Lyric of the Day: In the waiting line – Zero 7

Do you believe
In what you see?
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real.

Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me

Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Every day
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

And I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And I’ll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

The Peacock and the Chickens

Here’s a video I made of the mating and courtship ritual and display of the Brockwood peacock. He spends a lot of time with the hens. Unfortunately they are not peahens but chicken hens, so they are not very interested, despite his best efforts. And his best efforts really are spectacular, with his huge feather display, the shaking and the lunging. He’s almost as impressive viewed from the back. This palaver carries on for more than twenty minutes at a time. Some peahens came over a few weeks ago from a farm half a mile away but they didn’t stick around. Maybe he got lucky that time…

Here’s how it’s supposed to go:

Desiderata – 1927 Poem

The advice: “Wear sunscreen”, seemed very suitable for today. I thought it was from a Baz Luhrmann record. Turns out he did the video and some of the music, while Lee Perry, a voice actor read an essay published in the Chicago Tribune: “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young”, written by Mary Schmich. They tagged “Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’99” to the beginning so it sounded like a college lecture.

Reading about this, I came upon a poem called Desiderata by Max Ehrmann:

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Alton Archers Beginners Course

This morning was the first of three sessions on the archery beginners course. We had a hot and sunny morning for it, at the recreation ground in Four Marks. After registration there was a brief introduction, to about 25 of us, explaining safety and equipment. Then we got shooting. We had already tried our bows (correct pull weight and length) on Tuesday evening, so we could get straight into it. Each of the four targets had groups of 6, with two instructors. First we shot without sights then after a break and a further presentation, with sights. It took me two rounds without the sight before I was hitting golds. Then the same with the sights, two rounds of adjustments to find my aim then hitting golds and one complete miss. Miss the target and the arrow embeds itself in the turf. They use metal detectors to find them sometimes. The three hours went by quickly. The tuition was good, with today being about stance and technique rather than accuracy. Of course most of us were more concerned with how near the gold we got. The youngest on the course must have been about 8, the oldest in their sixties. And the treasurer, sat on his portable seat, in his eighties. The part which fascinates me is that moment of letting go, which seems beyond thinking and even time, just an inward ‘now’. More next Saturday.

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In the field with the ewes and lambs

I’m in the field with the sheep; ewes and lambs. Each mother has two babies, a week or two old I’m guessing. My arrival is met with stares, curious from the lambs and glaring from the mums. I sit under a tree, the presence of a human something to be kept an eye on, but only for a few seconds before the chomping continues. After a few minutes a little panic kicks in and the young who aren’t with their mum bleat and bleat. And run when the bleating is answered.

We are all in the shade on this hot April morning. The adults are breathing quite hard under their thick wool.

Later, the shepherd arrives on a quad bike. I nod and hold up my camera to give him a reason why I’m here. He nods back as he rides past. The scene is disturbed. The mothers all stand up and the lambs draw near and butt the udders for comforting milk. Later, when the shepherd has moved to another field the milk is denied, instead stepping forward to wean the young onto grass.

After a while, all is calm again. The ewes lie down and the lambs continue their hesitant exploration. Some of them dig a little, scratching the dry soil, smelling things. Some climb on fallen branches, others just loll about or snooze. But it’s the skittish jumps I delight in, that energy firing into their legs, skipping them into the air and leaping them about. On a hot day there’s not too much of that, or maybe they are not quite the right age.

Each lamb has a number sprayed on its back, matching that of the ewe. Each has a tight band around its tail about half way down. One day the end will drop off. One day the males will be slaughtered. One day some of the females will become the concerned mothers.

It’s sad bad news about the fish

More than 40 species of marine fish currently found in the Mediterranean could disappear in the next few years. According to a study for the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species™ on the status of marine fish in the Mediterranean Sea, almost half of the species of sharks and rays (cartilaginous fish) and at least 12 species of bony fish are threatened with extinction due to overfishing, marine habitat degradation and pollution.

Commercial species like Bluefin Tuna (Thunnus thynnus), Dusky Grouper (Epinephelus marginatus), Sea Bass (Dicentrarchus labrax) or Hake (Merluccius merluccius) are considered threatened or Near Threatened with extinction at the regional level mainly due to overfishing.

“The Mediterranean and Eastern Atlantic population of the Atlantic Bluefin Tuna (Thunnus thynnus) is of particular concern. There has been an estimated 50% decline in this species’ reproduction potential over the past 40 years due to intensive overfishing,” says Kent Carpenter, IUCN Global Marine Species Assessment Coordinator. “The lack of compliance with current quotas combined with widespread underreporting of the catch may have undermined conservation efforts for this species in the Mediterranean.”

The use of fishing gear, such as fishing lines, gill or trawling nets, and the illegal use of driftnets means that hundreds of marine animals with no commercial value are captured, threatening populations of many species of sharks, rays and other fish, as well as other marine animals including dolphins, whales, turtles and birds.

“The use of trawling nets is one of the main problems for conservation and sustainability of many marine species,” says Maria del Mar Otero, IUCN-Med Marine Programme Officer. “Because it is not a selective technique, it captures not only the target fish but also a high number of other species while also destroying the sea bottom, where many fish live, reproduce and feed.”

via IUCN – Home.

Woodland Glade Secret Meeting

Deep in the Ancient Forest, a spring ritual is taking place. These magic beings commune without words

The Magic Beings Commune Without Words

The White Bunny fills the basket with ideas

Where they are blended to perfection

The Content of the Basket Pot Remains A Mystery To All But One Bunny

Let the silent chanting commence!

Let The Silent Chanting Commence

Teddy enters into a trance

It's All Too Much For Teddy

The order of the universe – and beyond! – is restored

The Order Of The Universe, And Beyond, Is Restored, Thanks To The Magic Circle

A joyous gnome levitates to bring you this photo

Pink for boys, blue for girls

Boys and girls used to wear white dresses (yes, even the boys) until age six or seven when they got their first hair cut. Then…

The march toward gender-specific clothes was neither linear nor rapid. Pink and blue arrived, along with other pastels, as colors for babies in the mid-19th century, yet the two colors were not promoted as gender signifiers until just before World War I—and even then, it took time for popular culture to sort things out.

For example, a Ladies’ Home Journal article in June 1918 said, “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.” Other sources said blue was flattering for blonds, pink for brunettes; or blue was for blue-eyed babies, pink for brown-eyed babies, according to Paoletti.

In 1927, Time magazine printed a chart showing sex-appropriate colors for girls and boys according to leading U.S. stores. In Boston, Filene’s told parents to dress boys in pink. So did Best Co. in New York City, Halle’s in Cleveland and Marshall Field in Chicago.

Today’s color dictate wasn’t established until the 1940s, as a result of Americans’ preferences as interpreted by manufacturers and retailers. “It could have gone the other way,” Paoletti says.

So the baby boomers were raised in gender-specific clothing. Boys dressed like their fathers, girls like their mothers. Girls had to wear dresses to school, though unadorned styles and tomboy play clothes were acceptable.

via When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink? | Arts & Culture | Smithsonian Magazine.

Your Body

300 joints.
700 major muscles.
Unknown amount of minor and link muscles.
A nervous system stretching from London to Bombay.
62,000 miles of arteries, veins and capillaries.
Lungs the size of a tennis court.
A heat pumping 5 litres of blood every minute.

Lyric of the Day: Ask – The Smiths

My Lyric of the Day posts are usually chosen by a lyric that’s in my head when I wake up, or by particularly relevant line or two, like yesterday’s yellow moon on the rise, or today’s spending warm summer days indoors. (Although it is still spring; in my mind the lyric was warm sunny days…)  So many good lines in this song. I just read a funny forum where people are saying: those lyrics are wrong, it should be the bond that will bring us together. Fortunately it is asserted that bomb is correct. Then someone says: no, it’s bong.

I enjoyed this live version. Apparently the audio is dubbed on from the Rank live recording.

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?

Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you’d like to

So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?

Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together

Nature is a language – can’t you read ?
Nature is a language – can’t you read ?

So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together

If it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb
Then it’s the bomb
That will bring us together

So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Lyric of the Day: Yellow Moon on the Rise – Neil Young

Yellow moon rising tonight, the night before it’s full:

There is a town in north Ontario
With dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes

Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now
The chains are locked and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes

Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless

Scrap Book: Tunnel Visions

Five years ago, April 2006, we were regularly heading to Croyde Bay to surf. Francisco, Trevor and I had just bought identical sized mini mals from Tunnel Vision in Newquay. Doug had his new bodyboards. Things change and we haven’t been to Croyde in a long while, and none of us have these boards any more. Trevor is back in the UK having been in Australia a few years, Francisco is in California and Doug is probably moving on in the summer. I was surprised to hear you can surf in Italy. Croyde was never really good for us, usually huge walls of white. It was only when we headed round to Putsborough that our surfing picked up. There’s talk today of a reunion session next month…