Margaret Rose Stringer's Blog, page 95
December 26, 2013
Soapnuts, anyone …?
I’ve only just discovered them. Which means they’ve probably been around for years: I have a tendency to remain in the dark about [X] for yonks, and then cry, in pleased surprise, “Oh! – isn’t [X] WONDERFUL?” so that those around me snigger at my out-of-dateness (I just created that adjective: feel free to plagiarise).
OK, who among you has used them, please? – and what do you have to tell me about them?
I bought a sampler of ’em (with little bag), and have just done a washload. Seems absolutel...
December 25, 2013
"If I believe i...
"If I believe in soul-mates?But of course I do! We are broken pieces of a two pieced puzzle.It's just that...the world is so big and ...we are so many...So I believe that one lifetime is simply not enough to find that soul-mate.So we wander,obstinately,and try on random pieces,like the women in the Cinderella story trying on shoes,to see if they fit.Even the part when they cut off toes and pretend they fit...We leave a bloody trace behind,with all our unfitting chan...
I dream of a cool xmas
… and frequently tell those of you whose shots of snow-piled countryside/driveways/whatever how lucky you are, meaning it from the heart. Because what I dream of is having the seasons easily discernible; where if I awoke from a Rip Van Winkle sleep and staggered forth, I’d immediately know whether it were summer, autumn, winter or spring.
But down here in the southern hemisphere, xmas is just more of the same …
No, I’m obliged to admit that this shot doesn’t truly represent every day of this ti...
December 23, 2013
Doing what you do as well as you can
I have a secret hero. Well, me being me he’s not exactly ‘secret’, inasmuch as I’ve never been backward about my heroes, but always tended to let the world know about them. As now!:-)
This is a bloke who’s paid to do a job. Like most of you (and even like me, once upon a time). It’s not the easiest job in the world, as it involves dealing with people who can be tetchy to start with, and who often end up being tetchy when he has to tell them stuff they don’t want to know.
In my opinion, what’s w...
December 22, 2013
“Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time …?”
It’s 8 o’cock on a Monday morning, here in Pyrmont; and it’s not a public holiday. It won’t even be a public holiday tomorrow!
And yet, as I look over my balcony down to Pyrmont Bridge Road – a main thoroughfare that should be chokka with buses and general traffic (you’ve only got the far half of it: I’m a really shithouse photographer) as everyone is on his/her way to work, what do I see …?
Nothing.
No-one.
It’s really weird!
Well, no, it isn’t. What it is is symptomatic of the Aussie way of life...
December 21, 2013
Opting out of Facebook
I’ve given up.
As I’m unable to force my business/author page to turn itself into the hero, and every activity I undertake relating to FB continues to append itself to my personal page, I’ve cancelled out. I’ve tried everything suggested to me as a solution by the people to whom I turned for assistance, including FB’s own Help!: in a couple of instances, the first time I did [whatever] it worked, and I was thrilled; but thereafter everything reverted to the author page’s being something I was...
December 20, 2013
In celebration of 2 months
Sympathy vs empathy: a world of difference (and one very, very clear to a person who was in the depths of grief for æons).
As a milestone to mark the commencement of my third month of maintaining a blog, I offer this animated video, voiced by a women whose first talk on TED has gained one of the largest number of hits they’ve recorded – and you can watch that here, as well.
But the key content today is this, thatcomes from Open Culture. Its heading there is “The Power of Empathy: a quick animat...
December 19, 2013
Always ask the questions FIRST, M.R.!
I popped down to my local supermarket and ran into one of the women who works there with whom I talk a fair bit. I gasped! – she was looking marvellous, with her hair so short it had obviously been done with one of these thinggies.
I’m very familiar with ‘em, as Stringer always cut his own hair using one. (What did I do with that …? – oh yes! I gave it to my GP. I’ll bet he hasn’t had the courage to give it a go, yet.)
Debbie looks so terrific that I was instantly seized with a desire to be rid...
My very real addiction
To start off with, here’s a nice little story about … well, my addiction (as ever, click on the image).
It would indeed be super if rude customers could be thus channelled into politeness, wouldn’t it? – but the shoe also fits the other foot …
How often when picking up my skim milk weak latte extra hot – for in truth I only reallylike my own coffee brewed in my own machine from my own beans – have I told myself “Right: I shan’t be passing this way again!” on account of the singular lack of frie...
