The Blog Queue...And 3 Things

It's getting too long and as many of you have heard me complain, I may have to blog twice a day until I catch up.

So article 1: Randis of Motime has urged me to take this quiz.
Here are my answers:

3 Things

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:

* Liv, Livvy, Livvy-lou
* Meli
* O

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:

* Androula
* Melissan
* Artmeliana

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: (What, I only get three???)

* Greek
* East Indian & something else
* Icelandic & French

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:

* All North American insects
* The end of any good thing
* Eye closeups in horrible movies

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:

* Tea
* Contact with my favourite people
* A good read (of book and blog)

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:

* My lifelong gold bracelet (they might have to cut it off soon)
* The crazy red, pink, yellow and white socks I got in a fashion show goodie bag
* My laptop

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:

* I'm not creative enough to answer this question
* My friends love me way too much
* I am the Empress of Blogopia

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
(ooh, everything!)

* Nice hands and forearms
* Nose, eyes and mouth
* The laugh and voice

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:

* Forget something that's on my mind
* Remember something I've forgotten
* Eat peas

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:

* Writing (on blog or on paper)
* Reading
* Travelling

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:

* Have ALL my friends together in one room
* Get a JOB
* Play some Beethoven on the piano...or go driving in the country

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:

* Florence
* Greece
* Prague

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:

* Get something published
* Get back on a horse
* Learn to fly a plane

THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A WOMAN:

* I appreciate a really cute baby.
* I want to cook when I am happy.
* I have cleaning sprees.
(Shut up, I CAN read a map!)

THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:

* I adore pretty things
* I stick my little finger out
* I secretly like the colour pink

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ: (all of you if possible)

* Jia Li (she's home ill and has the time)
* Steliano (except he's on holiday)
* Vanessa (even though she doesn't have a blog)

If any of you know me better than I know myself, do tell...!

Roll out the red carpet...

...Jason is making his debut!

And here is the little introduction he made in my last post:


Hey Everyone,
My name is Jason and I'm Olivia's and Vanessa's friend from college (in Houston). Livy, Sorry it has taken me so long to get registered to comment. I've been reading your dispatches, though, I promise. It looks like you have a good group of friends online. I like Steliano's and Jia Li's pictures. I've checked out their blogs, and Rebecca's too. I look forward to reading more. See you later!

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So here are the commenters and bloggers I know in real life:

Vanessa, left, & Jason, 3rd from left - since 1999 at St Thomas

Jia Li (Michelle) - since 1999 in Canada

and Rebecca - since 2002 at Christie's

~Welcome one and all to my Blogopia~

Post-Poetical Vapidness

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This is my little owl, like Athena's

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It's been ages since I babbled about the house and it's "guests"...


CLOGS (Japanese Banker)
If you enter the kitchen and every surface including the floor is sopping wet, you know Clogs has been in there. I think he throws water around for fun.

He still lives in the room above, but lately he's been less Cloggy than usual - he no longer threatens to stomp through the ceiling in the mornings. Yippee!

A few weeks ago, his new wife who is a concert pianist, moved over here from Japan; she arrived alone at the front door with two large suitcases.
She stayed a few days in the house before moving to a flatshare with a piano. He saw her off at the gate and she took her bags away alone, just the way she came.
If I were a husband, I would want to carry her bags and see her properly settled in, etc!

UNNAMED
We have a new-ish guest but I have not yet mentioned her. About 10 minutes ago, she went down the stairs and out the front door. I know this because I could smell her go, it's like drowning in lavender and baby powder - through two doors
Should I call her Pong? Whiffy?

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Over the past year, I have come to the conclusion that the Brits have forgotten how to make phone calls. This is a text-happy nation and one day we will all have larger thumbs.

Upside: Texts can be answered at your own pace; phone calls are immediate and sometimes untimely. Plus, I don't want to seem pushy.
BUT a welcome conversation makes a better personal connection than a few brief words on a little screen. There is a time for texting and a time for talking.

So, considering the dearth of conversation and the abundance of short texts, has communication evolved or regressed? What are your thoughts?

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Sorry, that wasn't quite as vapid as it should have been.
Try this Free Typing Speed Test

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Distinctly non-vapid stuff about God and the Universe which I think is a bit of a masterpiece even if I don't necessarily agree: JP thinks he's not making sense

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A bit more like it: Not long from now, I will match Steliano's post about his room

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Freeflow 1

A
new
tree
growing
proud and
tall, anchored
firmly in the forest
by
its
roots

Bubble__________delicate__________dancing__________rainbow
skyward_________summer_________afternoon_________Fairy Toy

This heart
is the symbol
of love. Red
and big, it will
always say
I love
you

River
noisy, free
flows, tumbles, twists
exciting, frightening, energetic, exhilarating
Ribbon

The hand
big or small
gives and takes
Always
The hand

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Olivia Klonaris 1989

Mission Statements

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I always mean what I say
Sometimes I want to speak but don't
Often I think of a response later
Usually think more than I speak

I am patience
But not on a monument
It's copious
Not infinite

My middle name is Loyalty
My motto: "Once a friend, always a friend."
I will be here for you
Whether you like it or not

I'll get back to you as soon as possible
I know what it's like to feel forgotten
It's not nice
I put myself in your shoes

I've given so much of myself to others
I am learning to receive
It's a slow process
But I could get used to it

Practice makes perfect
I can be taken by surprise
Surprises are good
Just need to get used to them

I am sensitive
Sensuous (look it up...)
Flowing deeply
And slightly mysteriously

Too honest for my own good
But it's the best policy
What you see is (not) what you get
Scratch the surface again

I have unplumbed depths
You will find me
You just have to persevere
Discover my world

I am poetic in flashes
It comes as a feeling
Rarely reaches words
Until now

Olivia Klonaris 2005

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Romeo e Giulietta

Oh! Serpent-hearted with a flowery face!

---What Juliet exclaimed when she heard Romeo had shed Tybalt's blood.

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The original film with Olivia Hussey is on BBC2 at the moment. It just happened to stand out for me, in the midst of my job apps. Like yesterday, 4 before lunchtime. So, 8 in two days. That's a record for me. And I have discovered that my typing speed is between 68 and 74 words per minute.

Last night I waxed lyrical --- it's been many years since I last wrote a poem! I ought to share some of my old ones with you, too. If I can find the notebook.

15th Century Verona: rampaging fathers, hysterical mothers, stubborn nurses, wayward daughters, hot-blooded cousins and tempting lovers.

Your Photos are Ready!

I've finally uploaded all my pictures from Glasgow, York, and a day out at the V&A and in Richmond-upon-Thames.

Unfortunately, I didn't take any of them as I forgot my film camera but I think my Dad did a good job with his digital. The York pics are from my mother's digital camera, and I did take many of those.

Glasgow is Scotland's principal town on the western side. Though it's only 45 minutes by train from Edinburgh, the Scottish capital, the accents are completely different. Glaswegians are nearly unintelligible; Edinburghians have a gentler accent. Glasgow has been a respected seat of learning since 1451; nevertheless, it joined the industrial revolution in the 18th and 19th centuries, only undergoing gentrification within the past generation. Today it is a very tidy city.

York is a couple of hours south of Scotland in the county of Yorkshire. Over a thousand years ago, the Vikings who lived there called it Yorvik. Unlike many of the industrial or mining northern towns, York is home to England's second largest Cathedral and therefore has retained its charming medieval atmosphere. They say, becoming the Bishop of York is only one step down from making it to Archbishop of Canterbury (Head of the Church of England and by extension the worldwide Anglican communion).

I've already blogged about these places, that was just a review.

If you've read any of my blogs, you know a bit about the V&A (Victoria & Albert) Museum, founded by Her Majesty from a conglomeration of different collections and institutions. The place is a veritable labyrinth of treasures.

Richmond-upon-Thames is in the desirable county of Surrey while still being an outer borough of London. When I was born, we lived not too far from there, though a little deeper into Surrey, in another nice town called Kingston-upon-Thames. The spirits of Henry VIII and his daughter Elizabeth I hang strongly about this area because Hampton Court Palace is nearby and Richmond used to be the site of an eponymous Palace. Henry often travelled on the Thames in a splendid barge.

And now, to see the pictures, click here.

Oh, dash it...!

...As Bertie Wooster would say.

I'm cold. I'm in a huff. I'm tired of looking for a job. "I want one, and I want it NOW!"

And after all my walking this weekend, I am chomping at the bit at having to sit and do typing today. So I'm taking a break to ... um ... type this blog.

And enough of, "I read your CV with interest, but am afraid I won't be taking your application forward at this time."
Plus, cover letters are so cheesy. I'm selling myself and suffering rejection and subsequent disillusion!

They won't know if they like me unless they invite me for an interview. Everyone I've ever worked for didn't want me to leave, but you can't put that on a CV or a cover letter or a civil application.

And now forgive me for complaining; it's not something I like to do to you ;)

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So would you like to hear about my weekend?

We did lots of walking and eating out. Italian, Thai, Chinese, Indian, French. Mum enjoys eating out with me and it's more fun than using the kitchen and taking all the food up to my room.

Friday we went to the O2 Centre on Finchley Road to see Madagascar - it was hilarious! Lots of laughter, lots of allusions that people in double digits would get. (Even American Beauty.)
But the best part was the seawater-spitting scene that had me laughing so hard I cried. And that pompous lemur, King Adrien and his "I like to party-party!" theme.
I say YUM YUM to Cumin, the cool new Indian bistro at the O2.

On Saturday, from SJW through Regent's Park, to Harley Street, to Marylebone, to Regent Street, to Piccadilly Circus, and then home from Abbey Road, we walked 6 miles. That's what my pedometer said.

Sunday was a dratted off-day for me. One cannot feel happy all the time.
Mum and I lounged about feeling lost, doing laundry and ironing. We ventured into the rain to find lunch. The cricket was cancelled so lots of Aussies roamed the soggy streets looking for something to do, until the sun came out and play resumed. Then they won, and flooded the pubs. I have never heard so much noise in St John's Wood. Certainly not with all the English cricket earlier this year ;)

Time for me to return to the job listings...

Bits n Pieces

I just cannot talk about this new situation in London. They shall not break us.

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I'm not trying to flood the place with new patrons, but you really ought to drop in to The Townhouse on the tres chic Beauchamp Place in Knightsbridge. I dragged Delightful out there on Wednesday evening for a relaxing drink.
Dark panelling, lots of candles, dark leather seating with big chenille cushions, footrests, cool music. Very chilled and unpretentious, despite the Molton Brown products in the bathroom ;) (Thinking British Airways Business Class here...)

I had an old favourite, the mojito but doubtless NEXT time I'll be adventurous.
Delightful had a Ruby Tuesday which came in a martini glass and had, if I can remember correctly, delicious overtones of cranberry and watermelon. His second choice was a Monkey Scrumble, just because of the name. It was half red, half yellow and all I can remember was the whiskey in it.

We went to the Touch Me exhibition late opening at the V&A. Two days later and I still don't know how to describe it fully. Although some of the exhibits don't work - that's the risk you take with interactive displays - it is worth a visit. All sorts of intuitive (or frustratingly not so) technology, gimmicky gadgets, cutting-edge ideas. Highlights that stand out: Stroking your partner's real hand while looking at a plaster cast becomes slightly surreal. Playing Pac Man with no shoes on as one person controls the up and down arrows and the other the right and left, dancing on a big felt pad. "Huh?" you say. Just have to be there.

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Yesterday, my little mother and I explored nearly every street in Soho. She was flabbergasted at seeing lone women, families and tourists eating and walking around there after 5pm. It has changed a lot in 30 years.
We went to a Chez Gerard Fish Bar (?) and ate a selection of starters. Crispy whitebait, calamari (the best), Coquille St-Jacques, mesclun salad, pommes frites, accompanied by the strongest white wine I've had so far. I like a good mezze.

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Ooh, the special homemade card that Jia Li and Steliano have been discussing finally arrived in the post yesterday, accompanied by cute notes! It made my day!

Over an image of her reclining on the grass, Jia Li superimposed the words:
Livvy Bear,

How could I upstage your birthday card?

By creating my own thank you note and sharing a perfect Changchun moment with you.

I am here on South lake with a fellow teacher, it is a hot and lazy day. Perfect for watching young lovers walking in the shade holding hands and watching dragon flies glide past.

Enjoy your day, and thanks for being such a perfect friend!

Then she signed her name in Chinese. Thanks Jia Li Nut!
(For those of you who don't know, Jia Li is Michelle, a Canadian who taught English in China.)

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[N.B. ad J.G. I do have a dark side and I ought to be allowed to put my hands on my hips...unless you have a better idea?]

Blogging

I've been thinking about the blogging demographic.

I first learned about it from a 20Sixer in my personal acquaintance. Being of an independent bent, rather than pitching my tent on 20Six, I did a bit of research and found that Blogger would suit me best. Technically, I've been blogging for years. I've kept a diary for nearly 20 years, but a few years ago, long before I knew what blogging was I began to write my real thoughts down and call it spouting.

In my blog trawlings and gap-bridging, I've noticed that each blogsite attracts different sorts of people.

Blogger:
Intellectual, semi-poetic, somewhat academic, cultured and eclectic deep thinkers thirsting for a broad knowledge of the world. A sense of fun and gentle camaraderie pervades the welcoming atmosphere. Small but loyal followings complete the sense of community.

20Six:
Serial bloggers who post lots of spur-of-the-moment digital pictures to illustrate random points, create witty webcomics, and crack you up with one-liner posts with the odd smattering of surrealism. The huge fan bases tend to meet up in pubs from time to time.

Motime:
The truly moody, poetic, philosophical types hide out here. They write profusely when inspired or conflicted, support each other during tough existential lows, and often read like a caffeinated creative writing conference. And they ALL talk about the moon.

Xanga & Livejournal:
Not sure, as I only know two people there, and they're siblings. Both faaabulously bonkers.

Legal Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this post are those of the author, who intends no offense to any party who reads aforementioned post.

This is what they say

When your palm itches, you will receive money.
When I jiggle my leg, a Japanese friend tells me I won't get any money.
(The latter occurs more often than the former.)

When your ears burn, someone's talking about you.
When my ears burn, it's because I'm drinking red wine.
(The former occurs more often than the latter.)

So what does it mean when...

A moth goes down the back of your blouse?

An Untitled Post

Help! What has happened to me? I'm watching one of my favourite movies, Little Women, and again I've hit that brick wall of Cyn.....(you know).

He gives Jo an orange and their fingers meet and we think on her behalf, "Oh my gosh I touched his THUMB!"
Such a Victorian moment. I had one once. Remember the scene in Age of Innocence when Daniel Day-Lewis is dreaming of unbuttoning Michelle Pfeiffer's glove? That was it exactly, I was even wearing gloves.

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Anyway that was not my point for writing today.

Hey, there has been a blue Rolls Royce parked outside my window aaallll week. No one has been near it. Do you think I should move in and declare squatter's rights on it???

Sorry! That was another tangent.

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I had such a nice day out! After two of my weekend plans fell through, I had to think of something, so I went to drool over Queen Maud's dress collection. (She was the granddaughter of Queen Victoria, and daughter of the fashionable Alexandra, Princess of Wales. She married Prince Carl of Norway, second in line to the throne who became King Haakon.)

From 1896 to 1938, she did not change dress size and had the most adorable waist. We're the same size! I want her dresses, her riding habits, her tea gowns...! They are exquisite.

Clicking on the picture will take you to a little slideshow.

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In the spirit of this post I will end with an email my former French teacher sent me:

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy to pick up...
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked.

Now men...men are like a fine wine.
They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

...I wonder if Maud ever had to stomp on Haakon ;)

Mixed Bag [Addendum]

Uh-oh. My back was up to more than 80% better and I got into tidying mode. Desperate for a clean carpet, I vaccuumed my room. Fine, but after I put it away...ow...bugger, I think I undid all my days of recovery. Oh no no no!

Feel free to yell at Olivia :(
But only after she fortifies herself with a glass of cold milk and a slice of madeira cake ;)

Too disappointed to enjoy it :'(

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Have you seen the new TV ad for the Peugot 1007???
It's absolutely insane and I rather like the soundtrack.

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Some of you may recall stating that I can never be cynical. Well, here it is:

Why, oh why? In period dramas, when the handsome hero meets his love interest, it is instantly obvious that she is the only One for him.
He is enthralled by her presence, enslaved by her gaze, inspired by her voice and all the rest. He is either reduced to a shambles or elevated to a dashing charm when she is near. Infatuated, bewitched, and totally in love.

This Romance will remain in the Regency or Victorian novel, methinks. We put the book down and enter into a world where we are not forced to choose between the 5 eligibles at the country house party, but get to sift through the millions in the metropolis like a bee among flowers. Where childhood sweethearts are not still in love after 10 years apart, but where the modern mantra is: There are more fish in the sea. Where long secret engagements do not occur, but people flit about saying, "Maybe the next one will be better...or the next one..."

See? Olivia being cynical. I hope y'all still love me...

(I've been watching "To the Ends of the Earth" on BBC2, based on the novel by William Golding. If he died in the 1990s, how could he have written an accurate portrayal of life on an early 19th C sailing vessel?)

In the next scene, the ship is listing heavily to one side. Three men are sitting at the long mess table, getting drunk, catching the bottles as they slide about, and getting tipped off their chairs at the same time.

Edmund Talbot, the protagonist, is played by Benedict Cumberbatch. That really is his name.

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And finally, I watched Big Fish. Very weird.

"I think once a year instead of birthdays we should have an Edward Bloom day where everyone gets to feel great."

Ewan McGregor talking about Big Fish

ADD: Why not have a Birthday and a Bloomday? How would you pick the date?

Pb and the Fall of Rome

We all know the incredible stories surrounding so many of the late Roman Emperors.
We also know that the Roman Empire FELL.
Why?

Here is one very plausible theory I heard about this week: Lead Poisoning. Rome mined huge quantities of lead and it was a part of daily life. In fact, so much lead mining and smelting took place in the Mediterranean that lead traces have been found in ice core samples taken in Greenland. (Stay with me, people.)
A number of Roman scholars, and even the Greek physicians before them, were aware of the possible links between lead and ill health, but perhaps the link was too tenuous for them to take more seriously.

Water was brought into town via lead pipes, and lead was used to line the aqueducts. So ingrained in modern culture is it that our word plumbing comes from plumbum, the Latin word for lead which is immortalised as Pb on the periodic table. (Just look at how many Victorian lead pipes we have had to replace in recent decades.)

Roman women, in order to preserve their light complexions, powdered their faces with white lead. Prolonged use most likely caused skin damage, thereby necessitating further use.

Roman food was cooked in lead pots or lead-lined copper pots. I'm pretty sure that earthenware glaze contained lead back then too. (A bit ironic (sorry) that lead wasn't added to glass until the 17th century. This is the reason that so much Roman glass is cloudy and iridescent.)

The Roman upper classes drank large quantities of neat and diluted wine; much of it was flavoured with various forms of unfermented grape syrups, also used as flavour enhancers in cooking. First there was Mustum. Mustum could be reduced by half into Defrutum, and further into a third as a syrup called Sapa. All, of course, boiled down in lead pots and because of the grapes' acidity, even more toxin would leach into the mix.

The presence of lead in the wine not only served to sweeten it, improve the colour and add bouquet, but acted as a preservative for export to all corners of the Empire. (On a side note, the Greeks, who had once been the world's producer, added pine resin.)

And so to the mad Emperors and the decline of the Empire: Lead is a neurotoxin. It also causes infertility.

Looking at the afflictions of Claudius, many doctors see this as a classic case of lead poisoning: excruciating stomach pains, speech impairment, weak limbs, slobbering or drooling, fits of laughter. To complete the vicious cycle, he was an alcoholic.

Then there are the wild orgies, drunken Bacchanals, erratic and scandalous behaviour, and illogical decisions of Commodus, Nero, Caligula, Tiberius, and the weirdest one, Elagabalus.
He was so crazy, even the lead-poisoned citizens wanted to get rid of him.

The birth rate eventually dipped so low, that couples were penalised if they had too few children.

So if the rulers and decision-making upper classes were poisoned, how long before the moral decay and population decline leach into the civil and economic health of an Empire?

The Silence

Did you observe the Silence?

From Belfast to St Andrews to London, Britain came to a standstill at noon.

It was touching and I cried as I watched the news.

As Big Ben chimed the hour, London ground to a halt. Piccadilly Circus so motionless, it looked like a photograph. City traders like statues on the floor. Trafalgar Square, Tavistock Place and King's Cross, packed with people wiping their eyes. The occupants of Scotland Yard, Number 10, Buckingham Palace - all emerged like silent symbols into the sunlight, standing in solidarity to respect the lost innocents.

May they not have died in vain.

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Ne'er the Twain...

Malady is the order of the day and so no one is going anywhere tonight.

And so I wish to direct you Westerners to Steliano's Day Dreams, where he has posted a delightful little article on the Greek Bouzouki.

Takis Kokotas, the guy who is playing the MP3s, performed with his band at the wedding of Rita Wilson and Tom Hanks. She is Greek, which explains why Hanks directed My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
(I found that movie funny and embarrassing. If you don't get Greek culture, it's not funny at all, but I bet it had the Italians howling with laughter.)

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The day before, Jia Li gave us some nutty names, so you can visit her at her Zwinkern if you haven't already.

She would like to state that she is a bit miffed that no one visits her site when it's serious, but she gets flooded when it's comical.

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Here is a nifty bit of Artificial Intelligence: 20q which might give you a few minutes of diversion. I beat it once this afternoon but watch out, it's pretty sharp!!!

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I stopped counting. Police on horseback have been passing up and down the Terrace all day. What's going on? Maybe they're stealing them in pairs from the barracks up the road.
Hallooo, Royal Horse Artillery, the Metropolitan Police are absconding with your horses!

See, not only Jia Li can be silly. You just have to meet me in person to get the best of it, right? [This addressed to those who know me best.] Ooh that rhymes.

No, I am not tipsy, I am not on pain medication, and I am not even that bubbly today! Champagne is bubbly. I could get bubbly on champagne.

Speaking of....In Cockney Rhyming Slang, I'm a Bubble.
Bubble = Greek (bubble and squeak)

If you don't get it, here's more, but be aware my repertoire is really out of date:
Germans = hands (German bands)
Plates = feet (plates of meat)
Boat = face (boat race)
Frog = road (frog and toad)
Jam = car (jam jar)
Trouble = wife (trouble and strife)

Ex. I was goin' down the frog in me jam and it was so cold I could 'ardly feel me Germans and me plates were numb. As for the trouble, you shoulda seen 'er boat when I let go the wheel!

Thanks Dad for teaching me that silliness.

My parents and I were required to speak properly when growing up, but when we were joking around at home it was like a stand-up routine. The slang and accents flew everywhere. And when it was over, we straightened our collars and returned to standard English.

Boo hoo

Oowwwww.....forget the toes, my back is out. And I wasn't going to tell you about it but it hurts too much

:(

I hope I'm better tomorrow. My limit is 3 days, then I call the doctor. I bet, by the time I get an appointment here on the NHS, I'll be all better.

It was the heavy bags of groceries yesterday :(

I'm so used to bending and stretching and skipping and turning, that this incapacity is making me angry and I've been creeping around all day.

In fact, I crept to Boots to buy some liniment - I smell really good right now.
Then I realised I had forgotten the handwritten job app I was talking about, so I crept home and put it in a big envelope and crept off to the post box.

Passing the Library I thought, better rent a DVD to cheer myself up. Got Phantom of the Opera and Big Fish.

Phantom is great! Better than the stage show, but can I claim that it's better than Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman in the London premiere? I shouldn't. The cinematography, costume, sets - the whole visual feast was sumptuous.
I was telling Steliano yesterday that I like music in the minor key, and I have just realised that this is why the songs in Phantom have haunted me for so long.
Gerard Butler, a dashing Scotsman, plays the Phantom and does his own singing - he cuts a very striking figure. Why do we girls have to get a crush on him just for strutting around with that cape, or at the masquerade in that fetching red uniform with the sword? He's the bad guy!

As soon as the credits rolled on Phantom, I realised with a shock that I'd forgotten to attach the blasted photo to my CV...

I haven't seen Big Fish yet. I need to go down to make dinner...or at least, creep down.

Wish me well...

Mezze

Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww! I tried to put on my slippers and ended up kicking the corner of the wall instead! I've just stubbed 3 toes. Even I don't know how I missed an entire piece of footwear.

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Kellogg's has inveigled me into eating a box of Special K with Yogurt flakes. In a whole bowl of cereal I spotted only one Yogurt flake. Now I have to finish the box. Just because I wanted a change from the usual soy and linseed loaf.

Well...I suppose at my age, I'm approaching the Special K demographic...

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Things are getting fun out here. Yesterday a car drove by blaring very cool Jazz through its open windows.
Just now, Abba whizzed past.
It's all better than boom-boom-boom.

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Yesterday in the Tube, I actually smiled with someone!!! There was a whiff of fish in the carriage, I and the girl opposite were both sniffing and looking around for the source. When we locked eyes, we exchanged a conspiratorial grin.

So let's see - is that perhaps the 5th time I've smiled at a stranger in London?

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This is art history for you. I am hand-writing a cover letter as requested by the gallery to which I am applying. I am also required to attach a recent photograph.
When was the last time you did that?

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Who can tell me why I named this post "Mezze"?

Unshaken and Undaunted

Courtesy of Slate Cartoon Box

Babblings of a .... mind

Isn't it annoying when you get so clean in the shower that the soap won't rinse off?

Anyway, tangent there. It's a hot day in London. Just when I was going to iron AND bake, thereby hotting up the kitchen to an unbearable degree. And only a few days ago I was shivering in a cardigan, hoping we hadn't just blinked and missed summer.

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I know London was my first home, but I'm feeling "homesick" for the place I spent nearly half my life:

Welcome Home...The Woodlands

Check it out, you won't believe it's Texas!

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I spent a few hours yesterday talking to my friends in Houston, Vanessa and Jason. We were part of an inseparable quartet at university. V and I were roomies and so were Jason and Johnny. Residence life, sneaky buggers, moved J & J from down the hall in the first year, to across the hall the next year. Best of all, the year after that when the dorms closed, we were put into two university houses while everyone else was shunted off to the Marriott (?)

Jason, remember not to leave all the commenting to the lovely people I have never met ;)
You should tell the Sake bottle story some time and I'll post it here.
Furthermore, you know you said you wanted a nickname? I could give you one but I wouldn't use it because I tend not to nickname my friends on this blog.

Let's see...how about Porsche Dude? Or Beer Mat? Haha!

Vanessa could be Butterfly or Mai Thai. (Play on words there: in India, Mai is a bossy mother, then Thai with the h because she was over there for ages...)

The guy upstairs is Clogs simply because his feet are so loud, and that's all I know about him, apart from a couple more things.

Then there was the Fig (eaten by the birds). Nuff said.

Jia Li (Michelle) has given us all her own nickname which means beautiful and strong.

And now there's Delightful Company. It was either that or Mr Bingley from Pride & Prejudice because they're equally sweet, but I stuck to Delightful because he sounded pretty chuffed about it.

My brain tells me I'm presently in the process of properly putting my foot in it...

Um, maybe I should go and punish myself with some heavy ironing and then bake that cake after all. Peace offering.

Byeee....