Thursday, 30 June 2005
Your relationship corner should be in a room of importance to you. The corner should be dusted and kept clean and tidy. Set up a little table, preferably round, and make it pretty and special. Decorate it with lovely things from around your house, such as a pair of candlesticks with candles, little round-ish ornaments, fresh flowers, a lamp, a picture frame of a happy couple you know or like, a statuette of a couple, anything really. You don't need to rush out and spend lots of money. As long as they have a sensuousness or roundness about the items and in pairs would be ideal.
Nothing too fussy, and not too much. As long as they are items special to you. And put a nice table cloth or piece of fabric on the table. And then, spend time in nurturing this corner. Look after it. Burn the candles and replace them when finished. Change the flowers.
Eight months after setting up my relationship corner I had my first contact with Mr Doris and here we are on on our happy ever after. A friend of mine set up her relationship corner and within a matter of weeks she met the man of her life. Another friend is setting up his relationship corner but I don't think he has gone the whole way. I've yet to hear how he is doing.
If you are meant to find the partner of your life then you will, regardless of any relationship corner. However, I think there is somethng to be said for focussing your energy in a positive way on a potential relationship. In order for it to work I think you have to find peace with yourself. Sitting in your relationship corner you can find that peace.
Now, I have just to work the same magic on my wealth corner....
Wednesday, 29 June 2005
Less saris and tunics were worn this time as more of us wore training pants and shirts. The Amazonian women wore some serious exercise garb.
With a pre-arranged quick dash home afterwards, Mr Doris had a lovely home-made bolognese ready to eat before we rushed off for the Tuesday cinema showing. It is cheaper on a Tuesday.
Batman was the longest two hour film I have ever seen. I don't remember any of the Lord of the Rings trilogy ever feeling this long. Sure there were special effects and a lot of detail but it just missed me competely. Perhaps you need to be a Batman afficionado and wanting every detail of Batman's life, though Mr Doris doesn't particularly care for the Batman stories he did enjoy the film last night.
The best thing about the film was coming out of the cinema afterwards at 10pm at night and into the most amazing of thunder and lightning storm together with monsoon rain. This is the middle of England for heaven's sake! It was brilliant and dark and exciting and very wet.
Tuesday, 28 June 2005
Steve at Wittering Heights started this and then Cheryl at Mad Baggage responded and so I'm doing this too.
But first I must qualify that I am not proud of my childhood japes and I certainly learned a lot from them.
- We lived by the beach and used to get money back on the soda pop bottles. Having continually cleared the beach of all bottles I'd then resort to climbing over the 6 foot fence at the back of the off-license in order to pinch back the empty pop bottles. I'd then climb back and then walk nonchalantly round the front of the shop to get more refunds. I'm ashamed to say that I managed to keep this up all summer one year by being careful and not doing it too often.
- I used to do the phone tapping thing. Post below!
- In junior school I was being silly one lunch time and laid down on the ground to look up the short trouser legs of one of the boys. He didn't have any underwear one so I got more than I bargained on and slinked off hoping no-one saw me even though no-one saw what I saw.
- I was unjustly given the cane at school once, so I laughed and didn't give it the respect it was demanding.
- In secondary school I used to be able to forge the signature of one of the teachers and used to write pretend notes that would send our History teacher out of the class on long goose chases in search of the other teacher.
Well, that's just a few of the ones I'm prepared to share just now!
Note: 26 Aug 2005 - Mark's blog seems to have disappeared. Alas....
Reading between the lines of his latest offering: "Whose navel are you gazing?", it seems I may have outstayed my welcome on the blog of S4essene's Was I Write. I dare not write any more helpful comments on his blog until he offers me a full and complete apology. Afterall, if after posting a piccy of himself in the completely altogether and no-one comments, ever, the least I can write as some words of encouragement:
I've been following the romantic adventures of this serial walking disaster and have grown rather fond of him. However, I think this should actually be a job for Aunty Whiplash but I have tried in my own fumbling, toothless way. And what do I get in return for all my efforts.... this and much, much more (brevity is not one of Mr S4essene's strong points!):
DEFENCE STATEMENT:Do visit him and write him some words of encouragement in his blog. It is worth the laugh! ;-)
s4essene: This is strictly not bloody funny! I don't care if you've got a brain like einstein or a body like Angelina Jolie! I will NOT have no grandma reminiscing about sex while sucking a fruit pastel over my wet body! It just aint right somehoW!
(Heaven knows, he doesn't get any traffic from anyone else!)
Thursday, 23 June 2005
I had no idea and inside was a copy of Richard P Feynman's "What Do You Care What Other People Think? : Further Adventures of a Curious Character". A sequel to the last Feynman book I read.
Mr Doris had been reading my blog and noticed that Decrepitoldfool had posted a comment and recommendation for this next book and before I know it, voila!
Mr Doris may not give me flowers and diamond rings but he does tickle my fancy with these wonderful gestures. Maybe I should rename my blog sadoldfool or passmethepukebucket :-)
Wednesday, 22 June 2005
I love the word/name Petunia and loved the Petunia stories as a kid. I'm developing my green fingers and this year went crazy with planting petunia seedlings in our brick trough in the front. They are so happy looking and make me smile :-)
Tuesday, 21 June 2005
We live in a mainly Muslim and Hindu area so half the class of six wore saris with their trainers. The rest, including the young Anglo-Pakistani teacher wore the usual exercise garb.
Lined up, the music was switched on. It was a pumped-up version of the Star Wars theme. It was like the Classical Rock style of the 80s and Star Wars took on a new dimension. It seemed like an odd choice for us women.
Within seconds we were having to march, prance backwards, forwards, sideways, moving on to doing the grapevine. I didn't do too badly keeping up but when we started to do some sort of loop-de-loop spin at the end of each grapevine I was flummoxed. At this point I took myself out of "serious, I want to look cool and get this right" mode and took to marching it out.
Paying attention to the others I now realised there was this glorious swirling of saris, with flailing arms and legs at the other end of the line and each of them were doing their own wonderful interpretation of what we were supposed to be doing. It made me chuckle to myself about all my seriousness and I'm sure one of them half-winked back at me as she smiled and continued.
Same time next Tuesday then!
Our teenage daughter is continually needing money that at times I feel like a money machine. There to just print out the readies for her every whim. Naturally all her needs are justified and as she is sitting exams I am not going to hassle her to get a part time job. I was thinking that most of her monthly allowance goes on a mobile phone which led me to remember how we managed when we were kids.
I didn't have an allowance or pocket money and somehow got by. When we were out and about and needed to use the public phone we'd have those old coin telephone boxes with the red box. It would be only two pence to make the phone call but we'd usually not even have that. So there was a thing we used to be able to do, or rather I was able to do it as I had a steady hand.
We had dial telephones in those days with a satisfyingly heavy receiver that you'd pick up and it would curl round your face. With the receiver up I could tap out the numbers on the telephone rest. These were the two levers the phone sat on and cut off the call. With a careful and light touch you could tap out the numbers as if it was dialing and then if you managed to count right, it was 8 taps for a number 8 and so forth, and get the touch gentle enough to register but not so much you cut off the phone, then you could get a free call. That was a real whiz, but it would usually take a few attempts to get it right.
Sometimes if I had the money I would rather spend it on some sweets. Cadbury's Cream Eggs had just come out and they used to cost a whopping 8 pence each. I remember because I used to be able to get two and a packet of Trebor mints for 20 pence from the ice-cream van outside the school. The guy who ran that was called Mario, aren't they all, and he always used to make a fuss of us. Now I realise that making a fuss of us made us come and spend with him. Number one lesson in marketing!
Sunday, 19 June 2005
When you look at this magazine cover what's the first thing you think?
This is a monthly publication, costing 25 cents and ran from 1924 to about 1926. It has a picture of an ordinary bloke (he's ordinary because he is not wearing a white coat) with some home-made gadgetry doing something rather scary but exciting looking. The magazine says "the Experimenter" and is marketed to the masses. This particular edition promises to show you how to make a Tesla Coil. How many of us know what a Tesla coil is? I don't really, just that it is something to do with electricity.
My first thought when I saw this was "why don't we do experiments like that now?" It looks scary and dangerous and tantalising and exciting. We are scared our kids might hurt themselves. If we want a monthly magazine now it has some little gizmo to collect and to slot into the right slot, or complete the model or to tell us what to do. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)
I think we've been struck down by whitecoatitus. We no longer experiment or play around to find out about things. Maybe there are old geezers out there with their sheds for experiments but they are a dying breed and maybe from the generation that bought this magazine and grew up experimenting.
These days we generally just accept what the science books tell us. We don't get to really understand what it is all about and what really makes things work. I get the impression that even the scientists don't really experiment these days and spend a lot of time on theories. And why has experimentation been left to the scientists anyway?
It just takes a fresh mind to look at things and maybe find a better way. A fresh mind carrying out experiments in their garden shed is as worthy as a top-notch scientist in his study! Maybe more-so?
[The Experimenter covers can be found on the excellent MagazineArt.org database. More info on Tesla.]
I am not a Christian so it is not that high horse I am on. But how can anyone who professes a spirituality - that is what being Christian or any other religion is about, isn't it? - also think it is humorous, clever, interesting or even nice to be a bitch?
Bitching is about putting people down; it's about commenting on them to their detriment and to your supposed benefit; it is about being unkind.
As a Christian (or any other faith) shouldn't we be kind and helpful towards each other and the world?
I'm not saying we shouldn't complain. Complaining is important as long as it is done right or constructively. So that someone can fix the problem either for you or for others, or so that we can understand better what has gone wrong.
I'm not saying we shouldn't have fun either.
Just quit the bitching as if it is some great thing to be doing or wanting to read about.
Saturday, 18 June 2005
I didn't need Mad Baggage to remind me that tonight is the last episode from this series of Dr Who. My life will be bereft without it.
This series of Dr Who (I never much cared for previous series!) is on par with listening to Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy the first time round on Radio 4 in the 70's on late Saturday afternoons. It was Mr Doris who counted down with excitement to this series starting and me being the nice partner, willingly sat with him. But from the first 60 seconds I have been smitten. I've hugged myself with delight at each episode. I just can't get enough of it.
Dr Who is magnificent. Rose is utterly superb and the best ever assistant and between them the electricity is scintillating. My only gripe is that sometimes the Dr is unnecessarily stupid because Rose shines with curiosity and brilliance and courage without the need for him to sometimes be the prat. Who'd have thought the flippity little pop star Billie Piper had it in her to be such a brilliant actress?
Tonight's programme is the second of two and a natural progression for the whole series. Each of the stories are interconnected and I think are brilliantly written and inter-woven.
Did I mention it can be scary for the little ones? For young street-wise kids with super Fx computer games to be scared by a modern Dr Who with its walking zombies and people eating wheelie bins is incredible. I didn't think they could pull it off. Like so many programmes out there it just isn't the same as the original. In this case and in my view this outclasses the previous series.
Did I mention the humour? Superb. Classic and so very funny on different levels but not in a Disney way which is usually quite risque. This is so much more clever.
Unfortuneately I don't have any royalty free pics of daleks in my clip art so had to settle for nicking the above piccy from the BBC website. They even have a sound page for the bestest dalek "Exterminate!" and the hilarious Michael Jackson piss-take "Moisturise me, moisturise me". Listen and reminisce!
And did I mention the Bad Wolf Corporation. That's only for the die-hards who have watched the entire series :-)
Friday, 17 June 2005
I made Mr Doris and me banana and cream cheese sandwiches for lunch today. It is one of my absolute faves and was an addiction of mine during one of my pregnancies. However, I discovered something new about Mr Doris today. He actually doesn't like the combo and prefers just the banana on its own. So all these years when he has made this for lunch, he has put cream cheese in mine but not in his. And all these years I have put cream cheese in both!
He was ever so sweet when he told me. After he had eaten the said sandwich and made all the right yummy noises. Aww bless :-)
Thursday, 16 June 2005
I've just finished reading "Surely you're joking Mr Feynman!" (There are lots of reviews on that link)
It is a very funny series of anecdotes by of all people, a Nobel Prize winning physicist. He worked on the atom bomb at Los Alamos. (This last bit is not funny but he does give some interesting views on the subject.) He's dead now but I wish I could have met him and had a chat. He'd either have liked me because I asked questions and wasn't full of b/s or else he'd have not bothered with me because I can be a right pain and full of b/s!
The reason I was reading him was because a dear friend had recommended him because of his learning/teaching styles. And you know what, it has been a great confidence booster reading him. At long last I know I was right and my education was wrong. Feynman is no doubt a totally brilliant brain and yet, he poked fun at the establishment because they would tie themselves up into intellectual knots. At one point he was on a government board to help choose the maths books for schools and he really put in the effort, unlike the other reviewers, and showed what a lot of twaddle was being published. I think it is no different now.
My biggest problem with maths at school was why we would use this or that formula and I have to say I couldn't get over that lack of understanding. Sure I could do the problems, and make the maths add up but I never understood about co-sines and tangents and I now think it is not because I'm stupid (I wasn't then!) but because my need to understand "why" was never satisfied.
He was all for explaining why we learn certain things and the practical applications to the point that there is no reason to learn anything unless you think about it and learn the whys and wherefores.
Aside from feeling good about by myself by reading this book, I had such a good laugh. He was not what one would expect from a Physics Professor. He'd spend his evenings in strip clubs and would tout his new found drawing skills to brothels! All with the blessings of one of his wives.
Look through your bookshelves or check your local library.