tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430260769567295082023-11-16T12:50:34.525+01:00Shut-Eye TownRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.comBlogger774125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-17086121955764655792013-11-02T11:10:00.002+01:002013-11-02T11:10:18.804+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-25891135195893730002011-10-23T11:08:00.002+02:002011-10-23T11:08:14.556+02:00I'm over here...<br />
<a href="http://oscilis.blogspot.com/">http://oscilis.blogspot.com/</a>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-32822545853499257772011-10-19T11:45:00.000+02:002011-10-19T11:45:55.272+02:00Test Flight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i89br6Zy_cH88dVrKgKFp1pnseFQ0IB7YLgl2LV18Ha2vrd1vNAAC_uV8pxJHBsvpk0AiyotXue4ifkLiaLuRDUWG7xYuSBaLmB6P01BU1ktzNYR4B72ocBZRz5R7nAlio-rtqBZTi0/s1600/testflight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i89br6Zy_cH88dVrKgKFp1pnseFQ0IB7YLgl2LV18Ha2vrd1vNAAC_uV8pxJHBsvpk0AiyotXue4ifkLiaLuRDUWG7xYuSBaLmB6P01BU1ktzNYR4B72ocBZRz5R7nAlio-rtqBZTi0/s320/testflight.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>Click to enlarge if you have nothing to do. Sort of up and running again after computer and general chaos in the universe. Probably two inches to the left of where my brain usually sits but at least it is breathing.<br />
Cobalt blue skies, the pumpkins are too big to lift up, guitar starts on Friday...Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-10167842482880969412011-10-13T11:11:00.002+02:002011-10-13T11:11:29.946+02:00Errgggg, having been Googlebotted to bits I am now completely lost as to where exactly is the blog....or what it is called...<span style="color: #3d85c6;">....<span style="color: #cc0000;">...???</span></span>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-87166986155803802302011-10-09T11:24:00.000+02:002011-10-09T11:24:49.032+02:00Erm....splutter etc.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwggedQOQBxkHlbKNPaOV4j-mYUbBdHsrPE_XT9_VckwccIJv4JdxmU9TbufFqmqQCZODm6F3Nxb2RvwhaxsMP4I_Bb1fU6wRXVlOl6LvjRaZmf6pKoOWYYeFwJ4YMHMUapxtxMEyuEnA/s1600/mushroomsblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwggedQOQBxkHlbKNPaOV4j-mYUbBdHsrPE_XT9_VckwccIJv4JdxmU9TbufFqmqQCZODm6F3Nxb2RvwhaxsMP4I_Bb1fU6wRXVlOl6LvjRaZmf6pKoOWYYeFwJ4YMHMUapxtxMEyuEnA/s320/mushroomsblue.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Busy chasing swallows and vultures, dodging Roman ghosts and exploding guitars (yes, honestly, the dry mountain air dissolves wood glue). Heading downhill in a couple of weeks, new blog forming "Shut-Eye Town". I'll catch you there...I hope....signing off before internet connection fizzles out.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-51779832490492880252011-08-27T13:29:00.001+02:002011-08-27T17:32:24.604+02:00Knight Sleeping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTATnxua04Oa6zxCTREn3nsLy4h2GjG0bfijKdo_PRO55BtuLXYUuEiHxSvJKWqaoi_rz-eJDynGk2pEXNRJv7huIecDzIxbJhXzjXaUWY4p7IaBjBletsxorcgFG9FMIA3qkNDRghsbM/s1600/knightsleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTATnxua04Oa6zxCTREn3nsLy4h2GjG0bfijKdo_PRO55BtuLXYUuEiHxSvJKWqaoi_rz-eJDynGk2pEXNRJv7huIecDzIxbJhXzjXaUWY4p7IaBjBletsxorcgFG9FMIA3qkNDRghsbM/s320/knightsleeping.jpg" width="281" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's a button in the filter gallery (Photoshop) which says "displace" and like the bottle in Alice through the looking glass (do not drink me) I click on displace from time to time just to see what it does...so the above background is a fractal I displaced twice, ha, ha, with a drawing on top. The knight is sleeping...and, being a nitpicker...I think...what kind of knight would go to sleep with his helmet on? So, in this drawing this is a knight that drank some tea made out of some Datura Stramonium leaves because he thought it was a particularly lovely lily...but it wasn't...so he immediately fell into a coma...which is why he has still has his headgear on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-20095416149129413752011-08-25T16:24:00.000+02:002011-08-25T16:24:33.873+02:00Aeons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUkbTlVjQqTt59AOmMRqgiJ0-Kv4UYxPFrvlK4uShSojZiJ5fwTfrE3DjbBtm66Or3q4CCl_allAk0CuWEcytGUJK3J7xE1MnI1HosO6RTZK4aiG3RPE3F3LgARzl3UYdGn8zQMVjIho/s1600/lonelycrusader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUkbTlVjQqTt59AOmMRqgiJ0-Kv4UYxPFrvlK4uShSojZiJ5fwTfrE3DjbBtm66Or3q4CCl_allAk0CuWEcytGUJK3J7xE1MnI1HosO6RTZK4aiG3RPE3F3LgARzl3UYdGn8zQMVjIho/s320/lonelycrusader.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>The lottery seller, the coffeemaker, the checkout ladies are in warrior mode. The sickeningly high temperatures for the last six weeks have turned normally peace loving people into purple faced (except for tourists and the French who are polished chestnut), dripping, heartpounding, close to exhaustion, monsters (myself included).<br />
However, after an hour listening to the guitarist below I have reduced heartbeat to around the pulse of a small race horse and discovered some nifty effects in Photoshop.<br />
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Two (chestnut polished) Russians outside invisible wife's gate yesterday as I was shlepping back from the rubbish run. The rubbish bins have turned into some giant biological process due to excessive temperatures. If there's a big bang and a new world comes into being don't say I didn't warn you.<br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-46376047756346847102011-08-24T16:14:00.000+02:002011-08-24T16:14:27.383+02:00Tons e Semitons- Paulinho Nogueira<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RFmNIi7DGTE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-31473292570209089312011-08-23T13:00:00.000+02:002011-08-23T13:00:55.994+02:00Swimming lesson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U99589s5H3tfvYETYRBN-8EgFDmdEvjJSpZzkFI5-MIDgcpCIQInssDUK9R8elM_mL-JV-1EPZT9OqDJaWfefhUODGjPiqsXbiZ-qBvIUX6ZvXrO6jdbbIhFeVanXW96188NUTTx2Ko/s1600/ratbag23aug1024px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U99589s5H3tfvYETYRBN-8EgFDmdEvjJSpZzkFI5-MIDgcpCIQInssDUK9R8elM_mL-JV-1EPZT9OqDJaWfefhUODGjPiqsXbiZ-qBvIUX6ZvXrO6jdbbIhFeVanXW96188NUTTx2Ko/s320/ratbag23aug1024px.jpg" width="225" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The invisible wife has a new fellow. A lean, mean fighting- machine with a bullet-like head, and a handlebar moustache. For some extraordinary reason he has recently rebuilt her garden wall to dizzying heights and adorned the gatepost with a large plaster lion (white). I like to think I am vaguely observant but to my astonishment I suddenly see that there are four more plaster lions guarding two of the houses on the other side of the street. I have never noticed them before. Why not? These lions would be knee height if they descended from their columns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But it still leaves me with the problem of what has happened to Henry, husband of invisible wife? He was here a few weeks ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The heatwave continues.</div><br />
Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-27325781258167572872011-08-21T15:14:00.000+02:002011-08-21T15:14:06.597+02:00Ola de calor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJP6NlnyMc_aNQQF6qe__3J5GbhUrqnRSaE_mqg0b6mQcUrauc_V-4sid3sktNV_TQmdazOqVVF7atoRXCPZCRYoFuOvoZVFO8-zKJQ5K1ioUh6g_RWvdWfP9Qj_Gea_Rdc9-Gg0BB7Kk/s1600/jugglerpink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJP6NlnyMc_aNQQF6qe__3J5GbhUrqnRSaE_mqg0b6mQcUrauc_V-4sid3sktNV_TQmdazOqVVF7atoRXCPZCRYoFuOvoZVFO8-zKJQ5K1ioUh6g_RWvdWfP9Qj_Gea_Rdc9-Gg0BB7Kk/s400/jugglerpink.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shuffle, plod, splash, shuffle, plod , too hot now to venture outside until eight this evening. Tried a bit of cycling, drawing, playing, but am losing the battle and listening to the afternoon play which is infuriatingly like an Agatha Christie story. "If I were capable of killing her I would have done it there and then."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The above coloured in with Corel Painter 4. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just noticed this morning that the local Halal butcher shop is called "La Paz". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-34073421462773936082011-08-20T17:29:00.000+02:002011-08-20T17:29:16.886+02:00Juggler with small dog in disguise.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_SwOE4d7g-y73WeG7MdNIIvzpL-n2mgZ-XjSaYWJm7l8kZL2a2uR1k99xqv5TPxtdSiij-CO_fKrsSG2ukcc3qK-urUt8iuFh46AY2XuonogYhHPe5-zIizfVMCmNMe6IEPoWkcIwuY/s1600/juggler7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_SwOE4d7g-y73WeG7MdNIIvzpL-n2mgZ-XjSaYWJm7l8kZL2a2uR1k99xqv5TPxtdSiij-CO_fKrsSG2ukcc3qK-urUt8iuFh46AY2XuonogYhHPe5-zIizfVMCmNMe6IEPoWkcIwuY/s400/juggler7.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pictures still duplicating themselves in the artwork folder....aaaarrrgggggg...32 degrees...figs splitting, fruit flies. Breaking down and heading for a gin and tonic in about two hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Computer has gone mental. Gie us a break, Jimmy.</div><br />
Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-79310562125411266512011-08-19T13:03:00.000+02:002011-08-19T13:03:47.580+02:00Pacific Orcas<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eReuSw4Le10?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-67360963923475582402011-08-19T12:40:00.000+02:002011-08-19T12:40:19.622+02:00Farewell, by Sergio Assad<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XOyhbGMvhXo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-14426669839671623722011-08-19T11:42:00.000+02:002011-08-19T11:42:49.350+02:00The man in the piano<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwUhzMouFB7M2wpODJZixV-1Lf4lDpxFPo80Cm-O2dGyem7L5Xqh9cC3lRfgCV3aEUjXQ2_w7vFKdu8CvrxhzJTVRALcpDoZK2YuzQqbfetB3mYKDVdIjym9A8x0u6x3_epsiEL5dmn8/s1600/themaninthepiano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwUhzMouFB7M2wpODJZixV-1Lf4lDpxFPo80Cm-O2dGyem7L5Xqh9cC3lRfgCV3aEUjXQ2_w7vFKdu8CvrxhzJTVRALcpDoZK2YuzQqbfetB3mYKDVdIjym9A8x0u6x3_epsiEL5dmn8/s320/themaninthepiano.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>When I was small I had an old Victorian piano and there was a face inlayed in the wood like this one here. I never forgot the face or the fact that the sneaky parents sold the piano when I wasn't looking. I still wonder where it is...<br />
Here is a clip to remind one it is better to see the funny side of things sometimes. Click the film about the man in the bath...<br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-11675907694140907262011-08-18T16:34:00.000+02:002011-08-18T16:34:43.312+02:00Bedtime Stories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Or8YkXPCucsub5q2mr3NSwIokIrSCGSZ2IC-qZOrJDysbkp_j66jAMHuxucXt1tDdYJnocV2cEnS31pA26LVpKRAZqc3NwAJo-0m_o-f8aX_6NQM1pzysJMwAaJipbAA-mem-zQ6RAg/s1600/scareybedtime3+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Or8YkXPCucsub5q2mr3NSwIokIrSCGSZ2IC-qZOrJDysbkp_j66jAMHuxucXt1tDdYJnocV2cEnS31pA26LVpKRAZqc3NwAJo-0m_o-f8aX_6NQM1pzysJMwAaJipbAA-mem-zQ6RAg/s400/scareybedtime3+copy.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Drawing of many-armed fellow done by the one and only many years ago. I've coloured it in and added bits. I wonder how much genetics play a part in what people choose as subject matter in drawings? </div><br />
Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-42898847034170446122011-08-18T16:24:00.002+02:002011-08-18T16:26:48.987+02:00Black, white and red all over.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIXI483-DRRqDNjoZAABZdYwIE9cM-cX_AH-UfH0P4kWcnTK6PEgicsi78BFdSWL0Rx5b8AH-fSUnGGRo2FQAf06a71nFMtbgvuKgfJPNV-OlBxGPkGB6oe0MNyeVjThGmUlysCreFCI/s1600/mangalady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIXI483-DRRqDNjoZAABZdYwIE9cM-cX_AH-UfH0P4kWcnTK6PEgicsi78BFdSWL0Rx5b8AH-fSUnGGRo2FQAf06a71nFMtbgvuKgfJPNV-OlBxGPkGB6oe0MNyeVjThGmUlysCreFCI/s320/mangalady.jpg" width="309" /></a></div>Help! I keep my artwork in folders according to the year I did them. 2011 is replicating everything by the second. It's making four or five copies of each drawing.....and I have thousands of drawings in each folder. Does anyone know how to fix this? ....Please!<br />
Sleepwalking at a new time high. I'm still turning into a lizard but now armed with tubes of chemicals to fight the demons.<br />
The town is breathing a sigh of relief that the end of summer madness is within sight.<br />
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The above done in Manga studio. There's probably fourteen copies of it by now....Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-19554884819158713572011-08-15T16:34:00.001+02:002011-08-15T16:34:56.232+02:00<embed src="http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/flash/ONFflvplayer-gama.swf" width="516" height="337" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="mID=IDOBJ14353&bufferTime=10&width=516&height=337&image=http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/nfb_tube/thumbs_large/2010/The-Apprentice_BIG.jpg&showWarningMessages=false&streamNotFoundDelay=15&lang=en&getPlaylistOnEnd=true&playlist_id=REL179&embeddedMode=true"></embed>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-6449755553991575622011-08-15T16:23:00.000+02:002011-08-15T16:23:09.554+02:00<embed src="http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/flash/ONFflvplayer-gama.swf" width="516" height="337" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="mID=IDOBJ5621&bufferTime=10&width=516&height=337&image=http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/nfb_tube/thumbs_large/2009/Thefamilythatdweltapart_big.jpg&showWarningMessages=false&streamNotFoundDelay=15&lang=en&getPlaylistOnEnd=true&playlist_id=REL179&embeddedMode=true"></embed>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-83859425963205063082011-08-14T14:23:00.000+02:002011-08-14T14:23:41.072+02:00Or in colour...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZJZsvdwLCDdfNFm224lavfxKaR8LO4CtnU3Hx4M56D1u4KdwHrbSMWgQo_8IAZkNLGn-2cfhQl7AWSTF-V3onzPeMEVBZ4rXQcatgNJJMPEEsT1VVcu2CrOzc6r_AvpmXAXLSIedM9E/s1600/ratbagaug14-1024colour+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZJZsvdwLCDdfNFm224lavfxKaR8LO4CtnU3Hx4M56D1u4KdwHrbSMWgQo_8IAZkNLGn-2cfhQl7AWSTF-V3onzPeMEVBZ4rXQcatgNJJMPEEsT1VVcu2CrOzc6r_AvpmXAXLSIedM9E/s320/ratbagaug14-1024colour+copy.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Fish chowder beckons...<br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-60612935003381027382011-08-14T12:21:00.000+02:002011-08-14T12:21:52.722+02:00Ratbag Sunday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFESvnS4-hm4K_dqoCb-2cosu2KzBZ35Ho6c6F7ETOwp_eMy2Dmv_X394ag94ld49vaeHZAahMXTuMah_TnTDDZkSj09l_ZITfsh5Rjg_do75_ei71E2Zgk872vm520G9wdBhJoExj4Q/s1600/ratbagaug14-1024+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFESvnS4-hm4K_dqoCb-2cosu2KzBZ35Ho6c6F7ETOwp_eMy2Dmv_X394ag94ld49vaeHZAahMXTuMah_TnTDDZkSj09l_ZITfsh5Rjg_do75_ei71E2Zgk872vm520G9wdBhJoExj4Q/s320/ratbagaug14-1024+copy.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>Click image to enlarge if you're not in a hurry<br />
I am well aware that I start many things and never finish them so I am trying to alter my brain patterns before I run out of time. Severe lunar activity is prompting me to actually try and put together a book of cartoons and self-publish like the rest of the world on Lulu or wherever.<br />
I urge you to listen to the music below. I cannot understand why the whole world doesn't know of this composer. Managed to buy two tracks from iTunes...and a remarkable app...that names all the stars in the sky, plus drawings of constellations, plus satellites...and, and, and...but I love any kind of gadgets. In September I will be plodding through starlit fields and going...hey....wha....look.....wow....<br />
Oh, and does anybody know of any computer software that can record guitar playing and turn it into sheet music?...I guess not yet. <br />
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Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-34910720174573413252011-08-13T11:51:00.000+02:002011-08-13T11:51:01.513+02:00Excerpts: Ola Gjeilo's 'Sunrise Mass' (choir and string orchestra)<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tcj2549Ih_A?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-14832997059335240212011-08-13T11:47:00.000+02:002011-08-13T11:47:41.641+02:00Ola Gjeilo's "Dark Night of the Soul" performed by the USC Thornton Cham...<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6SBuLU5sdys?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-76382216255064221382011-08-12T16:16:00.000+02:002011-08-12T16:16:39.498+02:00Smoking dancers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLZBY_iHNwRGXDE5FbLT2uUOV5ifnwMMU2qA9GDGQgQCzAUp48qGxeXyKO37ULx2URyVP-CNo1GkBi5ydCo8W8bl8OkFBN16oQTQ1M11EYPfe8FtAp5Iju5S5LtCuyTK7yQ61lfNpqJI/s1600/bailadora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLZBY_iHNwRGXDE5FbLT2uUOV5ifnwMMU2qA9GDGQgQCzAUp48qGxeXyKO37ULx2URyVP-CNo1GkBi5ydCo8W8bl8OkFBN16oQTQ1M11EYPfe8FtAp5Iju5S5LtCuyTK7yQ61lfNpqJI/s400/bailadora.jpg" width="278" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">New musical act in town on the beach. Three guitarists, two chattering dancers who avidly rolled their own cigarettes next to me as they waited their turn. Giant moon over a silver sea. Very excited small people in the audience who couldn't help but fling armfuls of sand onto the portable dance floor. So much so that one of the dancers stomped off and returned with a broom, thus ensuring clouds of sand floated up into the air and back down onto the heads of excited small people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Very, very small, sleep-deprived child gently removed from falling onto portable spotlight. Many more small children playing tug-of -war with the cables round the back of portable dance floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sleep-deprived mother found somewhere over by the bar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, as it happens, one of the dancers has a cousin in the province of Soria not a million miles away from the magic village...and...as it happens, both dancers are renting a house in this very street...which makes the street a lot more interesting than it was yesterday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><br />
Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-46626362882260310832011-08-11T16:37:00.000+02:002011-08-11T16:37:39.416+02:00TONY WILSON /MICK ROBERTS FOLK THE SNOW IT MELTS THE SOONEST<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hm5SzpBhqHk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843026076956729508.post-10751101292591678612011-08-10T11:03:00.000+02:002011-08-10T11:03:07.164+02:00The custard is setting.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPr8A2DQpCV3A6Ds4tO4HLFgwayybPy0PMTmrZbzTqsREzERxEd6h8BKn3_Nen1KzJ4Qkjt_sJw9qn5DHsCv_zIFhJenZWWWcnbo437P8BhvM1SlqesubBDNBtcOeQiRJaPN-bMvN2oVA/s1600/spiralhat+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPr8A2DQpCV3A6Ds4tO4HLFgwayybPy0PMTmrZbzTqsREzERxEd6h8BKn3_Nen1KzJ4Qkjt_sJw9qn5DHsCv_zIFhJenZWWWcnbo437P8BhvM1SlqesubBDNBtcOeQiRJaPN-bMvN2oVA/s400/spiralhat+copy.jpg" width="376" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't see dead people...I see these guys...mostly harmless...but you never know. I would like to let them loose on the streets of London to encourage them to chase the hooded, stickfigures. How can those not yet grown assles cause such damage? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Scots remain hidden in the glens.</div><br />
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