Archive | August 2006

A view from the rainbow room

What do I see from my workroom window?  It depends on how far I lean out!

This is a view if I am just sitting there. That is a pigeon on the wires.

The upstairs of our house is under the eaves, not really a proper story, but high enough so that it is  usable.

Tag – My Workroom

This is in response to Lesa’s challenge.

This was  originally a boy’s bedroom. A lot of the stuff in there is his.  It’s a room where I do things so they are not put away, they are being worked on – in other words, it’s messy!


Pluto Plutôt Moins

“(The day) the sun (is scattered like) feathers of pavo

I (still) run (and meantime) I make a thousand (new) suns.

My Hand goes past, (It) extinguishes the suns, (it makes them into) mud;

(My Hand makes) the lights (of heavens) sink (like) (fish-)scales.”

The Revelation of Arès XXII/12-13


When I heard talk of a new planet, I was not surprised.  I think it is sort of what the Creator does for fun.

However all the clamor over changing a blob from one category to another I find to be a bit overdone.  A group of people (how many?) somewhere have decided this and all the rest of us are to follow along?

The major worry of the experts so far seems to be coming up with a new mnemonic sentence.  Is that trivial or what?

Some people are scandalized that what they were taught in school now seems to be declared untrue.  How many more examples of that are there?  How many things do we accept as true with no means of verification?  How many things were once thought true and now it is no longer the case?

However, it does make me wonder which things are actually important for our children to learn?  Which things are worth filling up our brains with?  It’s hard to get something out of one’s head that one thought was true, but then isn’t after all.

August 23, 2006

I thought I had found an easy way to get more than one photo in a blog entry – upload them to Yahoo photos, open two navigator windows and then drag the photos into the blog entry.  This worked fine for the gnocchi, but hasn’t worked since.

Does anyone have a better idea?

The Chapel

This is the chapel where God spoke -a small, simple place.  The world hustles on around it, seemingly unconscious of what happened here, people honking their horns if you delay them for a millisecond, as in any other town in France. I suppose busloads of people visit Mount Sinai without doing anything about changing their lives, themselves.  The Creator’s Hand is extended towards us.  It’s our choice –my choice, your choice.

8 of Hearts


After our heart-felt admiration,

we ate it.

August 21, 2006

Near the  port and oyster parks at Arès