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simply if simon, comes here... this page always emails me instantly a comment is left.
i may have given xanga wrong, its a n, instead of a & sorry hope to hear from you one day :)
hope its going good again for you in there...
its odd, i miss you lot lots.
rosalind
August 2nd, 2008
calmMay 9th, 2008
February 17th, 2008
January 10th, 2008
Hi everyone, on livejournal its a case of happy new year n all that, so far tho its been a strange start, not sure how its all going to pan out at all...
but hoping!
as usual really.....
mike is bringing emily asimena here for a little while whist her mum is in hospital mon- fri each week until he is sorted out in london or elsewhere and can do things for himself. which of course is what he'd prefer todo, so, i shall just enjoy being grandma for a bit, and grace can enjoy being auntie :)
i keep wondering if i can find a course with funding and do a creative writing phd, or masters, that would be fun.. if it had enough funding perhaps i could give up work, if i could sell a boook,, now that would be the cream on the cake...
but alas new writers and books to publishers, well its everyones pipedream....
grace says poor jk rowling has cancer, and thats why the hp novels have had to come to an end, what a shame, even tho she isnt the very best writer in the world i think she has added to the world of literature, by adding a little magic to lives that were too ordinary.... lately childrens writing has focused on real life, and tho its a facet of soap, and we are all used to that, fed it by tv, from an early age, a taste of something outside the box is most welcome...
i have been trying out helium (the writing site) where they pay you for your articles, and so far have earned 0.04$ which i have donated to an american charity for autisics ... great fun!
but hoping!
as usual really.....
mike is bringing emily asimena here for a little while whist her mum is in hospital mon- fri each week until he is sorted out in london or elsewhere and can do things for himself. which of course is what he'd prefer todo, so, i shall just enjoy being grandma for a bit, and grace can enjoy being auntie :)
i keep wondering if i can find a course with funding and do a creative writing phd, or masters, that would be fun.. if it had enough funding perhaps i could give up work, if i could sell a boook,, now that would be the cream on the cake...
but alas new writers and books to publishers, well its everyones pipedream....
grace says poor jk rowling has cancer, and thats why the hp novels have had to come to an end, what a shame, even tho she isnt the very best writer in the world i think she has added to the world of literature, by adding a little magic to lives that were too ordinary.... lately childrens writing has focused on real life, and tho its a facet of soap, and we are all used to that, fed it by tv, from an early age, a taste of something outside the box is most welcome...
i have been trying out helium (the writing site) where they pay you for your articles, and so far have earned 0.04$ which i have donated to an american charity for autisics ... great fun!
curiousJuly 12th, 2007
strange after that i was trundling thro the internet news site and found out about cows belching and the effect of that on the environment, certainly something to consider.... especially since scientists are now saying that its not the sun... def... greenhouses gases.....
tescos rang to say the shopping would be about fifteen minutes late in arriving, but actually it came on the stroke of the last hour... so it was on time, dreadfully harrassed driver so i gave him my aquired petrol tokens, since i dont drive...
havent written any good poetry or anything much in ages. have been so distracted, given up my ops in #philosophy, which i thought was long overdue, n also the offer of ops in another channel, have decided quietly to go my own way for the next few months, perhaps an irc break is needed... as was a break from blogging a few months ago....
i guess im now really getting old... and everything is changing, or its the end of severn years cycle and i need to recycle insome different soil ... a change is as good as a rest....
sad really, i being old.
tescos rang to say the shopping would be about fifteen minutes late in arriving, but actually it came on the stroke of the last hour... so it was on time, dreadfully harrassed driver so i gave him my aquired petrol tokens, since i dont drive...
havent written any good poetry or anything much in ages. have been so distracted, given up my ops in #philosophy, which i thought was long overdue, n also the offer of ops in another channel, have decided quietly to go my own way for the next few months, perhaps an irc break is needed... as was a break from blogging a few months ago....
i guess im now really getting old... and everything is changing, or its the end of severn years cycle and i need to recycle insome different soil ... a change is as good as a rest....
sad really, i being old.
contemplativeJune 12th, 2007
update,,,
Heres a pic of me...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
anda pic of the landlords house that hes offered me from august...
if its still available...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
a flint house...
and a pics of our new furniture, yep i went strangely mad and bought some...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
don't quite know how we are going to manage this move yet.. or if indeed the house is still available, people are still playing silly sods around here, and i can't wait to get away from it all.
The doc says we can't go on meeting like this each month, have lost so much weight she feels i could stop with the pills n hopefully continue alone.. shame really , the monthly visits keep me moving on it...
Heres a pic of me...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
anda pic of the landlords house that hes offered me from august...
if its still available...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
a flint house...
and a pics of our new furniture, yep i went strangely mad and bought some...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v213/z
don't quite know how we are going to manage this move yet.. or if indeed the house is still available, people are still playing silly sods around here, and i can't wait to get away from it all.
The doc says we can't go on meeting like this each month, have lost so much weight she feels i could stop with the pills n hopefully continue alone.. shame really , the monthly visits keep me moving on it...
confusedMay 7th, 2007
for some reason i cant sleep tonight, its now nearly 3am and im still here... i must be mad...
i even submitted poetry to some strangers on the net...
not even good poetry ..either....
awakeApril 20th, 2007
hi all, hope everyone is okay ... :)
not sure i am today, took a video of me with audio, muttering on, lol but i cant find anyway to post it on here...
not sure i am today, took a video of me with audio, muttering on, lol but i cant find anyway to post it on here...
apatheticFebruary 18th, 2007
December 24th, 2006
someone sent me this link, unfortunately my speakers/earphones arent working so cant hear the song, any comments welcome :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5vQgKRm
perhaps someone will send me some new ones for xmas :)
merry xmas all :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5vQgKRm
perhaps someone will send me some new ones for xmas :)
merry xmas all :)
November 27th, 2006
and i got it counted and verified today, too, so i'm officially a winner. yippee, again.. lol
the thing isnt finished yet though as i'm now involved in tightening up the details that happened - that took over twok words to do whilst i waited on more, happennings to happen, and its still happening so.. i expect there will be more to write about..
so there you go, marvoulous stuff real life events..,,,
the thing isnt finished yet though as i'm now involved in tightening up the details that happened - that took over twok words to do whilst i waited on more, happennings to happen, and its still happening so.. i expect there will be more to write about..
so there you go, marvoulous stuff real life events..,,,
November 20th, 2006
actually have updated on xanga.. so if you want a look see please feel welcome to visit.
http://www.xanga.com/Hip_n_Hop and use the link to website to return here.. thanks.
http://www.xanga.com/Hip_n_Hop and use the link to website to return here.. thanks.
September 5th, 2006
Vincent's snap with Hubble.
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starry starry eye.
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maisie.
July 28th, 2006
this an artists impression of the planned pyramid extentsion to the tate modern.. not sure I like it, makes me feel queasy from here.... and i'm a long way from the tate...
following yesterdays trip in which we posted the application in to a door (and then i emailed them later to make sure they got it,) to Norwich with Kid and pal, im exhausted, rang in sick earlier not something i do very often. Even when I'm sick i think better of it. But today i am completely mown down by events.
Still no definate news of Sammy, the police found the boy last seen with him a few weeks backs (lives top floor flat a few doors away) but he claims he 'put him down outside... ' I dont think either the police or I believe that and so they keep on going back to them. We walked around the bottom of the flat yesterday and i told kid and pal who it was, and i said they were 'cat stealing bas***ds', So i was gossiped about outside local shop later cos apparently they keep kids up there too... i wonder if they are stolen as well?
Have changed the poster in the window so that it now shows kid playing with cat... and other smaller pics, says 'Child's Pet - Reward Offered' in larger letters... Just to make the point that there is another child involved, one who isnt being brought up by cat stealing Bast**ds....... As you can see i'm totally unrepentant - since if they have him trapped up there, after two months and more there is no intention of giving him back... So i intend to make their lives more interesting if I ever come across them 'Cat Stealing Bast**ds outside......
and when i do, i have no intention of leaving any letters out....!
July 25th, 2006
well i got an email containing the ref.. by r.m. today, not sure what i make of it, lol...
apart from that life is very warm.. we went off cycling today up to the local out of town tescos, cos ya know she had absolutely no clothes to wear, weep weep... etc..
later after she got some new ones she managed to liberate her wardrobe from five bags off terribly used up clothes and a couple of bags of clothes that she hadnt worn, cos they didnt fit properly...
i ask you! kids!
apart from that life is very warm.. we went off cycling today up to the local out of town tescos, cos ya know she had absolutely no clothes to wear, weep weep... etc..
later after she got some new ones she managed to liberate her wardrobe from five bags off terribly used up clothes and a couple of bags of clothes that she hadnt worn, cos they didnt fit properly...
i ask you! kids!
frustratedJuly 11th, 2006
"the whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois." Gustave Flaubert (sent by an ex #philosophy addict.)
i have a short story accepted for publication later this month, or next. which is good news. However the novel was knocked back again. Not sure what to do with it next. Now.
Joined another critique group here on lj, seems full of promise, so maybe its a plus, might jolt me back into writing since i have fallen so far into the pit of despond recently, seemms without cat, cant write.
i have a short story accepted for publication later this month, or next. which is good news. However the novel was knocked back again. Not sure what to do with it next. Now.
Joined another critique group here on lj, seems full of promise, so maybe its a plus, might jolt me back into writing since i have fallen so far into the pit of despond recently, seemms without cat, cant write.
June 24th, 2006
Refuge
I.
Wretched, wretched man he took away my reason,
took away my heart. Left me broke and beaten,
at the front door of a refuge with a social worker,
to count the seconds till the doors opened.
.
Later inside the staff like terriers tore:
devoured my story with relish, peppered
the memory - till I cried, small, disenchanted
for the song that sang inside.
.
The other women once discovered, wore no marks,
had no sorry tale to tell, seemed without pity
as they relaxed, a harem, in a nunnery. They plotted:
the downfall of man. Enticed with talk of money
.
and tales of how a woman could get even. How I should
take aim, and become a massager at the local sex club,
take money for what once would have been given.
All so diametric to my inmost heart.
II
.
My children made use of the nursery
and the window watcher I had become,
saw cherryblossom, float down to the sandpit
a miasma of toxocariasis: under a oak.
Anger strips the trees, worms burrow up,
Its not fine and dandy, Father sits sentinal
in the tree, stays still to shoot Mummy.
The staff watch too - with us.
.
Fascinated as the drama unfolds,
a snapshot of life, textbook, as was
before, and will always be.
Headmaster refuses to take children.
.
"Unknown qualities, and the Mother
is incommodious enough to faint -
insensible to the needs of other parents."
He storms, and someone offers a lift.
.
Forcibly, and its not allowed
to say where one lives, its a secret
that the refuge is opposite the place
where geese gather: and the tree oblivates.
.
The kindness makes me weep. The staff:
invite me to explain, I am a child again.
The priest calls, he's been told: What?
"Come to our Easter service, please?"
.
We flinch unsure. A new inmate:
footballers wife, zapped, two boys: her badges -
two black eyes, he sighs out easter eggs. Wrecked
marriages for the masses, our chaos churns
.
in backdoor trots. Anger:
personal - impervious,
me and yet not me.
The sky is too high for me to touch.
.
maisie. 2006.
I.
Wretched, wretched man he took away my reason,
took away my heart. Left me broke and beaten,
at the front door of a refuge with a social worker,
to count the seconds till the doors opened.
.
Later inside the staff like terriers tore:
devoured my story with relish, peppered
the memory - till I cried, small, disenchanted
for the song that sang inside.
.
The other women once discovered, wore no marks,
had no sorry tale to tell, seemed without pity
as they relaxed, a harem, in a nunnery. They plotted:
the downfall of man. Enticed with talk of money
.
and tales of how a woman could get even. How I should
take aim, and become a massager at the local sex club,
take money for what once would have been given.
All so diametric to my inmost heart.
II
.
My children made use of the nursery
and the window watcher I had become,
saw cherryblossom, float down to the sandpit
a miasma of toxocariasis: under a oak.
Anger strips the trees, worms burrow up,
Its not fine and dandy, Father sits sentinal
in the tree, stays still to shoot Mummy.
The staff watch too - with us.
.
Fascinated as the drama unfolds,
a snapshot of life, textbook, as was
before, and will always be.
Headmaster refuses to take children.
.
"Unknown qualities, and the Mother
is incommodious enough to faint -
insensible to the needs of other parents."
He storms, and someone offers a lift.
.
Forcibly, and its not allowed
to say where one lives, its a secret
that the refuge is opposite the place
where geese gather: and the tree oblivates.
.
The kindness makes me weep. The staff:
invite me to explain, I am a child again.
The priest calls, he's been told: What?
"Come to our Easter service, please?"
.
We flinch unsure. A new inmate:
footballers wife, zapped, two boys: her badges -
two black eyes, he sighs out easter eggs. Wrecked
marriages for the masses, our chaos churns
.
in backdoor trots. Anger:
personal - impervious,
me and yet not me.
The sky is too high for me to touch.
.
maisie. 2006.
blahJune 5th, 2006
try
http://www.abctales.com/forum/2006/05/3
think that will work, i have taken the poems .. both the original and the rewrite off line now..lol.. But its kinda nice of them to say so much about me....
Sammy still isnt back but they may be developments i have my fingers crossed, apparently someone threatened someone else outside my house two nites back, said they were fed up of it all, i have this thing where i go out and calll him, and so does G every day, and i pick up the other cat and say loudly, "you cant go out, these rotten sods will only pinch you too".......
and the neighbors were trying to convince somwone into giving something back.. he tried to say i was cruel... etc. but they werent having any of it..
Im just trying to wait it out. So far no joy tho.
http://www.abctales.com/forum/2006/05/3
think that will work, i have taken the poems .. both the original and the rewrite off line now..lol.. But its kinda nice of them to say so much about me....
Sammy still isnt back but they may be developments i have my fingers crossed, apparently someone threatened someone else outside my house two nites back, said they were fed up of it all, i have this thing where i go out and calll him, and so does G every day, and i pick up the other cat and say loudly, "you cant go out, these rotten sods will only pinch you too".......
and the neighbors were trying to convince somwone into giving something back.. he tried to say i was cruel... etc. but they werent having any of it..
Im just trying to wait it out. So far no joy tho.
May 16th, 2006
poor sammy has gone again, first we thought he had wandered but it appears now he may have been stolen..
the police think its an organised gang grabbing pets for the fur trade, but since I overheard some strange comments from our portugeese neighbours two doors down i'm convinced they are holding him in their home.
the police went round and i went round, but to no avail, no sammy...
i cantsleep anymore its past three and i keep going tobed and getting up, angry i want so much to murder someone.. how dare they take a member of my family......
the police think its an organised gang grabbing pets for the fur trade, but since I overheard some strange comments from our portugeese neighbours two doors down i'm convinced they are holding him in their home.
the police went round and i went round, but to no avail, no sammy...
i cantsleep anymore its past three and i keep going tobed and getting up, angry i want so much to murder someone.. how dare they take a member of my family......
May 4th, 2006
Here's a quick poem
Every picture tells a story,
or so I was told, long ago.
.
But every image is a mystery -
what it is. I do not know.
.
It's Art, they say in hushed voices,
and tap the brochure on the glass.
.
And not one of them notices,
When the Mona-Lisa laughs.
Every picture tells a story,
or so I was told, long ago.
.
But every image is a mystery -
what it is. I do not know.
.
It's Art, they say in hushed voices,
and tap the brochure on the glass.
.
And not one of them notices,
When the Mona-Lisa laughs.
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