Friday, January 22, 2010

High noon (not only) for photographers

The two previous posts with quotations by Lichtenberg (re prejudices) and Franklin (re liberty) may be taken as an intro to this one.

They were also a reminder for me before putting my head on the pillow last night, in case I'd happen to wake up again not to forget reminding of what fellow blogger and -flannophil, Jams O'Donnell , on December 14th announced for January 23, thus tomorrow:

A gathering of photographers, professionals and amateurs,
at Trafalgar Square at noon,
organised to defend (y)our rights and
stop the abuse of the terror laws.

More about the organisers and the(ir) very serious reasons to speak out you will find here.

So, if you, unlike myself, are living in or near London: Lift your backside and do it: Show those who are still not your leaders but nothing else but your representatives that you are fed up with their understanding of democracy, and that you are not willing to give in. Defend (y)our rights!
Cure your elected - and (still) diselectable (!) - representants from their prejudice that each photographer, each human being has to be treated as a potential criminal or even terrorist.
Defend your (essential) liberty!

Don't you deserve them?

Those who would give up essential liberty
to purchase a little temporary safety,
deserve neither liberty nor safety.
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

Well, so to speak

Prejudices are so to speak the mechanical instincts of men: through their prejudices they do without any effort many things they would find too difficult to think through to the point of resolving to do them.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Yes!

As I take up my pen I feel myself so full, so equal to my subject, and see my book so clearly before me in embryo, I would almost like to try to say it all in a single word.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Brendel plays Beethoven

Of course, it's much more comfortable listening to Beethoven's sonata No 29 in five parts less than six, the more while sitting with a mug of coffee in one's chair and enjoying Scottish normality, but anyway:
Here's - especially to you, Andrew :) - the virtuosic Alfred Brendel.
Enjoy.











Friday, January 15, 2010

Another hypocritical idiot

From Mrs. Robinson to Pat Robertson. What an utter stupid scum. May all his teeth fall out, except of one ... for permanent toothache!

Oh, and what do you think when watching the lady's mimic?




Hey, Mrs. Robinson



Ha ha ha ha ha ...

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Winter in Seanhenge

Different a view from sping, summer and autumn, hm?

One of our five rain barrels (water butts).

Blackbird through the window of the green house; ...

... and waiting for me to leave after re-filling fodder.

Snow relaxing (on chair).

Remember the roses of Seanhenge?

Sno(w)ivy

Icycles
Blackbird entering restaurant.

Hedgehog's hotel.

Seanhenge at night.

Shovelling new energy


Well, what did I do while being extremely busy with not blogging?

First of all: For a couple of days this newsholic did follow the advice of Mr Thoreau and ignore any news. No TV; no radio, no PC - ha ha, no! No laptop, either. - And: he did not smoke. Neither he consumed any alcohol. He drank and ate well, though, both of which gave him power to shovel snow.

What (else) did he do then?

Reading (details will / might follow), shovelling snow, writing, feeding the birds, reading, pondering, writing, listening, talking, watching black birds and sparrows, bull-, green- and gold finchs, blue- and great tits, a pair of spotted woodpeckers, a nuthatch, robins and, of course, Mr & Mrs Crow who do accept us to being their neighbours for the past 33 years, reading, writing, shovelling snow - by the way, shovelling with one 'l' or with two, Stan? :) - learning Blackbirdish, oh! and enjoying Fidelio, Carmen, La Traviata, Aida, Don Giovanni, Tosca, La Bohème, The Magic Flute.

Did I mention I was shovelling snow?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hiatus interruptus II

Ladies and gentlemen,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs,

Friends,

worrying what might be the long-term consequences of such a hiatus, I thought it's better to decide in favour of a hiatus interruptus.

May either those forgive me who would have loved this hiatus to never end, and consequently feel deeply dissatified, and those who felt ... well, let's say irritated. :)

I was irritated, myself, as I did not intend to have a break. It just happened, or rather I let it happen. Even more strange: I did not miss blogging (very much).
Why? Don't know. Summing up all possible reasons would probably take too long, and boring you is one of the last things I wish to do.

- - -

Reading the lines above some readers might have thought they had déjà vu.


:)


Well ... yes ... I just copied and pasted most of what I wrote after
one of my former hiati.

And now, may this beginning, again, bear a special magic. :)

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Mirrors do seldom err

A book is a mirror:
if an ape looks into it
an apostle is hardly likely to look out.

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Saturday, January 02, 2010

After all, ...

even Father Jack's arrived in the New Year.

Friday, January 01, 2010