Shock of cold

Instead of drifting by my window in red and gold, these leaves all fell off at once, green, as if stunned by the cold.


Physallis - Chrysalis

et Wabi


The lantern at this stage looks as if it is made of leaf. 


This is a picture of Billy about to play in his death metal band. I wonder if he realises he looks like a coalminer. At play, he looks like his grandfather at work.

"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
T. S. Eliot

Acres - âpre

I was watching a British film dubbed in French when the main actress was talking about vast areas of land and said "âcres". It sounded very wrong. Why didn't they use "hectares"?

Acres sounded like âcre = pungent or bitter, reminding me of âpre, which can also mean bitter.

I don't want my blog to disappear, but I feel incapable of anything but a token post from time to time to remind myself it's there. I think of it affectionately, especially the fact that it will all someday just disappear into thin air. So will all the notebooks I filled before the computer took over, but because they have a physical presence, they seem somehow less ephemeral. Someone will have to physically destroy them. No need for that with the blog.


Through a wall, lightly

No more wallflowers - this wall has been fixed. 

I wonder if the clown knows?

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror (New International Version)
What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror (Good News Bible)


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In the Guardian, today:
"German chancellor says current high unemployment in Europe is price of competitiveness"…

And I think to myself but what is the point in being competitive if it means millions of people are living in despair and misery?

Wouldn't we all just be better off now if the system collapsed?

Never really thought of myself as an anarchist before but I'm not happy about the way the world is being run anymore.  

In any case, to quote the late George Burns, "Acting is all about sincerity. If you can fake that, you've got it made …'
Michael Simpkins

a page of one of my sister's many sketchbooks.

 S-words are mightier than Le Pen

It’s very pleasant        c’est très agréable
To suddenly see a connection de reconnaitre subitment une connexion
You didn’t see before qu’on ne voyait pas auparavant

A word I had great difficulty translating always have done

And today I noticed that I had been completely blacking out the possibility of using the first sense of the word, and so had not even contemplated it, it didn’t even occur to me, when I saw « s’inscire » my mind went « oh non, how am I going to translate it this time ? ». Then this morning, I saw it, and the first sense, which includes two of the same consonants, came to me, as if for the first time and the experience conjured up an ambiance of TS Eliot… and the word syllabus.