http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s27n3QzuE4E

I have no idea what this is, but I love watching it. I found it under animated 4 D, as about half a million others have. It only lasts twenty three seconds.

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Here's a nice bridge photograph I found a few days ago. Click on it to enlarge. How much has photography changed in my lifetime. One son's first camera is a Canon SLR digital and now he tells me he is thinking of buying an emulsion camera so that he can learn more and develop and print his own pictures. I find that the mouse has mainly replaced buttons and focus rings.

SATIE, ERIK: HIDDEN CORNERS (RECOINS)
album:
CBC
label:
PERFORMER: EVE EGOYANCOMPOSER: ERIK SATIE

On September 10, 1903, Cyril Connolly was born into an army major's family in Coventry, Warwickshire, England. After graduating from Oxford, he began a writing career, contributing essays and short stories to English periodicals. In 1939 he founded "Horizon" magazine, which had a major influence on the English literary scene. His most celebrated books were collections of essays, including "Enemies of Promise" (1938) and "The Unquiet Grave" (1944).

"The Unquiet Grave" contains two great observations:

"Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self."

And

"No one can make us hate ourselves like an admirer."

I was sixteen, or fifteen. I had learned three chords on the guitar and I had just managed to make the right sort of noise out of a trumpet. I had just learned "Freight Train" and listened, but really listened to Mozart for the first time. I was reading Neville Shute and F Scott Fitzgerald, perhaps also Ian Flemming. I had been in love, but it had never been reciprocated. I was a goofy, spotty, wavy haired misfit longing to grow up.

Hundertwasser

Only sixteen and five sixths percent of all matter?

The Battle of Passchendaele, otherwise known as the Third Battle of Ypres, was one of the major battles of World War I, fought by British, ANZAC and Canadian soldiers against the German army near Ypres (Ieper in Flemish) in West Flanders, northwestern Belgium over the control of the village of Passchendaele. As the village is now known as Passendale, the term Passchendaele alone is now used to refer to this battle. The label "Passchendaele" should properly apply only to the battle's later actions in October–November 1917, but has come to be applied also to the entire campaign from July 31. After three months of fierce fighting, the Canadian Corps took Passchendaele on November 6, 1917, ending the battle. Passendale today forms part of the community of Zonnebeke, Belgium.
Photo credit: Imperial War Museum
And on and on until Friday so many, so many years ago. The very word, with its awkward spelling and all, means suffering to Canadians. Now I see a small village obliterated by cordite. In my mind, the earth is drenched in blood.

In the middle of the night, Halloween morning, what a time to die....In fact, I knew I would not, as the pain was not strong, although it went on for about half an hour. I look forward to a peaceful, possibly enlightening death, but what if I am in distracting pain? What if I am in pain for a long time and welcome death as a relief? Or, in my culture, what if I am so inured from pain with drugs that I can no longer concentrate on the devotions that I have been so careful to learn? Or what if, like my mother, I have severe dementia and don't even know where and when I am?
All good November, (Scorpio), thoughts, as they rake up the lovely damp, red, brown and yellow leaves to make a pumpkin patch at the end of our very private street. To life, to life, Lochaim!

I've just discovered a great drink, a variant on the above.

Via powdered coffee in cold soy milk

Louis Armstrong
St. Louis Blues
Louis Armstrong Plays W.C. Handy

There's a kind of mini Satchmo revival going on. I'm enjoying every moment of it.

Every week day evening, when I get home, this bloke is on the TV and whatever family I have there is glued to the set. I like watching him too, although I always miss the beginning of his show.I noticed last night that his right ear is more pointed than his left and for some time I have remarked that he looks like Hugh Hefner's son. Every time that I make this brilliant observation, my wife and family are too absorbed in his demonstrations to show me any response. I think I am a little jealous of Dr Oz. I like him, but my family like him even more and ignore me when I get home. Only when his show is over, do they turn to me and say, "Welcome home, did you have a good day?"
It is unseasonably warm. I have been looking at my blog of one year ago and, at that time, there was an annoying Indian summer like, I said, a lover who did not know that it was time to leave, or something like that. I also found that I had filled in a one word response meme almost exactly the same as the one below. Most of my answers were the same too.
I have chosen to audition for a community theatre production of Hay Fever. I'm really not sure that I want to perform and work, as I will get even less sleep, but I determined that I would be sorry if I did not at least read for it. I know nothing about the director, although, in the distant past, I was in about eleven productions at that theatre. The auditions are in one week. I have also submitted something I wrote for an evening of experimental theatre. If I knew that it would be accepted, I would not also do the play, but the review committee won't let me know until November.

Where is

Lower shore
Riefert Garden
Gaspe
Metis Sur Mer

?

I wrote this on a piece of paper which I found in my back pocket. Is it the place with sunrises and sunsets?

MOZART, WOLFGANG AMADEUS: CONCERTOS/ABBADO, CLAUDIO album:EMI 7243 5 57128 2 0label:COMPOSER: WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART
CONDUCTOR: CLAUDIO ABBADO
ORCHESTRA: BERLIN PHILHARMONIC
PRODUCER: JOHN FRASER
CLARINET: SABINE MEYER
With a reconstructed basset clarinet, wonderful low notes and a brighter delivery than usual. Third movement possibly faster, less of a slushy eliding of the notes than usual.

How much of this will I be able to see on blogger? On my desktop I can click on the image and see details of people walking on the beach.
A lot, but not the blow-up details.

The Hours, Xavier Mellery

I have stolen this from willow at Willow Manor
Neural Linguistic programming
Designed Human Engineering
(Chis at All Saints)