Being a melting pot of languages, English is a language of description – insert Tab B and fold etc. In my ‘word-travels’ I have discovered that other languages seem to concentrate more on the essence of a word than the descriptive nature, leaving the listener to ‘fill in the blanks’,
Life Lists
Bread Was a Nickel
I am a child of the 60’s, no surprise there with the recycled denim bags and macrame bracelets I post about on here. But I am also an engineer of the new millennium, building and fixing systems that will be broadcasting you the evening news long after I have hung
Life Recycling
Knot Too Hot Now!
I have had a Lee Valley mug for over 30 years now, 3 trips across Canada, years in the States, this has been one of the best mugs I have ever had. With one minor issue… The handle is hot! I like my coffee hot and black (2 sugars, no
Poetry
Chasing Dreams
“We’ll do it all – Everything – On our own” A single notein a crowded marketbetween the awnings,bajjis, coffee beansand hand-spun woola single seagullin my minds’ earmid-sentence haltsunglasses hiding painleaking from the corners. lying flat on the sandwatching elephantsrabbits and snoopiescavorting to a vapour zoobeneath an azure big topand the
Recycling
From Browsers to Trousers
My ‘geek-life’ involves 2 laptops, a linux box and 3 very large monitors. Needless to say ‘focus’ is the keyword from 8:30am (usually anytime after 7am) til about 5pm (with the odd evening or overnight session). My work can get stressful at times, not the geekstuff as much as the
Life
Beachcombing
(From the unpublished recollections – ‘K444 – Growing Up In The Shadow of A Rusty Boat’) When you grow up so close to the sea that high tide in a storm means logs on the front lawn, beachcombing becomes a way of life long before the first bell rings for