h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

hah! and yes! (eats a meditative grape. I love that! a grape for each bell sound), (strange coincidence, I am in fact eating grapes even as I type),

and thankyou, gracias! and New Year wishes and loveliness to you all, and may the pathways of your dreams forever lead you to the place where your dream pathways are leading to, huh? , well, you know what I mean, , and yes!



2015 eh?

I took a photo the other night of the view outside my bedroom window, because I thought there was a giant astronaut standing there, or some kind of lit up figure. Turned out to be a lit up archway. A trick of the light.

If I could post photos here, I could prove everything. Funny thing, tricks of the light.


Yes, thankyou, I am quite alight, never better in fact. .

The husband got the flu yesterday, although we managed to watch the fireworks from London, on TV. Plus Adam Lambert who looks like George Michael, divinely camp in leather trousers, singing Queen songs. I'd never heard of Adam Lambert before last night. My world will never be the same.

We never made it to the Space Odyssey. I'm getting the DVD instead. It was the coldest night of the year, he was feeling pre flu weak, and it was the uncut version, like 160 minutes???

Why is it so long? Is it true that it takes fifteen minutes just to watch two spaceships docking? Is it art? I think it might be.

At least with the DVD I can watch it in stages. Interspersed with my other artistic ventures.

I have begun 2015 most artistically. I went to the sale in the DVD store and came out with Shrek, Wayne's World, Astroboy and Happy Feet.

Well, I like dancing penguins.

OK I'm gone. To write some kaleidoscopic meditations, and remember who I once was.

(Barely) below freezing weather the last two nights, tonight and tomorrow.

My Siberian black tomatoes, the only ones that survived the long hot summer and the Indian summer heat wave, are setting fruits.

The pea-sized native California black tomatoes are also begining to fruit.

The Cherokee purples and one of the cherry tomatoes are flowering.

Chili pequins are being raided by the birds as quickly as they ripen.

Gosh, I didn't know that birds would be into hot chilly peppers!

Are your tomatoes under glass ITIWBS, or is it warm enough to grow them outdoors ?

The only signs of growth here are catkins on the hazel bushes, and emerging daffodil spikes. But there were two robins in our garden and one (presumably the male) was giving his mate mouthfuls of food. Courting already?

Happy New Year everyone! Elektra, if I'm not mistaken, birds actually cannot taste the 'hotness' in chilli peppers. They can be used to keep squirrels out of bird feeders!

Morning all!

Great nature notes, makes me feel springlike!

Even though it's still dark, 5.30 am, and the rain is hammering against the window as if it is trying to waken me from eternal sleep, which it just did.

It's just being sooo attention seeking. Hullo rain, yes I hear you, I have returned from eternity just for you.



Yes! the daffodils are showing!



Last Autumn, my Aunty's friend gave me a bag of daffodil bulbs for a present. I didn't know what to do with them, so I stuck them in one of my pots, with the parsley. I told the parsley to watch over them, and not be possessive about space. And now they're showing through! Amazing. The parsley learned to share. I wonder if they'll flower in the spring? Depends on the parsley.



I just had this quite annoying dream, before the rain woke me. I saw this series of photographic images, awaiting dialogue. I can't remember the exact details, apart from a shape that looked like a peculiar bird entity, but I liked the layout and textures.

It was annoying because the bird entity was going on at me, but I couldn't hear what it was saying. I suspect it was saying hullo, in a roundabout way. .

A good dream, in fact, considering my New Year's resolution is to continue to take photos, and then ruin them by writing all over them. . And then sometimes send them to . Or unsuspecting friends. haha. .

It is my love, my devotion.




Ah, that's better. Good to print out six chocolate teapots.

Buenos días!

Love daffodils they are so brave, with this cold...

I´ve also get out of bed quite early. Yesterday I started de-cluttering the several black holes I have at home. The one I´m cleaning/throwing away stuff now is full of cds, mice of PCs, etc.

My husband works at a recycling plant and many people go there to give a solemn getting-rid/burial of their objects. Husband can´t help bring some stuff home, jus in case...
So now, it´s me who, after keeping them in the limbo of my black holes, is kicking them away. There´re a lot of episodes of Deep space nine, I had no idea of what that is about, so, checked in the google oracle and thought that it could be good give them a "new life" but my pc can´t read it, so... bye bye together with some Monty Pyton and Jeremiah chapters...

back to work

My son cleared his bedroom out! This means that we can at last see some empty floor. But we've got bags of stuff -paper, old clothes, bits of bicycles to dispose of.

heheh, so it's clearing out time, eh? Mind you, yesterday, I opened my desk and junked a lot of papers. Where did they come from? We only moved a few months ago. Ahhhh the black holes, the black holes! The papers! The papers! that appear from nowhere.

Very poetic descriptions of clearing out, and the things we find, and the emotions we confront. More more! I am very interested in these tales.

It must be fascinating working in a recycling plant. You never know what might appear!



I'm pacing. Mister D is writing to a beat over in his journal, and its really got me going. Storytelling. How to create multi sensory textures on a flat page. Pictures. Pictures!! . Check Mister D's journal for an account that makes sense.

Meanwhile, yes, I am reading Michio Kaku on the subject of hyperspace, and parallel worlds and I don't really understand much, but I like the pictures he paints with words.

I'm into parallel worlds. How to write my story about parallel worlds? I see the visions, but my expression is so tiny in the vastness.

Storytelling. Damn.

I shall just have to take some photos in a high exposure, and hope that the birdie people turn up from out of the vastness, looking like crow poets.

What??? Who???

Laters.

Evening all!

Someone I was at school with just emailed me out of the blue! A mutual friend gave her my address.

I was at primary school with her, and the next school, then we lost touch for years. She stayed at my family home also, during the holidays.



And suddenly I'm talking to this lovely lady whom I haven't seen or spoken to since I was 17!

It's amazing, and we've been exchanging photos and life stories! Would we recognise each other on the street? Probably not, but we're the same people in essence, and doing the life story thing is very amazing.

We've been finding out what paths we took in life, but also finding out about the lives of our brothers and parents and people we once knew.



And there's all the same essence as in any story. Highs and lows, tragedy and shock, achievement and adversity, celebration and laughs.

So, funny thing, after thinking about storytelling, I find myself sharing stories with someone.

It comes so simple and natural to me, when I'm not trying to create a perfect story.



Ah yes.

I also took delivery of a book today, its called Alice in Quantumland. Un oh... I love it. There's great pictures. I don't really understand quantum physics, but thinking about it makes the particles in my brain move around, and I engage in photographic flips.

I like the idea of crow poets. Crows,of course, are clever birds and I can imagine them sitting on the lamp posts near a supermarket carpark and making caustic comments to the friends about the stupidity of humans!

Ah yes, hullo mvp! Crow poets! Yes!! (brain does a flip). Now I must ask you more about this, please, if I may.

Have to go have supper. Damn.

Laters.

mmm nice supper.

You see, on Saturday I was out at the estuary, doing a bit of avocet watching. I ran into this delightful gentleman from my writing course. He saw my binoculars and asked me if I was one of the birdie people.

I chuckled, and said I liked the way he said birdie people, and he said 'write a story about it for me!' (because we're meeting in a few days). I said OK.

In that instance I saw an entire scene in my mind's eye, like a dream that goes on for a thousand years but takes half a minute.

There were these birdwatchers on the viewing platform, beside the water, a regular scene, like how it really is. Amongst them were two guys who looked like they were in a band.

One of them was called Lazar, short for Lazarus?, and the other guy somehow turned into a crow or a black mythological bird, just for a few seconds.

It's not like he really turned into a bird, but if I could photograph it, or write it, its as if his feathery wings were superimposed on his regular image. Very beautiful, a fleeting dance.

And the dreamstory is called Lazar and Birdie Man on Saturday Afternoon. .



And that's it. .

On the way back, when I had come out of the dream, I saw this large black bird kite flapping in the breeze, kind of like a gull scarer, tied to one of the boats.

I photographed it for ages, could be the illustration for the story. Could be the entire story. It's real, I checked. Not a dream, it's in my camera.

Birdy Man would have liked it, with its outstretched wings silhouetted against the sky. I don't know what happened to Lazar.

I shall have to tell my lovely gentleman that my stories aren't really stories, they are just photographs that haunt me, but my friend mvp might know more about the situation, and she might even know who Lazar is.

Hint: the people who read might like to see this...

As an incentive, here are a talking crow and raven...

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

I haven't got a temperature controlled conservatory at present.

Frequent freezes have been rather hard on tender sprouts.

I 'll re-seed later in tge season.

The weather has been somewhat colder than usual, with frequent night time freezes, daytime temperatures rarely above 60F/16C.

Most of the local weather currently is originating almost 2500 miles away over Hudson's Bay to the northeast, next, from the west, the Pineapple current off the north Pacific, almost none with the tropical monsoonal system off the Gulf of California, which usually dominates in the summer.

Snowfall on the surrounding mountains is down to about 2000 feet/600 meters, but so far rather skimpy, not enough yet in most areas to allow of winter sports.

heheh, I love the talking crow and raven.

People who read might want to see my photo of the black birdie?

I have got a few photos to organise, with the intention of sending to , or just to you as postcards, in fact, most of them of somewhat abstract context. . There's my lit up archway that looks like an astronaut, can I send you that?

Absolutely!

OK , into the photo files go I.

Hullo ITI,

Yes, night freezes can confuse the plants a bit I think. We had one the other night, and it made my sage bush go a bit weird.

I used to keep a flock of crows.

I'd feed them when I was hiking in a wilderness area near my home by scattering things like raisins or tender dogfood kibble in a circle.

After a time, if they saw me turning in a circle, they'd promptly assemble.




Haven't got any crows locally, instead its desert ravens and jackdaws.

The ravens are only occasional visitors, but the jackdaws nest locally in the spring and early summer when climate conditions are as they like.




I had one fledgling jackdaw taking its turn at the kitty kibble dish on the front porch with the two local species of mocking birds last season.

Jackdaws are reputed, as the closely related crows and ravens, also to be be able to talk a bit, though I suspect one may need to start talking to them before they hatch from the egg to develop that ability.



Most recent unusual sighting, a red tailed hawk flying a search pattern, a series of overlapping consecutive circles extended along a transect, same kind of search pattern used by the local turkey vultures.

I think that it is cool that they use a search pattern like that. We have a number of turkey buzzards in North Carolina as well.