Category: audio

triffid! er triffid-odil? crocodile? daffodil!
had almost forgotten that yes green things do-eth grow… then up pops one of these nod head sunshine flavoured smile emojii’s… pic is a bit grainy, a la the big foot ness monster… but ya get the idea
seems remarkably early? another sign that the seasons are scuppered… but at least hope that the long plod through darkness may not be entirely endless
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lovely afternoon away from work up at the permie plot in stanmer, unite the beat were running a tactile and funky sound workshop too
good fun, i was on lead watering can… slosh splosh rhythms, plus you get to soak all your fellow band members too!

snowdrops keep falling on me head… tra la la

James: Exciting ~ the wave will spread oop north from you before we know it. I’ll get my speedos out the loft 😄

murk. yes murk, presiding deity and chief emotion of the season
the beach a rhapsody in beige, demerera sand, sea of uncouth sewage, sky? indistinguishable, but a tipple more grey
yet, reluctantly shrugging off my dislike, soft landings, a glowing, form summons forth from the soup!… bask in this subtle candescence, world, and mind, abides in a richness of pattern
… couple of pics, then head to lidl for chocolate, beer and pistachios!
ha, yet, woke up this morning, with the intention of full heartedness, like when singing? then found myself sobbing whilst juicing vegetables
no harm. sorrow, grief, loss – a certain sweetness, inevitable and natural part of our humanity… acceptable poster boy, for the horsemen of low mood?
plus, the salt of tears adds a taste frisson to the brew of beetroot and broccoli stalks
meditation, yoga, tax return, a robin singing atop a bush, first small stirrings of green, rummaged down, there amongst the mud. murk

aw hugh masekela has died, abiding memories of being on a kibbutz, aged about 20, hanging out with the SA hippies, Luke, Anna and Carrie, working in the kitchen… cranking Wimoweh up to full volume, grooving to the trumpet solos, flinging saucepans and dishcloths to each other in time with the rhythm!
bizarrely all we ever listened too was pat metheney and hugh masakela. will be playing all day. RIP
back to work!

mauve grey, grey mauve, but never mauvais. Ajna. realm of clarity and imagination. sea in tumult. sea in spate. the clack then see-e-the of the white be-marbled ocean
wind very much against, ha, on the bike bash, long slog home

hannah: Oooh, cycling into the wind makes me angry! #angerissues ha! We need to get together sooooooon! x

ah but counter balanced by the super bionic, full power, thrill of the wind behind!!
heading for home, i just get my dogged determined head on ‘this too shall pass’
ooh yes, hi time i met the bairn (before he heads off to university! ha) you working at the mo? xxx

batten down the hatches! wind, rain, perpetual january… programming in the loft, as tho storm tossed sodden, marooned, far, far out to sea
the dubious and lurid solace of early 90’s rave anthems! unleash the crusty jugglers x
works better with the music on!

Heather: Haha go rich! I’m sure those Bermuda shorts look familiar, are they still being worn in the dancefloor?

Charlotte: Nothing better that 90’s rave……..a good throwback !!

Beep boop chugga beep, and other dayglo rhythms x

26th June… Laurie Lee shares my birthday… ha, no m’dear, not quite the same year
a somewhat blowsy and overblown Romanticism, the Cancerian daydreamy-ness, a reluctance to allow more than a smidgin of reality to impinge
haven’t read any of his books since teenage years, in retrospect, ‘as i walked out…’ ,his tale of youthful wandering in spain, was quite influential
better than sharing a birthday with stalin.

lees writing cheerfully weaves across the border twixt sublime and twee… bucolic, rhapsodic english pastoralism at its warmest
heritage, before the notion was invented, saved from being chocolate box by the rhythm and tenacious life wormed deep within his words…. sunset in flower-full may

…prompted by listening on the bus to brighton and back… plummy but often lush

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09jxgdv

consider the cephalopods! yer octopusses (i spy an octopii), squid and sundry cuttlefish… such astonsishing, amazing, beautiful creatures!
a brouhaha of pondering aloud to Finn whilst strolling up the cliffs in the sunshine (a tolerant lad), else further musing, when cooking a huge cauldron of dahl at 7:00 this morning
of course i am basing all speculation on having met a very small one once, for a few brief moments, whilst snorkling off the tropical coast of the americas decades ago…
we gave each other a beaky eye… before she skulked off to hang out neath a rock… and i cheerfully varmoosed for the surface, lungs long forgotten about oxygen… as an aside, never forget to gob in your mask folks
also the extraordinary footage of one on the blue planet a few months back… and an exhumed LRB article from last summer…
a few things:
‘They are sophisticated problem solvers, they learn and can use tools; and they show a capacity for mimicry, deception and, some think, humour’. wow
they communicate by changing colour!
they’re sort of molluscs, giant baggy, be-tentacled, shell less snails!
half of their neurons (brain stuff!) are in their tentacles
they are utterly nothing like us! our closest common ancestor was a blind spineless worm 600 million years ago…
and they have eyes
what this means, is that 2 of lifes most preposterous miracles: consciousness and the eye, evolved completely independentally TWICE on the same planet, genuinely gobsmacked
what might be some of the usual drivers for intelligence/consciousness?… dunno… omniverous behaviour to exploit and flourish in an environment of opportunity and complexity?
social behaviour… dolphins, wolves, us… all have rich social interactions…
longevity, takes time to learn stuff…
culture, most of our much vaunted knowledge is what somebody extraordinarily bright worked out and taught to other folk
yet octopusses don’t talk to each other, completely anti social with their own species… billy no mates… and they live less than 4 years
proper gnarly! truly bizarre and beautiful beasts! …oops, all this eight limbed enthusiasm, on tentacle tenterhooks, yeah, yeah best get back on with work

‘So raise that scarlet standard high
Beneath its folds we’ll live and die
Come cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We’ll keep the red flag flying here!’

google made an animation of goofing about with the flag on the beach on christmas day… pics by marie
curiously the red flag has the same tune as o tannenbaum… so socialist seasonal!
personally feeling more this quote today:
‘Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.’
einstein

and a fabulous socialist poster… tho no idea what its saying

ah was going to post billys version of the red flag… but always prefered this one… st georges hill! sadly Cliff Richard lives there nowadays

Claire: happy new year lovely Fagin. xxx

thanks m’dear, hope you and the horrors are flourishing midst the devon damp… come visit if ever you fancy a sussex jaunt xxx

Charlotte: I see the weather is as good there as it is here ……happy new years !!! xx

wind, rain and deplorable wintery-ness… sure the north is a balmy idyll! happy new year to all you guys xx

blessings on this time of new beginnings
softness, kindness, strength… playfulness, green tara heart chakra. love x

one of the changes i’m hoping to make this year is to move my eating habits somewhat nearer to the vegan end of the spectrum
prompted by the fact that even whilst eating free range and organic it’s a pretty cruel fate for most farm animals
it’s a very recent notion, so will see how it goes… concocted whilst devouring a delicious masala dosa yesterday and then stomping through puddles in wellies today!
currently i’m not at the stage where i can be reading labels all the time, so was thinking just to not buy milk, cheese or eggs
gotta be a start… cheese will be almost impossible…’my struggles with cheese’ a plausible autobiography?
go green tea! lots of risottos… and i’m off to cook a mountain of dahl… now… nosh hurrah!

… chat with Karen about Dosa

… and a suitably green themed dosa pic from last year!

post from RP

my reply:

ha! marvelous. a trifling forty seven amd a half, somewhat eventful, years on from ‘duck pond day’
think we can mostly attribute it to your extraordinary tolerance… will have a rummage for some old old snaps when next at mums… heres a fave from the 90’s xx

lovely to see you guys… and also wonderfully exciting to be up at the trees! pedalled up the hill next door on the epic bike ride, super steep.. gateway to the west, it’s the iconic trees on the hill opposite honiton little chef!… Melanie Basgallop Chicalo where you flung yourself off the wall