I hate to think what this wall says about me! I find it inspirational….
Spring, well, this early, is not a good time for orange in the garden. However I do happen to have been dyeing in the garden today – and here are the freshly rinsed fabrics. Orange, green and ….. well, you can see them here.
Something to look forward to. My reward for tomorrow will be a boiled egg for breakfast. Photo taken with iPhone and laboriously written with iPad app.
Full details of the challenge can be found here
My blogging might have been somewhat sporadic since the beginning of the year, but that does not mean I’ve been procrastinating. An unfortunate bout of illness was probably the start – and since then nothing has really appealed in the way of inspiration. There was a time when I looked forward to the Weekly Photo Challenge – but even that has, on most occasions, failed to inspire in any way, even by thinking very laterally. I have however, continued to take photographs, and I’m sure they will come in useful at some point. Spring is just around the corner, in fact there are signs it is very close if we look – and spring brings with it many changes.
Here in the UK we have an election looming. Yes, I’m registered to vote – and I will be putting my cross in the place I consider best. There may or may not be televising discussions between the leaders of political parties – but I will be one of several who won’t even bother to turn to the channel to watch. As a regular voter I don’t really feel that I have any say in who governs the country, and the present coalition just helps to prove that. I have, however, come up with what I think may be an answer to our political representation – and I would like your opinion on how you think it might work.
Firstly – it’s important to note that every working man is worthy of his wages. Therefore the first thing we need to do is pay our working representatives exactly what they deserve. None of them think they earn enough – so why don’t we pay them EXACTLY WHAT EACH THINKS HE IS WORTH? Because they are earning such a wonderful new salary there will be no need for support from business or unions – which would therefore become illegal.
Secondly – on a very important note – there must be no tax evasion. Therefore this new salary MUST BE TAXED AT 100%!
What? 100%? How on earth will they live?
Well, I feel that the answer is very simple.
Instead of living in large houses, either outside their constituency, or in a second home handy for parliament, I suggest that they become itinerants, and spend each night in the home of a different member of their constituency. It would be an idea opportunity to meet the public, find out what they actually want/need, and, more importantly, discover how ‘real life’ is lived.
I’ve had a few more thoughts on this subject, but maybe I’ll share those another day. In the meantime…… I’ll make the most of the last few weeks of the status quo – avoiding as many newscasts and party political broadcasts as possible. We had no visits from candidates during the run up to the last election – I wonder if we will see any this year? They will probably call while I am out.
The picture is askew – thankfully the craftsmen who created the ceiling completed it with perfection.
Gently does it!
Unfolding a little at a time. Here is another little glimpse into the dramatic news that was unfolding.
I’m currently involved in a little ‘newspaper’ project of my own – painting and tearing today’s paper for a type of journal page. I’m documenting the journey here. Nothing as dramatic as the above – and I won’t be defacing that newspaper in any similar way, although I might use a photocopy at some point.
I’ve been delving through some old (very old) photographs prior to visiting an elderly uncle. One thing I didn’t expect to find was a newspaper published on 12th November 1918. It is faded and very fragile, but over the next few days I’ll post an odd picture or too as I gently unfold and see what is within.
This is my first view of the said pages
It seemed very strange reading this news ‘as it happened’ and published in the year of my mother’s birth.
You may have noticed a reduction in the number of my posts across the web. The original post reblogged here more or less sums up how I feel. I am not resistant to change – but change for the better should really mean that. It seems to me that the only ‘better’ in the new process is the money someone has presumably received for making the mess. I’m going to suggest that as many as possible reblog this – and make their own appropriate comments. How about it? Might someone actually read the original and take note if we do?
Originally posted on Fish Of Gold:
I am loath to write yet another letter to you, since I typically prefer to spend my time writing actual blog posts, but I’ve been bitching on Twitter and in your forums to no avail, so maybe you’ll pay attention to a blog post. It’s not likely, but hey, you never know.
Please, stop. Just put down whatever you’re working on and stop with the futzing. You have been tinkering under my hood long enough and you know what? None of the “improvements” you’ve made are actually improvements.
Below, you will find explanations as to why your improvements aren’t improvements sorted conveniently by feature.
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