reasons why latest immigrants should not move to Britain, according to the Guardian:
▶ Come to the 2013 European Capital of Obesity. It's Contagious!
▶ The Streets Aren't Paved With Gold, Even Under All the Vomit.
▶ If You're Coming With an HMV Voucher, You're Too Late.
▶ Britain: We Just Made the Citizenship Test Really Hard.
▶ Devon: It's Like Venice, But Without Any Gondolas or Bridges.
▶ The Great British Countryside: Soon to Be Blighted By High Speed Rail.
▶ The United Kingdom: If You Think This Queue's Long, You Should See the One to Get Out.
▶ Recession-wise, We've Only Just Got Started.
▶ Scotland: Where the Benefits of a Mediterranean Diet Become Apparent Through Stark Contrast.
▶ Britain Gives You Cancer.
▶ If We Knew You Were Coming, We'd Have Built Some Housing, Maintained Our Infrastructure and Restarted Our Economy.
▶ The Quaint Pubs You See in Travel Supplements Are All Tesco Metros Now.
▶ It's Really Not Like Downton Abbey At All – But Come Dine With Me Is Terrifyingly Accurate.
▶ The English Riviera, Land of Cruel Irony.
Monday, 28 January 2013
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Friday, 25 January 2013
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Monday, 14 January 2013
Thursday, 10 January 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
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