How do you like your Cubism? One Lump or Two.
Need more info on this. Are those cubes anthropomorphic or modern ones ;-):-D:-D:-D
LOL Whats it called when you slide em back up.:-D:-D:-D
Watching Jeremy Vine this morning and his topic on respect. One of the panelist who has a 15 year old daughter said his advice to her was to have respect for herself especially cyber respect for herself as what you put on line stays on line. Good advice which I have always folllowed…but it did make me think.
I am so glad and I guess relieved that I had my teens in a non cyber age as I would definiely still be living down some of the daft and downright dangerous things I got up to. It is bad enough when something from your past pops up at a dinner conversation be it laughable or otherwise so imagine what it must be like now where it is visable for the whole world to view. How many times can you actually die from mortification !!!:shock:
I did say Good advice but again what 15 year old ever listened to a parent. I listened and then went right out and did the opposite because I thought I knew better…and I ask myself would I be any different today even if I was given all the similer warnings and advice we got from a parent.!
Yes we were lucky not to have the internet back in our teenage years, I would just shrivel up with embarrassment if all the things I wrote said and done back then was put in front of me now, especially some of the terribly corny love letters I wrote to my childhood sweetheart.
We just couldn’t listen to good advice like never put anything into writing unless you have to.
Of course it’s all so different when you are a lot older, you know that little things mean so little and nobody gives a damn what an old lad says or writes, provided it’s not offending others that is.
I used to keep a small diary until I was 13, then one day in the school yard it fell out of my back pocket and into the hands a loud mouthed bully who proceeded to read it aloud to all his mates, that was probably the worst day of my childhood. I went home crying and told my older brother who went down sharply to yermans house and gave him a few clatters then took the diary back to me, it was burned in the fire and I never kept a diary again.
I look fondly back on the days when I used to paint Spitty, I, like most serious artists went through all the different periods seeking my true artistic home, I nearly died of depression during my blue period, then it was on to cubism when I was arrested for indecently displaying an exhibition of nude blocks on top of each other, eventually everything was all squared up, they put me in a 8 by 8 square cell in Mountjoy Prison.
Later on my release I tried Rock cocoa but didn’t like it, sooner have Rock Shandy, but surrealism was my true vocation and I was launched into the big time when my finest work, a self portrait “Crick in neck of the artist as a young man” was voted picture of the year by the National Art Gallery of Ireland, it still hangs in the hall there to this day, I haven’t looked back since.;-)
Pickled Onions, I love Um. Mrs Spitty made me a Salad with five Pickled Onions on the plate, I soon devoured them, and asked for five more, of course you can Spitty she said, but that’s Shallot.
That’s shallot :-D, she knows her onions does the right honourable Lady Spitfield.
Below is a self portrait I did the morning after I drank half a bottle of Dan Kelly’s poteen at his fathers wake back in 1990, the Irish Health Board wanted to use it in an ad as a deterrent to young folks thinking of taking up drinking.
Of course the experts among you will know that it’s actually a Picasso self portrait, well he can never be accused of vanity can he, sound man Pablo, let it all hang out warts an all, love his Charles Atlas shoulders and someone took a chunk out of his right upper cheek, but where are his ears? who can tell with Picasso, he’s probably sitting on them.
Rumour has it that Picasso became so lazy in his later years that he handed over his studio to his two pet Gibraltar Monkeys Ying and Yang, and that they are responsible for all work done during this final period, but it’s only a rumour. ;-)
That portrait resembles David Bowie… in parts :-D:-D:-D
From Picasso to Michael Angelo whoever floats yer boat, we all have different tastes, personally I prefer the artists who paint a spade as a spade.
I like this one painted in 1633 by Dutch artist Gerrit Dou, you can even see the dirt on this old geezer’s fingernails, and look at the detail that went into the veins on his hand, I particularly noticed that straight away, norra lorra people can paint like that.
Gerrit Dou was a student of Rembrandt for three years. I looked him up and found this little bit, maybe this is that same hand?
“He is said to have spent five days in painting a hand, and his work was so fine that he found it necessary to manufacture his own brushes” Wiki.
Now that’s what you call dedication to one’s art.
I’m a curious old bugger and I’d love to know what the old lad here was writing.
He seems to be very experienced in paring the quill, only a very confident man would have the knife blade so close to his thumb, he was probably a senior civil servant working overtime, gold ring in ear indicates to me he’s not a poor man, that book looks like a ledger/record of things or peoples taxes, maybe he’s on the fiddle who knows. ;-)
https://i.postimg.cc/TPM8ncQG/Gerrit-Dou-Scholar-sharpening-a-quill-pen.jpg
He obviously does not moisturise, those spectacles would have been on his Chin if he did.
Wifi very very iffy so doing the best I can with very little to work with:-D
Interesting bit of info on Dou and he has a patient face dont you think…mind you I,m the same when I am waiting for bread to rise so it must be a trait some have and some don’t.
Pinch nessy specs have always fascinated me and the question is still…how the heck do they stay put:shock:
I know you don’t do Agatha Christie Solo, but I have to say she was nuts about pince-nez glasses, they are mentioned several times in almost every book she wrote, I believe the name means “Pinch-nose” in French, makes sense, maybe her grandmother wore them, she’s supposed to have based Miss Marple on her very clever grandmother.
Someone could base a new detective book on my missus, it’s impossible to con her, she can anticipate my every move, she never misses a trick, like the time I was planning to go horse riding in the Andes, yes even with my condition, but the plan was foiled, she discovered the brochures in my shed and all was revealed, my dream was shattered.;-)
In all the years I worked as a goldsmith I could never feel comfortable using a jewellers eyeglass, you know the little black things some stick into their eye and leave it there, I always use a hand held strong class instead, one of the small foldable ones that fit neatly into your top pocket.
As I said before I’m the curious type and I notice when I type the word French without a capital “F” the misspelling red line does not appear underneath, but if I do the same with the word American it does, why is that? are some countries names not deserving a capital and others are?
I see God has also lost his capital letter as well, I’m using an apple mac here, an American machine so perhaps seeing that Trump was off on a holy gathering with his fellow evangelists recently maybe he might be able to persuade apple to give God back his capital letter? Strangely enough if you type Vlad the Impaler in without a capital “V” it gets the red line line, methinks the world’s gone upside down and the end is nigh.;-)
A few examples I just typed in, it’s not important, but strange all the same, maybe it’s my settings on the spellchecker, but it’s set to English spelling and I doubt it’s that. Not as smart as they’re made out to be these computers are they?
french cheese. Passes spell check
american cheese, fails spell check.
english cheese. Passes.
chinese cheese. Fails.
russian cheese. fails.
canadian cheese. fails.
german cheese. passes.
cyprus cheese. fails.
irish cheese. fails.
scottish cheese. fails.
iceland cheese. passes (made from seal’s milk, I see it’s on special this week too, the leaflet came through the letterbox this morning)
Seems to me only four countries of the above can be spelt properly without using a capital letter, English, French, and German, Iceland, again I ask why is that? Hard cheese perhaps?
Now everybody stay perfectly still and say cheese, please.
Far be it from me, to Speculate;-)
Jem, could be wrong but I think all the capitals need a Capital.
You hear some strange conversations when your waiting in your doctor’s surgery.
In my doctor’s waiting room the receptionist sits at a horseshoe shaped desk in the centre of the room where she can see everything, there are three land phone lines which ring constantly, the room is always well populated with patients and everyone can hear what the receptionist is saying, albeit only her side of the conversation, the rest is left to your imagination.
I spent nearly an hour there this morning awaiting the results of my annual blood test. (it was OK by the way)
I was only two minutes in the place when one of the phones rang, she answered it then after a short while she switched on the intercom to the doctors office.
“Dr. Kelly, there’s a lady on the phone wants to talk to you, she says she’s got tunnel vision, shall I put her through?”
Then another phone rings.
“Dr. Kelly, it’s that nympho maniac from Ash Buildings again, shall I put her onto you?”
But the eyes on the patients opened wide when another call came in.
“Dr Kelly, it’s that heavy Mrs Murphy again, she hasn’t got an appointment and she’s just caught her backside in her built in wardrobe, she want’s to know when can you squeeze her in?”:shock:
Funny places them doctors waiting rooms, when your not in pain that is.
Poor old Peter Sellers, he was madly in love with Sophia Loren after they made that film, but she wouldn’t have a belt of him, I believe he was very upset about that, ah well you can’t win them all Peter.;-)
A bit of a lull in the gales and rain so wifi is showing a spark of life…
Not a day for thinking of horse riding in the Andes or anywhere for that matter as with this rain and the winds you would be blown there and back before you knew it and all without the pleasure of a decent view.
Know what you mean about doctors receptionist and phone calls…as they dont seem to have what I would call a normal voice when answering calls. I am sure it is a ploy to get you off the phone as quick as possible. Nothing worse is there knowing that whatever ailes you is being hummed and aahed about by a roomfull of eaves droppers all eager for every word.
Still thats the modern way I’m told…but I do hope they will forego the open door policy approach cos that would definitely finish me off completely. I dont mind an earfull but an eyefull is all together a whole different matter. -D:-D
It’s been lovely and sunny here today, a real picture of a Spring day, a bit cold but sure that’s to be expected
The wife and me took the dog for a long walk in the Phoenix Park then a bit of shopping for her in the new shopping centre while the dog and me waited patiently in the tavern, me with a pint of Guinness and him with a saucer full, no need to hurry, no need to worry and everything was at our leisure.
It’s that post office travel insurance ad that irks me, the one about horse riding in the Andes and mountain climbing in the Alps, “WITH YOUR CONDITION!” I find it a bit condescending.
It seems to me that an awful lot of people in advertising these days assume all old people have a “condition”, quite a lot of us oldies who have come through, shall we say the other side of the Van Allen Belt of life (55-65), when everything that can be thrown at your vulnerable body is thrown at it health wise, have a few scars but we don’t all have “conditions” thank you very much.
I’m 74 and never felt better, and according to the doctor, the wife, the kids, and the grandkids I’m in great condition for me age, thank God, and if I had a condition the last thing I’d want to do is go horse riding in the Andes, you know what they say about tempting fate, and look what happened to Christopher Reeve (Superman) when he fell off a horse and he was on level ground at the time of that terrible accident.
God knows we read enough about old “adventurers” being stranded on mountains, stuck in caves, drifting about in the sea after trying to cross the channel single handed, etc., without me adding to the strain on the rescue services, if you have a condition and a few quid over I say to hell with horse riding in the Andes and go out and have a good booze up with your friends while you still can. ;-)
But that’s just my way of seeing it, we all have our own way of getting our kicks, but don’t blame me if you fall off yer horse and spill yer milk, or whatever it was John Wayne said.
Watched an out take of the original Star Trek, Mr Spock had an eye infection and Captain Kirk says to him jokingly “Don’t worry about your Vulcan eye Spock, bones can fix that for you, what about your Vulcan ears?”
“What wrong with my Vulcan ears Captain?”
I don’t for a second believe they were saying the word “Vulcan”,not hard to guess the other word, the pair of them were in a state of hysterical laughter and it took an awful lot of takes to get it right.
My sympathies are with the poor second horse here, I just hope he made it to the weigh in, wouldn’t bet on it though.:-)
https://i.postimg.cc/CLH2DFRk/Cabalgata-Cordon-de-Plata-14-1600x1067.jpg
No matter what the weather etc is like there is always something or someone that does makes you gasp…like on Wednesday there were 82 mph gusts of winds at the Needles and at Ryde it wasn’t much calmer. nor was Sandown. No sailing from Yarmouth either…just boats moored up being bashed about against the harbour walls… and out of the blue 5 and 10 pound notes go flying past and lots of them as well.:shock:
Now they do say if a house was on fire that family member who has been unable to shift for themselves for the past 20 years would be the first out of the door and what caused me to burst out laughing at the flying pound notes was they were being pursued by 3 very elderly irate islanders who apparently had just come out of the bank when the wind snatched their notes out of their hands. Myself and some others managed to catch most of the notes for them but we all saw the funny side to the weather. I would say “Lessons have been learned” but if those islanders have’nt learned by their age they never will. :-D:-D:-D
That poor second horse reminded me of Susan Ball and the shock when she first sang. Fisrt impressions and all that being so wrong. She did a beautiful song about Wild Horses…enjoy
I had a brief relationship with the Daughter of a Christadelphian Brother, she was a real Church “Goer”, I can tell you. it made one wonder, just what the heck was going on.:surprised: