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Izzie never ever imagined that it would be necessary to turn on the heater during October. This is Oz after all and we are supposed to be sizzling and certainly not snuggling up, toasting our toes and listening to the howling wind and the rain lashing the window panes.

Just the perfect weather in fact for listening to the radio and catching up on podcasts.

First there was the history of a rather infamous book (I tried to read it many moons ago but it was just too whiny)
I nearly died laughing on hearing a BBC program about it which claimed that "Mein Kampf" is a best seller in India where it is seen as a sort of self help book. How one man began as a down and out doing time in jail to become the leader of a powerful nation in such a short time. The fact that he made things so difficult for the British Empire just adds to the allure. (The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that)

Or to put it in more modern business jargon
"They see it as a kind of success story where one man can have a vision, work out a plan on how to implement it and then successfully complete it"
source

Then there's the more recent cult courtesy of Old Mr Hubbard. The good old days seem well and truly over with Anonymous and an assortment of whistle blowers spilling the beans on the monstrous cash cow. Unfortunately this program starts at the witching hour of midnight and I've usually fallen asleep half way through it. Of course there's always the podcasts but a serpent needs 9 lives to catch up with all the tasty morsels.

Then there was a fascinating exploration of the subtle difference between scary and creepy

I love the list of dodgy jobs. It will make perfect nanowrimo prompt. This year's sad and sordid story will need to feature at least four of the following occupations with bonus points for all of them.


Clown
Taxidermist
Sex Shop Owner
Funeral Director
Taxi Driver
Priest
Janitor
Garbage Collector
Security Guard
Writer
Actor
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (creepy)
Izzie never ever imagined that it would be necessary to turn on the heater during October. This is Oz after all and we are supposed to be sizzling and certainly not snuggling up, toasting our toes and listening to the howling wind and the rain lashing the window panes.

Just the perfect weather in fact for listening to the radio and catching up on podcasts.

First there was the history of a rather infamous book (I tried to read it many moons ago but it was just too whiny)
I nearly died laughing on hearing a BBC program about it which claimed that "Mein Kampf" is a best seller in India where it is seen as a sort of self help book. How one man began as a down and out doing time in jail to become the leader of a powerful nation in such a short time. The fact that he made things so difficult for the British Empire just adds to the allure. (The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that)

Or to put it in more modern business jargon
"They see it as a kind of success story where one man can have a vision, work out a plan on how to implement it and then successfully complete it"
source

Then there's the more recent cult courtesy of Old Mr Hubbard. The good old days seem well and truly over with Anonymous and an assortment of whistle blowers spilling the beans on the monstrous cash cow. Unfortunately this program starts at the witching hour of midnight and I've usually fallen asleep half way through it. Of course there's always the podcasts but a serpent needs 9 lives to catch up with all the tasty morsels.

Then there was a fascinating exploration of the subtle difference between scary and creepy

I love the list of dodgy jobs. It will make perfect nanowrimo prompt. This year's sad and sordid story will need to feature at least four of the following occupations with bonus points for all of them.


Clown
Taxidermist
Sex Shop Owner
Funeral Director
Taxi Driver
Priest
Janitor
Garbage Collector
Security Guard
Writer
Actor
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Last Saturday was a grey and rainy day. The only motivation to stir the Izzie from her serpent snooze was the Farmer’s markets in Subiaco. Now that I’m working every second Saturday, it would be a shame to waste a free one but there was another more important method to our madness.
Knowing that it is infinitely easier to honour commitments to others rather than to myself, on my previous visit on the Easter weekend I had asked one of the stall holders if she had any saffron bulbs to spare since every other year they have a surplus. Of course they also sell the bright and shiny precious in little glass vials as a side line to the main business which is olive oil.
Several years ago I had bought some bulbs from their stall and was pleased as punch to get my paws on such precious specimens. Following their instructions plus those obtained from the Oracle of Google, I planted the critters and waited patiently. It did not take too long for little green shoots to appear but the flowers never did follow. Izzie was a foolish creature back then and had hogged the precious corms all to herself. I learnt my lesson the hard way when they all shrivelled up and this time decided to reserve one third for Petunia to plant in her own veggie patch. She has magic powers when it comes to green and growing things so this is a sort of insurance policy.

The lady running the stall said that she did not have any bulbs for sale that day but I could order some for the next few weeks before the end of the season. So I chose a specific date and number.
So the thought of six precious saffron bulbs was sufficient motivation to be out and about reasonably early especially since it was 3 years ago since last setting eyes on them.

It was a very pleasant surprise to be handed the little brown paper bag and told that since they were rather small this year we would be getting 12 for the price of 6 but that they would need to be planted pretty quickly. Within a week or two at the most.
Several were already sprouting and some cute little devils had two little horns on the side rather than one at the tip.
They don’t like wet feet and live quite happily in nasty sandy soil. With 8 specimens to play with, there is no need to put all the eggs in one basket so the chances of survival should be greatly increased.

They will most definitely not be sharing beds with the ginger and turmeric which are growing like crazy. They like it hot and wet and are very happy indeed lurking in the Lair.
They will also not be lurking amongst the angel’s trumpets with their bewitching and intoxicating perfumes. Two of them are now displaying their pretty poisonous pendulous petals.
The lavender and cactus patch will be the perfect place to put these precious specimens.

So they will be kept separate from the other green and growing things in little pots of their own that can be moved around according to the weather.

Since this is the time when everything comes to life in the garden, it is essential to make the most of the opportunity to get critters planted and pampered and set up for the nasty stinking sizzle to come at the end of the year.
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Last Saturday was a grey and rainy day. The only motivation to stir the Izzie from her serpent snooze was the Farmer’s markets in Subiaco. Now that I’m working every second Saturday, it would be a shame to waste a free one but there was another more important method to our madness.
Knowing that it is infinitely easier to honour commitments to others rather than to myself, on my previous visit on the Easter weekend I had asked one of the stall holders if she had any saffron bulbs to spare since every other year they have a surplus. Of course they also sell the bright and shiny precious in little glass vials as a side line to the main business which is olive oil.
Several years ago I had bought some bulbs from their stall and was pleased as punch to get my paws on such precious specimens. Following their instructions plus those obtained from the Oracle of Google, I planted the critters and waited patiently. It did not take too long for little green shoots to appear but the flowers never did follow. Izzie was a foolish creature back then and had hogged the precious corms all to herself. I learnt my lesson the hard way when they all shrivelled up and this time decided to reserve one third for Petunia to plant in her own veggie patch. She has magic powers when it comes to green and growing things so this is a sort of insurance policy.

The lady running the stall said that she did not have any bulbs for sale that day but I could order some for the next few weeks before the end of the season. So I chose a specific date and number.
So the thought of six precious saffron bulbs was sufficient motivation to be out and about reasonably early especially since it was 3 years ago since last setting eyes on them.

It was a very pleasant surprise to be handed the little brown paper bag and told that since they were rather small this year we would be getting 12 for the price of 6 but that they would need to be planted pretty quickly. Within a week or two at the most.
Several were already sprouting and some cute little devils had two little horns on the side rather than one at the tip.
They don’t like wet feet and live quite happily in nasty sandy soil. With 8 specimens to play with, there is no need to put all the eggs in one basket so the chances of survival should be greatly increased.

They will most definitely not be sharing beds with the ginger and turmeric which are growing like crazy. They like it hot and wet and are very happy indeed lurking in the Lair.
They will also not be lurking amongst the angel’s trumpets with their bewitching and intoxicating perfumes. Two of them are now displaying their pretty poisonous pendulous petals.
The lavender and cactus patch will be the perfect place to put these precious specimens.

So they will be kept separate from the other green and growing things in little pots of their own that can be moved around according to the weather.

Since this is the time when everything comes to life in the garden, it is essential to make the most of the opportunity to get critters planted and pampered and set up for the nasty stinking sizzle to come at the end of the year.
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The serpent has been absent of late. Strange that in the days of having no internet and not even a computer, I was posting far more frequently.
There are just so many distractions these days the worst of which are the dreaded Dementors who paid a very unexpected visit.
March is usually a month that begins with a bang. It is a time of hope and promise as the worst of the sizzling stinking summer is over. There are weeds and seeds to be planted and numerous opportunities to indulge the inner emerald serpent.

Izzie was all chirpy and happy and got lots of stuff done and had all sorts of grand plans. But that all ended in the middle of the month when the weather gods promised and delivered a string of days with a 40 in them with the bonus of some sickly steaming humidity.
February had more than its fair share of 40s but nearly all of them were the dry kind of heat that just makes you thirsty and tired but not totally troppo and grotty. Even Astrofest on Saturday 12th was insufficient to distract this cranky scratchy serpent.
It was a trivial thing but in the midst of the mugginess my wristwatch decided to die. That should be no big deal as there’s always the phone for finding the time. But unlike the young things of today I do not have this infernal object permanently attached to my hand and would constantly need to be looking in my bag to find it. That’s where pockets would come in handy but I don’t have any of those.

So I was running around like a mad March hare constantly worried about being late all the time. Back in 2009 I had a watch die at 6pm on Christmas Eve so it would be another 4 days before there was even a hope of getting a replacement. By then I was so desperate that I went to the first watch shop in the city that I could find and forked out $100 for a new one. I had no time at all for the usual ritual of shopping around and visiting 10 different stores in order to compare prices.
Since then I learned that shops like Target have them in the accessories section and there’s no need to pay more than $25.
That’s just what I did on the Friday evening after work. I could have done so the day before the old grey cells were not even capable of such a simple and logical thought.
Even a couple of sunsets at the beach on the last days of the recent Sculpture by the Sea did not banish the creepy clammy cloaked creatures.
None of the usual weapons worked against them. Sunshine, star gazing and gardening did not banish them. Not even chocolate so the only alternative was to just wait and wait, be a small target and hope they would get bored and go elsewhere. Invariably they always do but by the same token they always return.

The clammy creatures finally departed on Easter Sunday. Which is just as well because a couple of days later the trusty mobile phone started crashing and finally died this evening. I’m pretty peeved at losing all my online Scrabble games but it’s not the complete catastrophe on steroids and end of the world it would have been if the beasties had still been lurking.

I could not help but think of the wise words of Anthony de Mello who claimed that one good way of measuring your spiritual/mental strength is to count the number of times in the course of the day that you become disturbed or upset.
Then there are the toasty glowing times when it feels like being surrounded by a teflon coated shield where an assortment of slings and arrows of outrageous fortune just bounce off and barely cause a scratch.

Maybe contrasting and comparing the two states and watching for the warning signs for each would be a useful exercise in observation and could provide some useful insights.
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
The serpent has been absent of late. Strange that in the days of having no internet and not even a computer, I was posting far more frequently.
There are just so many distractions these days the worst of which are the dreaded Dementors who paid a very unexpected visit.
March is usually a month that begins with a bang. It is a time of hope and promise as the worst of the sizzling stinking summer is over. There are weeds and seeds to be planted and numerous opportunities to indulge the inner emerald serpent.

Izzie was all chirpy and happy and got lots of stuff done and had all sorts of grand plans. But that all ended in the middle of the month when the weather gods promised and delivered a string of days with a 40 in them with the bonus of some sickly steaming humidity.
February had more than its fair share of 40s but nearly all of them were the dry kind of heat that just makes you thirsty and tired but not totally troppo and grotty. Even Astrofest on Saturday 12th was insufficient to distract this cranky scratchy serpent.
It was a trivial thing but in the midst of the mugginess my wristwatch decided to die. That should be no big deal as there’s always the phone for finding the time. But unlike the young things of today I do not have this infernal object permanently attached to my hand and would constantly need to be looking in my bag to find it. That’s where pockets would come in handy but I don’t have any of those.

So I was running around like a mad March hare constantly worried about being late all the time. Back in 2009 I had a watch die at 6pm on Christmas Eve so it would be another 4 days before there was even a hope of getting a replacement. By then I was so desperate that I went to the first watch shop in the city that I could find and forked out $100 for a new one. I had no time at all for the usual ritual of shopping around and visiting 10 different stores in order to compare prices.
Since then I learned that shops like Target have them in the accessories section and there’s no need to pay more than $25.
That’s just what I did on the Friday evening after work. I could have done so the day before the old grey cells were not even capable of such a simple and logical thought.
Even a couple of sunsets at the beach on the last days of the recent Sculpture by the Sea did not banish the creepy clammy cloaked creatures.
None of the usual weapons worked against them. Sunshine, star gazing and gardening did not banish them. Not even chocolate so the only alternative was to just wait and wait, be a small target and hope they would get bored and go elsewhere. Invariably they always do but by the same token they always return.

The clammy creatures finally departed on Easter Sunday. Which is just as well because a couple of days later the trusty mobile phone started crashing and finally died this evening. I’m pretty peeved at losing all my online Scrabble games but it’s not the complete catastrophe on steroids and end of the world it would have been if the beasties had still been lurking.

I could not help but think of the wise words of Anthony de Mello who claimed that one good way of measuring your spiritual/mental strength is to count the number of times in the course of the day that you become disturbed or upset.
Then there are the toasty glowing times when it feels like being surrounded by a teflon coated shield where an assortment of slings and arrows of outrageous fortune just bounce off and barely cause a scratch.

Maybe contrasting and comparing the two states and watching for the warning signs for each would be a useful exercise in observation and could provide some useful insights.

Sizzled

Jan. 4th, 2016 10:22 pm
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Nostalgia for grey and rainy wintry Amsterdam is looking very attractive in the last few weeks. The solstice has well and truly unleashed the evil yellow beast and it has graced us with at least 8 sizzling days of over 36 celsius including 3 39s and a rather nasty 41. More of the same is predicted for the coming week so the Izzie has prepared by filling an assortment of plastic bottles to dole out to the prize weeds tomorrow morning so that they don't die of thirst when the serpent is not around to water them.

One good thing is that Christmas and New Year's Eve did not get caught up in the heat wave. But not to worry. Easter is just around the corner. I used to find it totally ridiculous that the supermarkets had the hot cross buns on the shelves for the first shopping day of the new year. Now they have truly excelled themselves and put them out for New Year's Eve. I should have gone and complained to the management about the lack of Easter eggs. (I am sure they will have arrived by the end of this week)

Also been busy planting an assortment of climbing beans with the intention that they will provide shade for their neighbours and cop the brunt of the sunshine.

The fact that every single tree planted since early May is still alive and thriving is a first for this serpent and the plan is to keep things that way. Getting to the end of February with no tree funerals will be the true test of progress.
There are still pecan seedlings popping up all over the place and only one of them has bit the dust.

Today was the first day back at the book store and that New Year's resolution not to add any more to the collection did not last very long.

But most of the other lessons of last year have been learned such as having a regular routine to lurk around the lair watering and looking after the weeds. In summer, either very early morning or between 5-8 in the evening are the best times to be doing stuff in the garden.

It is so much nicer outside in the evening since inside is so hot and stuffy. Even leaving a bunch of windows open to let the breeze through is bugger all use when the weather is all still and clammy.
I cannot really justify getting an air conditioner when there are only about 15 days or so in the year where the ceiling fans alone do not do the trick. It's the times when we have 3 or more days in a row over 36 or when the overnight temperature does not drop below 22 that are the killers. It's then like living in a double brick pizza oven.

Maybe we need to find some more magic beans that will grow and cover all the windows in summer and then die off in autumn.
I guess if I had planted those 3 pecan trees 10 years ago, they would already be doing that.

Yesss. Yesterday is always the best time to plant a tree but today is better than tomorrow.

Sizzled

Jan. 4th, 2016 10:22 pm
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Nostalgia for grey and rainy wintry Amsterdam is looking very attractive in the last few weeks. The solstice has well and truly unleashed the evil yellow beast and it has graced us with at least 8 sizzling days of over 36 celsius including 3 39s and a rather nasty 41. More of the same is predicted for the coming week so the Izzie has prepared by filling an assortment of plastic bottles to dole out to the prize weeds tomorrow morning so that they don't die of thirst when the serpent is not around to water them.

One good thing is that Christmas and New Year's Eve did not get caught up in the heat wave. But not to worry. Easter is just around the corner. I used to find it totally ridiculous that the supermarkets had the hot cross buns on the shelves for the first shopping day of the new year. Now they have truly excelled themselves and put them out for New Year's Eve. I should have gone and complained to the management about the lack of Easter eggs. (I am sure they will have arrived by the end of this week)

Also been busy planting an assortment of climbing beans with the intention that they will provide shade for their neighbours and cop the brunt of the sunshine.

The fact that every single tree planted since early May is still alive and thriving is a first for this serpent and the plan is to keep things that way. Getting to the end of February with no tree funerals will be the true test of progress.
There are still pecan seedlings popping up all over the place and only one of them has bit the dust.

Today was the first day back at the book store and that New Year's resolution not to add any more to the collection did not last very long.

But most of the other lessons of last year have been learned such as having a regular routine to lurk around the lair watering and looking after the weeds. In summer, either very early morning or between 5-8 in the evening are the best times to be doing stuff in the garden.

It is so much nicer outside in the evening since inside is so hot and stuffy. Even leaving a bunch of windows open to let the breeze through is bugger all use when the weather is all still and clammy.
I cannot really justify getting an air conditioner when there are only about 15 days or so in the year where the ceiling fans alone do not do the trick. It's the times when we have 3 or more days in a row over 36 or when the overnight temperature does not drop below 22 that are the killers. It's then like living in a double brick pizza oven.

Maybe we need to find some more magic beans that will grow and cover all the windows in summer and then die off in autumn.
I guess if I had planted those 3 pecan trees 10 years ago, they would already be doing that.

Yesss. Yesterday is always the best time to plant a tree but today is better than tomorrow.
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Today was a time for some serious nostalgia and a visit to the serpent's favourite old lunatic asylum which has been converted into an arts centre.

There's been a bit of a makeover in the garden with a new stage and some tidying up of the wormwood patch which seems to have included removing the wormwood. It sucks when yuppies take over serpent sacred sites.

Out there in the big bad world there's just been so much gloom and doom and creepy crawliness.
If it's not the state government and their mining company minions trashing areas containing significant ancient antiquities then it's that mob in the Middle East smashing old temples and murdering 82 year olds in their zeal to banish from the planet everything that does not reflect their ridiculous and most miserable interpretation of reality.

The idiots in government here then want to use such barbarity as an excuse to indulge in yet more of their own. Instead of bombing Syria back to the stone age maybe they would be of more use allowing some Syrian refugees to come here instead of expecting the European Union to do all the heavy lifting.
It was so weird hearing the news on the 76th anniversary of the start of the second world war that the huddled masses of the world (well the Middle East at least) view Germany as the land of freedom and a fair go. They are literally dying to get there when for so many years it was the place people wanted to escape from.
Just even thinking about those nasty people smugglers' trucks is seriously creepy let alone contemplating how truly desperate one must be to get in them.

Life is such a lottery. I was over in Europe in January this year and could move about freely on planes, trains and trams with no need to be crammed like a sardine and paying exorbitant prices for the privilege yet others who live much nearer to Europe are so unwelcome and go to such desperate measures to get there.

It's one of the most magical times of the year in this bit of Oz. All the wildflowers are presently putting on a most amazing show. Only the most jaded barbarian could fail to appreciate the gorgeousness. Along with the wonderful weeds come the birds with their joyful squawking and cackling. Australia is filled with the most amazing of critters.
Will be off looking at the pretty little critters tomorrow in Kings Park. Was there last Thursday and got to thinking that once a week is simply insufficient at this time of the year.

Even ancient serpents feel the sap rising in early September. Everything is blooming and blossoming and it is wonderful to be alive at this time of year. Magic is afoot.
izmeina: tree and serpent lurking, permaculture logo (tree)
Today was a time for some serious nostalgia and a visit to the serpent's favourite old lunatic asylum which has been converted into an arts centre.

There's been a bit of a makeover in the garden with a new stage and some tidying up of the wormwood patch which seems to have included removing the wormwood. It sucks when yuppies take over serpent sacred sites.

Out there in the big bad world there's just been so much gloom and doom and creepy crawliness.
If it's not the state government and their mining company minions trashing areas containing significant ancient antiquities then it's that mob in the Middle East smashing old temples and murdering 82 year olds in their zeal to banish from the planet everything that does not reflect their ridiculous and most miserable interpretation of reality.

The idiots in government here then want to use such barbarity as an excuse to indulge in yet more of their own. Instead of bombing Syria back to the stone age maybe they would be of more use allowing some Syrian refugees to come here instead of expecting the European Union to do all the heavy lifting.
It was so weird hearing the news on the 76th anniversary of the start of the second world war that the huddled masses of the world (well the Middle East at least) view Germany as the land of freedom and a fair go. They are literally dying to get there when for so many years it was the place people wanted to escape from.
Just even thinking about those nasty people smugglers' trucks is seriously creepy let alone contemplating how truly desperate one must be to get in them.

Life is such a lottery. I was over in Europe in January this year and could move about freely on planes, trains and trams with no need to be crammed like a sardine and paying exorbitant prices for the privilege yet others who live much nearer to Europe are so unwelcome and go to such desperate measures to get there.

It's one of the most magical times of the year in this bit of Oz. All the wildflowers are presently putting on a most amazing show. Only the most jaded barbarian could fail to appreciate the gorgeousness. Along with the wonderful weeds come the birds with their joyful squawking and cackling. Australia is filled with the most amazing of critters.
Will be off looking at the pretty little critters tomorrow in Kings Park. Was there last Thursday and got to thinking that once a week is simply insufficient at this time of the year.

Even ancient serpents feel the sap rising in early September. Everything is blooming and blossoming and it is wonderful to be alive at this time of year. Magic is afoot.
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Izzie has been a busy serpent. There was so much stuff going on in April. All sorts of government gossip and a dreaded certain centenary and a whole bunch of gardening to be done. For most of the month the weather was absolutely gorgeous. It was sunny but not too hot and most of the time there was the delicate light that invites quiet contemplation, pottering amongst the weeds and general contentment with the universe.

Also during two weeks of April there was an invasion of artists from all over the world adorning the city walls with gorgeous murals. Some were so large that the artists used cherry pickers. It was wonderful fun wandering around with the lists and ticking each item off one by one. Since a lot of the walls are a bit off the beaten track and hiding in quirky corners it was a most fascinating way of seeing the suburbs.
One proved to be very inspirational indeed.

creepy crawly Cthulhu

Then there was the annual ritual of Camp Nanowrimo for folks who do not want to wait until November to squiggle their stories. So that’s where all the words have been going the last month. Was slacking a bit going for a goal of 33,333 words for the month rather than the usual April quota of 50,000. Just been for a quick visit over at the camp cabins. These are groups of a dozen or so participants who share a ‘campfire’ where they can post snippets of story gossip, offer ideas or encouragement to each other. Well that is the theory anyway.

April Foolishness )
izmeina: a spooky blue Cthulhu brandishing wicked weapons (pen and paintbrush) (squid)
Izzie has been a busy serpent. There was so much stuff going on in April. All sorts of government gossip and a dreaded certain centenary and a whole bunch of gardening to be done. For most of the month the weather was absolutely gorgeous. It was sunny but not too hot and most of the time there was the delicate light that invites quiet contemplation, pottering amongst the weeds and general contentment with the universe.

Also during two weeks of April there was an invasion of artists from all over the world adorning the city walls with gorgeous murals. Some were so large that the artists used cherry pickers. It was wonderful fun wandering around with the lists and ticking each item off one by one. Since a lot of the walls are a bit off the beaten track and hiding in quirky corners it was a most fascinating way of seeing the suburbs.
One proved to be very inspirational indeed.

creepy crawly Cthulhu

Then there was the annual ritual of Camp Nanowrimo for folks who do not want to wait until November to squiggle their stories. So that’s where all the words have been going the last month. Was slacking a bit going for a goal of 33,333 words for the month rather than the usual April quota of 50,000. Just been for a quick visit over at the camp cabins. These are groups of a dozen or so participants who share a ‘campfire’ where they can post snippets of story gossip, offer ideas or encouragement to each other. Well that is the theory anyway.

April Foolishness )
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It’s such a common theme that it’s barely worth mentioning anymore. Most of the great delights in life are random unexpected events while those much anticipated, plotted and planned for turn out to be big disappointments. It seems to be the very act of anticipation itself with its imagining of infinite wonderful possibilities that precipitates the unhappy ending.

Good Friday’s rising moon was a pretty pink thing. In spite of finding a place with a reasonable stretch of horizon facing east and knowing the exact time of the moon rising, I still managed to miss its slink above the horizon. Even with a binoculars I was not able to find it for a good twenty minutes. It was a pale pink blob and easily missed due to the presence of daylight. That was a bit of a disappointment not to catch it crossing the horizon since it’s been a very long time since that has happened. But there were other distractions such as a street filled with spooky fig trees and an old historical cemetery which compensated for such minor disappointments.

More moonish musings )
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
It’s such a common theme that it’s barely worth mentioning anymore. Most of the great delights in life are random unexpected events while those much anticipated, plotted and planned for turn out to be big disappointments. It seems to be the very act of anticipation itself with its imagining of infinite wonderful possibilities that precipitates the unhappy ending.

Good Friday’s rising moon was a pretty pink thing. In spite of finding a place with a reasonable stretch of horizon facing east and knowing the exact time of the moon rising, I still managed to miss its slink above the horizon. Even with a binoculars I was not able to find it for a good twenty minutes. It was a pale pink blob and easily missed due to the presence of daylight. That was a bit of a disappointment not to catch it crossing the horizon since it’s been a very long time since that has happened. But there were other distractions such as a street filled with spooky fig trees and an old historical cemetery which compensated for such minor disappointments.

More moonish musings )
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This serpent is certainly slacking on the squiggling front. There are just too many distractions online and in the mundane muggle world. Worst of all is the weather. There’s been a storm brewing since Thursday or so and it’s made the place all steamy, sticky and disgusting. It caused chaos up north but was well and truly out of steam by the time it got this far south. Been totally troppo the whole time. Way too irritable and brain dead to do anything other than attempt to sleep and only now are things cooling down and returning to normal. The day job wasn’t too bad because they have air conditioning but the long awaited “Less is more” festival on Saturday turned out to be disappointing due to my totally distracted and irritable state. There were a lot of interesting talks and events but it was wasted on this frazzled serpent.

The ma and pa say that’s what you get for being fat and frumpy. Of course hot weather is always worse for fatties especially as it has become so hard to find decent clothes these days. Even stuff that looks like cotton turns out to be some sort of nasty synthetic fabric which is not much better than wearing a big black plastic bag. I always wonder how those women wearing burqas manage in such horrid hot and humid weather. Invariably their male partners are wearing tee shirts, shorts and flip flops. Maybe instead of banning the burqa, western governments should make it compulsory for the more militant Muslim men to wear them as as well.
But even as a flobberworm, I have always loathed such weather. It was one incentive to avoid Kuala Lumpur or Singapore as a stopover on those recent overseas adventures. Of course it’s air conditioning all the way in the airports but getting off the plane and walking the plank one can feel the heaviness of the air almost like it would crush you if given half a chance.
I guess a good half of the world’s human population live in places where such weather is normal for most of the year. I am so so glad not to be one of them. Three months of it is more than enough.

But while it does often get hot and horrid and sticky here, we are reasonably lucky in this part of the world because we very rarely get really bad thunderstorms and most cyclones have well and truly run out of steam by the time they get this far south. No earthquakes or snowstorms either but we do get the odd bushfire.

At least after the equinox, the chances of nice mild crisp and crunchy sunny days will be greatly increased and hopefully I'll be feeling a lot more sparkly and twinkly.
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This serpent is certainly slacking on the squiggling front. There are just too many distractions online and in the mundane muggle world. Worst of all is the weather. There’s been a storm brewing since Thursday or so and it’s made the place all steamy, sticky and disgusting. It caused chaos up north but was well and truly out of steam by the time it got this far south. Been totally troppo the whole time. Way too irritable and brain dead to do anything other than attempt to sleep and only now are things cooling down and returning to normal. The day job wasn’t too bad because they have air conditioning but the long awaited “Less is more” festival on Saturday turned out to be disappointing due to my totally distracted and irritable state. There were a lot of interesting talks and events but it was wasted on this frazzled serpent.

The ma and pa say that’s what you get for being fat and frumpy. Of course hot weather is always worse for fatties especially as it has become so hard to find decent clothes these days. Even stuff that looks like cotton turns out to be some sort of nasty synthetic fabric which is not much better than wearing a big black plastic bag. I always wonder how those women wearing burqas manage in such horrid hot and humid weather. Invariably their male partners are wearing tee shirts, shorts and flip flops. Maybe instead of banning the burqa, western governments should make it compulsory for the more militant Muslim men to wear them as as well.
But even as a flobberworm, I have always loathed such weather. It was one incentive to avoid Kuala Lumpur or Singapore as a stopover on those recent overseas adventures. Of course it’s air conditioning all the way in the airports but getting off the plane and walking the plank one can feel the heaviness of the air almost like it would crush you if given half a chance.
I guess a good half of the world’s human population live in places where such weather is normal for most of the year. I am so so glad not to be one of them. Three months of it is more than enough.

But while it does often get hot and horrid and sticky here, we are reasonably lucky in this part of the world because we very rarely get really bad thunderstorms and most cyclones have well and truly run out of steam by the time they get this far south. No earthquakes or snowstorms either but we do get the odd bushfire.

At least after the equinox, the chances of nice mild crisp and crunchy sunny days will be greatly increased and hopefully I'll be feeling a lot more sparkly and twinkly.
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So it is official. This February has been declared the hottest in Dursleyville since 1910 and the most humid since some time in the sixties. Here's hoping that the same is not in store for March. One consolation is that the shortening hours of daylight means there is more time to cool down on the days we do get those sizzling stinkers.

So the freaky Fringe festival is also over and there's about a week left for the giant yuppie arts festival. Spent so much time on such welcome distractions that stuff like squiggling and assorted online courses have been pretty much neglected.

After several Fridays slacking off, I am now back to my regular schedule of day jobs and stuff. So here is hoping that the new month is a chance to wipe the slate clean, divorce those dementors, clear out the cobwebs and get the old grey cells in working order again. One thing the serpent has learned and confirmed beyond all reasonable doubt is that a lack of squiggling drastically reduces my levels of sanity. It's a tried and tested way to let off steam. Maybe it's time to try other tactics such as walking, cycling or some sort of actual exercise.

There's also been lots of juicy gossip in the big bad world out there. Looks like all the freaks have packed their bags and landed over in Canberra. Question Time in Parliament has been as good as any of the strange circus, bizarre burlesque or crazy cabaret shows that had been on offer here for the last month.

Here's hoping for even more entertainment next week. Maybe the Mad Monk will finally get his marching orders.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
So it is official. This February has been declared the hottest in Dursleyville since 1910 and the most humid since some time in the sixties. Here's hoping that the same is not in store for March. One consolation is that the shortening hours of daylight means there is more time to cool down on the days we do get those sizzling stinkers.

So the freaky Fringe festival is also over and there's about a week left for the giant yuppie arts festival. Spent so much time on such welcome distractions that stuff like squiggling and assorted online courses have been pretty much neglected.

After several Fridays slacking off, I am now back to my regular schedule of day jobs and stuff. So here is hoping that the new month is a chance to wipe the slate clean, divorce those dementors, clear out the cobwebs and get the old grey cells in working order again. One thing the serpent has learned and confirmed beyond all reasonable doubt is that a lack of squiggling drastically reduces my levels of sanity. It's a tried and tested way to let off steam. Maybe it's time to try other tactics such as walking, cycling or some sort of actual exercise.

There's also been lots of juicy gossip in the big bad world out there. Looks like all the freaks have packed their bags and landed over in Canberra. Question Time in Parliament has been as good as any of the strange circus, bizarre burlesque or crazy cabaret shows that had been on offer here for the last month.

Here's hoping for even more entertainment next week. Maybe the Mad Monk will finally get his marching orders.
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Finally looking forward to an evening catching up on all the gossip in Cyberia and sorting out the enormous mess that is the Izzie list of online courses. Had enrolled to do a retake of Cryptography as it should be so much easier second time around especially after learning a smattering of the parseltongue known as Python. There was also the fascinating "Learning how to learn" also on the Coursera list. Did that one recently and did very well but did not have the time to devote to the discussion forums due to other distractions.

The problem was, I had signed up for them way back in November naively thinking that January is an excellent month for online education as it's much too hot to do anything else. That little unexpected detour to Amsterdam for Christmas changed everything.


So first things first. Got to jump ship on two courses and download videos for the others, check emails and finally get around to doing some serious catch up squiggling.

But the weather has other plans. Instead of sunshine, I have returned to endless days of everyday grey. Not the miserable drizzling depressing cold and wet winter days of Amsterdam but big fat sweltering oppressive hot and humid grey clouds. It's like Singapore has suddenly moved south. It's been raining so that should clear up the air but along with the rain there's also been thunder and lightning. It's sizzling and crackling like crazy and it's time to put the Precious to bed, to pull the plug and sit outside with a glass of red to watch the sky go snap, crackle, sizzle and pop.
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
Finally looking forward to an evening catching up on all the gossip in Cyberia and sorting out the enormous mess that is the Izzie list of online courses. Had enrolled to do a retake of Cryptography as it should be so much easier second time around especially after learning a smattering of the parseltongue known as Python. There was also the fascinating "Learning how to learn" also on the Coursera list. Did that one recently and did very well but did not have the time to devote to the discussion forums due to other distractions.

The problem was, I had signed up for them way back in November naively thinking that January is an excellent month for online education as it's much too hot to do anything else. That little unexpected detour to Amsterdam for Christmas changed everything.


So first things first. Got to jump ship on two courses and download videos for the others, check emails and finally get around to doing some serious catch up squiggling.

But the weather has other plans. Instead of sunshine, I have returned to endless days of everyday grey. Not the miserable drizzling depressing cold and wet winter days of Amsterdam but big fat sweltering oppressive hot and humid grey clouds. It's like Singapore has suddenly moved south. It's been raining so that should clear up the air but along with the rain there's also been thunder and lightning. It's sizzling and crackling like crazy and it's time to put the Precious to bed, to pull the plug and sit outside with a glass of red to watch the sky go snap, crackle, sizzle and pop.

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