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07 January 2010


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I guess even a dog can have too much of a good thing. Do we need to organise a helicopter food drop yet?

Hahaha! That's a priceless picture!

I had a video sent to me once, with a dog prancing about in the snow somewhere in the US. Snow was about six or seven feet deep and the dog was jumping up and disappearing right under it, then popping up somewhere else! So funny!

What a fabulous shot! Like a black-and-white photo that you've hand-tinted a red collar on! Snow looks so beautiful at that stage, doesn't it, although it's damned inconvenient. Hope you have all you need to hunker down by the fire with some good books and wait it out.

Superb photograph, Boots. I couldn't have said it better myself....

No helicopter drops needed yet, M, but freezer contents taking a hammering. And thank goodness for tins. Tomorrow it's dhal . . .

Jay - I shot some video of the Boy leaping about in snow yesterday. Tried to post but haven't quite mastered the technology yet. (But give me time.)

Mater and Wendy - have been tinkering around with iPhoto effects, so impossible to see where blog page ends and photo begins! But fun and handy if camera not on right setting to begin with. Yes, books aplenty to read while curled up by fire. Has to be right sort of book for hunkering, though, wouldn't you agree?


Absolute agree on match between book and hunkering -- so frustrating if one becomes housebound with only "should-reads" or even with only "books to linger over for weeks" rather than "books to gobble in a snowbound afternoon or two." In fact, I really love a mix for hunkering, so that I can balance a decadent few hours with a great mystery against a few hours note-taking over a piece of criticism I've been meaning to work through. Ah, the phenomenology of reading . . . fascinating!

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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