This feels like a real cheat. Soooooooo much is going on that I’m not sure where to begin, but I want to keep in touch with you all. Perhaps this beautiful little video gives a glimpse.
Enough about me. Enjoy!
É a sua vida que eu quero bordar na minha
Como se eu fosse o pano e você fosse a linha
E a agulha do real nas mãos da fantasia
Fosse bordando ponto a ponto nosso dia-a-dia
E fosse aparecendo aos poucos nosso amor
Os nossos sentimentos loucos, nosso amor
O zig-zag do tormento, as cores da alegria
A curva generosa da compreensão
Formando a pétala da rosa, da paixão
A sua vida o meu caminho, nosso amor
Você a linha e eu o linho, nosso amor
Nossa colcha de cama, nossa toalha de mesa
Reproduzidos no bordado
A casa, a estrada, a correnteza
O sol, a ave, a árvore, o ninho da beleza
I want to embroider your life on mine
Like I am the cloth and you are the twine
And the needle is in the hands of fantasy
As we embroider point-by-point our day-to-day
And it is showing our love slowly
Our crazy feelings, our love
The zig-zag from the torment, the colours of joy
The generous curve of understanding
Shaping the petal of the rose, the passion
Your life, my way, our love
Your thread, my cloth, our love
The quilt on our bed, the linen on our table
Wrought in the embroidery of our house, our road, our stream;
The sun, the bird, the tree, the nest of beauty
It’s your life I want to embroider on my Como se eu fosse o pano e você fosse a linha Like I was the cloth and you were to line E a agulha do real nas mãos da fantasia And the needle in the hands of real fantasy Fosse bordando ponto-a-ponto nosso dia-a-dia Were embroidering point-to-point our day-to-day
E fosse aparecendo aos poucos nosso amor And it was showing our love slowly Os nossos sentimentos loucos, nosso amor Our crazy feelings, our love O zig-zag do tormento, as cores da alegria The zig-zag from the torment, the colors of joy A curva generosa da compreensão The generous curve of understanding Formando a pétala da rosa, da paixão Forming the petal of the rose, passion
A sua vida, o meu caminho, nosso amor Your life, my way, our love Você a linha, e eu o linho, nosso amor You line, Linen and I, our love Nossa colcha de cama, nossa toalha de mesa Our bedspread, our tablecloth Reproduzidos no bordado a casa, a estrada, a correnteza Reproduced in embroidery house, road, stream O sol, a ave, a árvore, o ninho da beleza The sun, the bird, the tree, the nest of beauty
I practice a policy of gastronomic laissez-faire and say “Live and let live, but if you hunger for a critter, try to get one that has been raised and killed humanely”. If possible get it from the source and don’t waste any part of it. Thank it’s soul for giving itself so that I may eat, et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseum.
I was once very irritated by a smug, holier-than-thou vegetarian who said, “I don’t eat anything that has a face” and I know of certain carnivores (who shall remain nameless) who won’t eat an animal which has a name, eg Bossy the Cow or Chicken Little. Well, even my vegetables have names and faces. Enter Sam and Petunia, our Jack-o’-Lanterns. They both have both names and faces and are both going to be eaten.
Sam & Petunia
Sourced from Michael Howard’s deli, just across the street from us; all of their meat and vegetables can be traced to the farm it came from.
Sam and Petunia had a happy, free range life in their pumpkin patch . . . . .
and fulfilled their duty as Jack-o’-Lanterns, sitting at the top of our stairs and welcoming our dinner party guests.
I started with the offal and made toasted pumpkin seeds for hors d’oeuvre at our Samhain Feast on Saturday.
Toasted Pumpkin Seeds
Soy sauce and chili powder, or freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Preheat the oven to about 350° F/180°C. Toss the seeds with olive oil and salt. Sprinkle with either soy sauce and chili powder or toss with Parmesan cheese. Spread on a cookie sheet and roast for about a half hour, tossing about every 1o minutes.
Tonight I made pureed pumpkin which I’ll freeze and use for soup. pumpkin cheesecake and our Thanksgiving pumpkin pie. Sorry Linus!
Wow, this is an awesome song and music video I encountered for the first time a week ago.
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Crazy is is the first single from Gnarls Barkley, a musical collaboration between Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo, and is taken from their 2006 debut album St. Elsewhere. It’s a great song. Going along with the psychiatric theme of the song, Gnarls Barkley’s music video for “Crazy” is done in the style of the Rorschach inkblot test. Animated, mirrored inkblots morph into another, while taking on ambiguous shapes. The inkblot illustrations were done by art director and motion graphic designer Bryan Louie.
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space
And when you’re out there
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that’s my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you’re in control
Well, I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
Just like me
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done
The Anish Kapoor sculpture in the courtyard of the Royal Academy of the Arts was terrific to photograph. An arrangement of 76 shiny spheres bubbles up to the level of the surrounding Palladian buildings.
Anish Kapoor – ‘Tall Tree and the Eye’
My favourite piece of art was in a show we stumbled across in Spitalfields. The Future Can Wait featured the work of over 30 artists in a derelict, industrial space on the top floor and roof top of Brick Lane’s Old Truman Brewery.
Not only was the setting fabulous, but I fell in love with a sculpture called Family Portrait by Marilene Oliver.
The piece was made from a series of sculptures of the artist’s family made from MRI scans. The scans where printed onto acrylic and stacked in correct order give the illusion of a ghostly figure, which appears and disappears depending on your view point.
This is Oliver’s artist’s statement from her website:
“The virtual world created by the computer is one that provides no place for the physical body. As communications technology and the use of the Internet is becoming an integral part of our lives, the absence of the physical in the virtual space is destined to provoke changes in the physical body and in our relationship to it in the real world. My work centres around this relationship, seeking to explore and create ways of intimately representing the physical body.
My relationship with the body is nostalgic and romantic, based on an anxiety that the body is becoming redundant. New technologies, especially communications and medical imaging alienate us from the bodies that we have. They promote a decentralisation of the self – they allow us to project ourselves into different spaces and offer us new views of our bodies that belittle being contained in a physical body.”
Since we live in a top floor flat, our closest neighbours are the jackdaws who nest in the chimneys and congregate on the rooftopos. This summer the roofs and skies over Moretonhampstead have been filled with hundreds of these birds. They are the smallest species of Corvus the genus of crows and ravens. Jackdaws are very sociable and are usually found in pairs or larger groups. They have so much character as they strut and hop along the rooftops, stopping to peer down their chimney pots.
A clattering of jackdaws
Here’s a recording of their song
Males and females pair together within flocks. Jackdaws mate for life, and like most birds who follow this custom become engaged early in life, long before sexual maturity. First the young males of a new brood struggle among themselves to decide their individual status, and then pairing with females begins. The jackdaw female promptly upon pairing assumes the same social position of her male.
Mr and Mrs Jackdaw enjoy the misty dawn
Here is a video I made with waves of jackdaws flowing across the summer ocean skies –