Sunday, February 28, 2010

TFE's Eternal Bus of Belief - Heavenwards This Monday

Oh well, not too hard this week. Thoughts on eternity. Which was too big a topic for me, so I've tip-toed right round the edges.
For the links to all the other ticket-holders, see TFE's blog, here:
http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-could-be-heaven-this-could-be-hell.html

Only one decision to make: upstairs or downstairs?


My Tautological Religious Soul

My father never coveted,
nor, to the best of my knowledge,
killed another human being.
Two out of ten, an average score.
My mother, too busy for sin,
only failed in respect to her progenitors,
as one disappeared with a French woman
after the War, whilst the other chose
to solace herself with any alcohol
she could lay her lips to.
In fact, mother was too busy
for God, save the hymn
“For those in peril on the sea”,
her brothers being naval men.
No religious soul, therefore,
came from them.
Perhaps my fate was Solomon sealed
by choice of convent school
for my primary education.
The gliding, black, Saint Mary’s
Sisters of Mercy turning my head
with their Old Testament tales
and Jesus in plaster agony
on every classroom wall.
However, when caught
in any misdemeanour
and Sister Xavier warned
that God would know if I was lying,
which was worse than the original sin,
I still lied to get off.
They gave me the history,
the myths and the mystery
but no religious soul
came from them.
Big school, and my Jewish best friends?
They gifted we goyim with an early finish
every Friday, so that they could be
home before sunset for the Shabbat.
But no.
Or bigger school, and the majesty
and martyrdom of Canterbury Cathedral
for every single Sunday service?
I’d rather have stayed in bed.
With Rick Wykes, actually,
a sin I finally realised.
So no.
Perhaps Mr Haji, our Iman?
The prayer he said
with every sheep whose throat he cut;
his Ramadan abstinence
which made him prone to fainting
that merciless month
until Eid restored vitality
with all-day death and feasting?
No.

I have seen the worst man can do,
there is a hell,
and my share of dead bodies too.

I know what remains
is not missing, but an absence.
We are more than we thought.

You see, I have faith,
a religious soul
and there is no reason for that.

Until we meet again.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Theme Day - Passageway

Theme day this month for March 1st on Photo-a-day is to post a photo of a passageway. This is a passageway for the train track in Bellefonte. This track goes past The Gamble Mill restaurant to your left. The rustic colored building. The Gamble Mill also displays local art on their wall for everyone to enjoy while eating.
Sitting on the right is a Uni-Mart.

Here's looking in the other direction in the same location.


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Camera Critters and Pet Pride - Tucker


Tucker looking at the camera while trying to take a rest.

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Shadow Shot - See Saw



This is a photo for the Shadow Shot meme. To find more participants of Shadow Shot click here: Shadow Shot Sunday

Friday, February 26, 2010

No, I haven't been watching the Winter Olympics...


But my computer's death is imminent, work has been interminable, and husband seems to have been on mainly 18 hour shifts this week.
And now he's off to the Scottish Police Ski Championships for the weekend (with my very grudging permission).
One highlight of the week was the resurrection of the Open Mic nights in Dumfries, in a decent venue (So You!) at which the guest poetry slot was taken by John Burns and the music slot by a man whose name I cannot quite remember (into my 3rd G+T by then) but may have been Dave Gibb, and whose lyrics were incredibly, laugh-out-loud funny in his two "light relief" songs. He could also sing and play well (acoustic guitar), which I suppose is a bit of prerequisite for a musician (not my area of expertise). It was a really good, well-attended night.
And I read, and got invited back to do a guest slot myself as well as run a workshop later on.
Anyway, hoping to catch up with everyone over the weekend, though the likelihood of my getting round to the Mesoamerican prehistory post I wanted to write is now unlikely (have just seen Mel Gibson's Apocalypto). This is my jungle!

I am off to crawl into a bed-shaped hole.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Sky Watch Friday - Guns in Boalsburg


These guns are in place at the Boalsburg military museum. It was a cloudy day. I took this photo about the 3rd week in January. Boalsburg is about a 15 min. drive from Bellefonte.

To see more participants of Sky Watch Friday go here: http://skyley.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

ABC Wed. - "F" = Fire Hydrants

While looking around to find my "F" post for ABC Wed., these fire hydrants caught my attention. Here's some colors of fire hydrants you'll find around our area. What's wrong with these pictures? What ever happened to good ole fire engine red?





Well, at last, I found a good ole red fire hydrant. Not in State College, Not in Bellefonte, but they have them in Centre Hall, about a 15 minute drive from Bellefonte.


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Monday, February 22, 2010

Ruby Tuesday & My World Meme's - Baby's Diner

Today I bring you back to the 50s with Baby's Diner Restaurant. I haven't been there for awhile but always thought they make the best hamburgers and shakes. They have little juke boxes by each booth. I took my kids there when they were little and they love this place. If you weren't born in the 50s (I wasn't born yet) you get a great feel for what it must have been like. I know my parents would probably go down memory lane if they went in here. I need to take them there sometime. This is in downtown State College, about a 20 minute drive from Bellefonte.


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And, click on this link for That's My World Tuesday This is a meme to show you a little part of my world.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

TFE: The Monday Challenge!

I'd hate to miss the bus, and at least I have learnt two valuable lessons from this week's prompt.
1. Never empty your handbag
2. I cannot write an acrostic poem in ten minutes (horrendous weekend).

But not to be deterred, here it is, and you may at least admire my handbag, marvel at my favourite carpet and be utterly bemused by what I carry about with me every day. I should make it clear that I was never a Boy Scout, nor a Girl Guide. Ever.


Countdown To London 2012

Torch
Haribo Horror Mix
Embroidery Christmas Tree

Three bank cards: different names
Etched glass roundel
Runestone necklace
Rubbish
One pair of grey boy’s socks
Receipts
Invitation
Sunglasses in case
Three passports: different names
Silver whistles

Hairspray: caution, flammable
Arthritis Care Helpline card
Nokia phone guide
Drugs
Batteries: AA
A sole blue paperclip
Gilchrist and Soames Mending Kit

Umbrella: telescopic
Notebook and pens
Vivienne and friends envelope
English currency
Irish currency
Lighter: gas, red
EasyJet letter: confirmation for the Games
Driving Licences: different names



Links to other works can be found at TFE's, right here: http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/2010/02/mule-train-no-not-mule-trainpoetry-bus.html

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Camera Critters and Pet Pride - Gray Kitty

Sunday is Pet Pride and Camera Critters meme's. Here's a photo of one my sister's cats sitting on the window sill on her closed in porch. She has three cats, one dog, and two horses right now. I wanted to do a silhouette of this cat looking out the window.

Here's the same gray cat where you can see his color in the light.


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Thursday, February 18, 2010

You Want Sandstone - I Got Sandstone!


Lincluden is an area of Dumfries. Basically, it’s a large council housing estate (or scheme, as they are known in Scotland). It’s not the most deprived council estate I’ve known (and I knew the Knowle West and Hartcliffe estates in Bristol very well) but it’s got its share, as they say. The Lincluden Youth Team having been working very hard on local PR, however, spray-painting “LYT” on every fixed object they can including, somewhat delightfully, a parked police vehicle once. Which they also smashed up a bit.
All that aside, I was working there today, and took the opportunity to go and see something you don’t usually expect to find on the very edge of a council estate.
This.


Which is Lincluden Collegiate Church.

The story of Lincluden Collegiate Church begins in about 1160. It was originally a priory for “Black”, or Benedictine nuns, founded by Uchtred, the second son of Fergus, Lord of Galloway.
But towards the close of the 14th century, Archibald, 3rd Earl of Douglas and Lord of Galloway, (better known as Archibald the Grim) expelled the nuns, for “insolence” and other irregularities, and converted the establishment into a collegiate church, with a provost and 12 canons - later, a provost, 8 canons, 24 bedesmen, and a chaplain. He was granted permission by the Pope to do all this, and the college took over the buildings of the priory, which comprised a priory church with a range of domestic buildings to its north.


Extensive building works to make Lincluden a much grander establishment were under way through most of the 1400s. Part of the renovation was to accommodate the spectacular tomb of Princess Margaret in a rebuilt choir after her death in 1450. She had been the daughter of King Robert III of Scotland and was the widow of the 4th Earl of Douglas (another Archibald).

And this would be a good point to interpose the excellent Hugh McMillan's poem, The Stone Princess. Hugh is one of Scotland's finest poets, and blogs at http://drumsleet.blogspot.com/

The Stone Princess

In a landscape of mud
past sentry posts of gutted fridge
sandstone rises dead
like a city from the sea.
Water from lintels
and shattered frets of window
pools in her tomb.
Once an intricate miracle of carving,
she’s smooth as a fish, her head a grape
but there are still priests
to chalk ghosts on stone,
teats and eyes.
They sit and drink,
touch her belly for luck,
fuck here.
Like her, they’ve lost all
their Anglo-Norman angles on life.

It's thought that a lot of the finer rebuilding of Lincluden in the early 1400s was done by Paris-born John Morow, who produced similar work at Melrose Abbey and Paisley Abbey.


The Reformation of 1560 inevitably brought change to Lincluden Collegiate Church, as it did to all religious communities across Scotland. Lincluden was attacked and badly damaged by Protestant reformers. Repairs were quickly completed by William Douglas, the younger brother of the last Provost of the college, for the considerable sum of £3,000. This proved a sound investment when he was then granted the college and associated "mansion" (probably the rebuilt north range) by his brother.


After passing through various hands the buildings of Lincluden Collegiate Church were abandoned by 1700, and then used as a quarry until 1882 when the laird stepped in to consolidate and tidy up the ruins. The church was later passed into State care and is now looked after by Historic Scotland. And entry is completely free.


The rest of the pictures are annotated with extracts from the History of the Burgh of Dumfries, by William McDowell (2nd edition, 1873).

"Of the tracery of the windows, enough only remains to show how rich, beautiful, and varied it had been. The patterns, with a tendency to the French Flamboyant character, are strictly geometrical. "


"The provosts of Lincluden were in general men of considerable eminence; and several held high offices of state. Among them were John Cameron (d. 1446), who became secretary, lord-privy-seal, and chancellor of the kingdom, archbishop of Glasgow, and one of the delegates of the Scottish Church to the council of Basel; John Winchester (d. 1458), afterwards bishop of Moray; John Methven, secretary of state and an ambassador of the court; James Lindsay, keeper of the privy seal, and an ambassador to England; Andrew Stewart (d. 1501), dean of faculty of the University of Glasgow, and afterwards bishop of Moray; George Hepburn, lord-treasurer of Scotland; William Stewart (d. 1545), lord-treasurer of Scotland, and afterwards bishop of Aberdeen; and Robert Douglas, the eighteenth and last provost, a bastard son of Sir James Douglas of Drumlanrig, who was appointed in 1547, and was allowed to enjoy the benefice for 40 years after the Reformation."


"So late as Yule tide 1586, Lord Maxwell had mass sung openly in the church on three days running. Robert Douglas's grand-nephew, William Douglas, the heir of Drumlanrig, obtained a reversion of the provostry, and, after Robert's death, enjoyed its property and revenues during his own life. Succeeding to the family estates of Drumlanrig, and created afterwards Viscount Drumlanrig, and next Earl of Queensberry, he got vested in himself and his heirs the patronage and tithes of the churches of Terregles, Lochrutton, Colvend, Kirkbean, and Caerlaverock, belonging to the college, and also a small part of its lands."


Any historical inaccuracies or omissions will soon be corrected/added by the pedant up the road.


Simply have to add this link in order to relieve a rather dry, historical post. I suggested as a marketing ploy for her new book, Secret Graces, that Kathryn Magendie should read butt-naked. Hot dang, as she would say, she's only gone and done it.
http://tendergraces.blogspot.com/2010/02/nekkid-reading-of-secret-graces-so-let.html

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Sky Watch Friday - Trees

I couldn't just post one photo today of tree's, so here are several. I took these photos before we had the big snow storm.
Trail past the tree to the tower..

Tree down a driveway...

A lone tree out in a field...


To see more participants of Sky Watch Friday go here: http://skyley.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

ABC Wed. - "E" = Empty Nest


My grandson, age 6, took this photo in the summer. All the bird nests are empty now. The birds like to build a nest under our porch every spring. It's been really cold and for the past two weeks snowing heavily. We had about another 2 to 3" of snow last night. We have snow flurries this morning yet. I bet it's been a hard winter for the birds if they didn't fly south.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Ruby Tuesday & My World Memes - Gas Prices


Today is a meme called Ruby Tuesday and you need to post something red. Another meme is My World where you post a photo of what's going on in your world. Today this covers both. I thought I'd post about gas prices. Sheetz is a convenience store and popular in our area. The name Sheetz comes from the owners last name.

You can see the gas prices here that we had in our area in early January. The prices have come down since then. Saturday, the price of regular gas came down to $2.69 a gallon. What's your gas prices in your area?

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And, click on this link for That's My World Tuesday This is a meme to show you a little part of my world.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The scrap shoppe giveaway

hello all you need to go over and leave a comment for a chance to win!! ck it out
http://mmscrapshoppe.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-for-another-giveaway.html

the tote they are giving away is soooo freaking cute!

Happy Valentine's Day: ArtSparker's Challenge

The challenge can be found here:
http://artsparktheatre.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentines-day-challenge.html
Basically, it was to collage a playing card for Valentine's Day.

The Titus Collective therefore proudly presents;





Happy Valentine's Day!

Camera Critters - Reindeer


This reindeer is in front of one of the businesses in Boalsburg, about a 15 minute drive from Bellefonte. They usually have this reindeer out all year I believe. Sorry, I don't remember what this business is as I've never been in it. I will have to take a look next time I'm over that way.

To see more participants of Camera Critters hosted by Misty, go here: http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/

Friday, February 12, 2010

Happy Valentines Day


Valentines Day is Sunday, so Happy Valentines Day. I noticed this house all decorted in Valentine's.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Valentines Day----wtf??

I know it's supposed to be the day of "love" but you know I prefer the little things that happen randomly here and there. Things like when I am sitting here at my laptop scrapping at night and all of a sudden gil comes in the room and says here babe--and its a bowl of frosted flakes (my fav!!) now how did he know I needed a little something sweet?--hehe! ooooorrrr--he know I like to play the lotto or some scratch offs always hoping to win BIG--well we can be out running around doing errands and stop to get a soda and he will come back with one or the other for me--and the best thing ever is when its cold (for me that is always) he will loving just pull over and buy me a hot chocolate---see for me that's valentines day---every day. don't get me wrong if he wants to celebrate valentines day on valentines day --you know I am not going to say no but its not necessary because its all the little things that make it seem like valentines day throughout the year!! Hope everyone has a wonderful day full of love no matter how you celebrate!!

Zrock's Gallery: goofy

Zrock's Gallery: goofy


This is also for the candy shoppe designs challenge--to use an arrow--ok I think I got that in on this one--hehe!

Geography and Natural History - Art and Words!

Luckily, when I'm under pressure, I have two other creatives to fall back on. Anyway, this stuff papers my living room and kitchen, so why shouldn't you put up with it too?

So two new works by the small ones. Twin 1 is having a big "Abstract Art" phase at the moment, so having perused some Mondrians and Rothkos he came up with this, entitled "North Light"



And in a bit more detail.



For which he composed this poem.

Green Light

Green light at the pole
all silent here and there
for fox, rabbit, owl and bears.
Ship to it, fly to it,
all get frozen in.

It happens then that day
you get frozen away,
it all happens that way
so let us pray.

Whilst the best I could come up with was;

Northern Lights

Aurora Borealis.
What a mouthful that is.

Twin 2, meanwhile, is heavily into creating insect posters at the moment, so here's the latest;


Apologies that you can't read the words, perhaps the one important fact is that Stag Beetles have a "Killer Rating" of 8. Out of 10.

And then he composed;

The Stag Beetle

The Stag Beetle,
with its terrible jaws
and crunching claws,
it can fight and bite
and that’s not all.
It fights over the female.
It can climb about six bales of straw.
It pushes other males off branches
and once it’s got the female
it sometimes just pushes her off too.
It really is no harm to me nor you,
but if there’s lots, only one thing to do,
just let them get you.

The Stag Beetle,
with its terrible jaws
and crunching claws,
it’s just about two centimetres,
but the bad thing is if there’s too many
there’s only one thing to do.
Let them get you.


Which I thought just about said it all, and anyway, I couldn't find a rhyme for "beetle".

Sky Watch Friday - Library Sign


What do you do when you're snowed in? The library in Bellefonte is this way. I took this photo before the big snow storm this week. We got about 12" at the beginning of the week and probably about another 3" last night. I'm tired of snow. You can see my snow pictures if you scroll down a bit.

To see more participants of Sky Watch Friday go here: http://skyley.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

14 challenge


here is my page for the bo bunny challenge. We had to have 14 items on our page. Ihave 14 green hearts--tfl and you should go ck it out.. http://bobunny.blogspot.com/2010/02/layout-challenge-fridays.html

ABC Wed. - "D" = Dogi Pot



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Monday, February 8, 2010

Ye Moste Olde and Anciente Monday Poeme

Phew, the Poetry Bus is coming back and I don't have to search for my own Monday inspiration anymore. Three cheers for TFE!

In order to celebrate, I shall look back to a poem that was co-authored, years ago, by two members of this household. It tells a local tale (for local people) of death and devilry at an actual location just along the road.

This bit of river, actually.


And this 9th Century Cross, which is in the field on the Penpont side.

The Ballad of Boat Cross

“Our snuff-taker next discoursed to us upon the unknown stone with its sculpturing at Nith Bridge; how it had at one time been the stone to which boats were fixed in the days of ferries, but that on one occasion nineteen persons having taken seats in the ferry-boat were joined by a twentieth, who smelt of sulphur. The consequence was that the boat was upset, and all save the very questionable stranger and the oarsman perished – the stranger never having been seen again. This gratuitous mischief on the part of Diabolus set people anxious, and the first bridge at Thornhill was built.”
From “A Country Schoolmaster”, by James Shaw, published 1899.

In this laybyed land, just a pillar of stone
Raised as a rood so that all may atone,
Now stripped of the strength of its arms and respect
Weathered by ages’ normal neglect.
A mystery worn, leavened by lichen,
I puzzled the point of this grownover icon.
A finger to God? Its message confusing,
Recalling, attending, repenting, accusing?
I laid my head to its layers, secret imprinted,
Still silent stone held some meaning, half hinted.

So I spoke with an old man.

“Across that river fast stretch” his memory replied,
“Since time out of mind, a ferryman plied
His craft: to convey, the heart of his trade
Was balance of need for price to be paid.
Now. Try if you will to think yourself back
To a time when this passing place was unmarked,
Yet day followed night in order. Reason
Had healed superstition like some scabbed scratch.
Then. As one term fair’s eve drew in
The fabric of the day stretched thin
And drawn on ancient dark’s attendance
That night the dog star gained ascendance.
Down the drove road came stragglers trailing,
Belief was fading, belief was failing,
As shadows grew in inverse length
To confidence in stride and strength.
They hailed the boatman, pleading need.
Hard he held his nerve and greed.
“The final crossing’s cost is high,
Your choice, to pay, or stay this night!”

Nineteen souls, all told, accepted.
The painter slipped, the course selected,
When, casting from the parting shore,
A voice intoned, “What price one more?”
The tiller strained, the craft cut back,
A stranger shadowed, cloaked in black
Embarked. Abrupt, as daylight ended,
A stench portending Hell descended.
The stranger stirred the rapid race,
He slipped his mask, revealed his face.
“Place your bids. Time to decide
Your fare to reach the other side.”
Nature twisted.
His bleak dominion,
Madness.
The current bit.
The craft capsized, its timbers shattered,
Lost, debris tossed, cargo scattered,
Their faith in God too small to cope,
The stranger vanished with their hope.
Then, with the master’s whim placated,
The forces spent and storm abated.
At dawn, the damage wrought was clear,
Nineteen bodies by the pier.
The sole survivor, high and dried,
The boatman bought the other side.
The townsfolk mourned the passing roll,
Then built a bridge and raised a toll,
This sacred pillar they erected
To God, and all that He protected:
It stands as testament to that loss
And trust projected in the Cross.
But time erodes all things, and how
Can spirit help but bow, for now
Tradition says the drowned still waken
And cry for why they were forsaken.”

I felt that stone as worn by tears
And knew that souls speak down the years
And caught an echo of some call,
How could we draw our God so small?