YOU GOTTA MOVE

I really liked this song when I first heard it and it has been a lifelong favourite.
The version I first heard and have listened to over the years has been the Rolling Stones' one on the album Sticky Fingers. I guess I'm not alone in thinking it was the definitive one.

This original one from the writer Mississippi Fred McDowell (don't you love those names? Maybe Richard (of RBB) should be calling himself 'Garden Road, Kelburn Richard Prowse') is better than the 'Stones' version.

Moving. Moving on. Yes, I think it's time. Not from where I live though. Bugger that. It is just so nice here. This weekend the weather is marvellous. I've been swimming each day (my weekend starts on Friday and goes through to Tuesday) and pottering about. Its been too hot to go walking and climbing the mountains around here - maybe tomorrow (early).

No, I'm thinking that it's time to move on work-wise. I will start looking soon for something a bit closer to home. I love it here.

AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT RHYMES WITH PROSSER

This fat fool made headlines this week in New Zealand and unfortunately has been reported overseas.

His ridiculous and racist comments, published in an article he wrote for a magazine clearly show how he should not be representing anyone in parliament.

This is a by-product of MMP, that flawed electoral system we (unbelievably) have, where people no-one votes for can get to parliament as an MP on a party ticket. This time its NZ First party.

But ..... then again his comments do reflect the opinions of a disturbingly high number of New Zealanders who are racist,insular and downright ignorant. Maybe collectively these morons would have voted the fat fool in anyway.

YAHBOO NEWS

"Search and Rescue officer John Dixon says since the man went out to sea on Thursday an extensive search has taken place and the search and rescue team have covered a 300 square metre area with helicopters and also searched with boats, divers and foot searches of the coast."

This was reported today by Yahoo News relating to a missing fisherman on the Wairarapa coast.

Web news is taking over from the traditional channels but as yet doesn't have the same standards that the others (used to) have.

Surely the dingbat who wrote this could have imagined 300 square metres (50 metres x 6 metres ) and thought that it was quite a small area - not enough room for helecopters, boats and foot searches.

HOLIDAY DIARY

Weather is so good at the moment.
We went kayaking at 7.30AM followed by a swim.
With no wind the water is so calm.
It's hot and balmy - ideal for reading and snoozing inside or under a tree as it is too hot to do anything outside.

The neighbourhood is dead quiet. Lovely.

IBLOGGING ....

Which is  WEBLOGGING without the 'we'.

The internet told me that:

" A weblog, sometimes written as web log or Weblog, is a Web site that consists of a series of entries arranged in reverse chronological order, often updated on frequently with new information about particular topics. The information can be written by the site owner, gleaned from other Web sites or other sources, or contributed by users.
A weblog often has the quality of being a kind of "log of our times" from a particular point-of-view. Generally, weblogs are devoted to one or several subjects or themes, usually of topical interest, and, in general, can be thought of as developing commentaries, individual or collective on their particular themes. A weblog may consist of the recorded ideas of an individual (a sort of diary) or be a complex collaboration open to anyone."

Which kind of explains why the 'we' has been dropped given that blogs are basically self-centred exercises by people who want to bang on about things in diary form.

Blogging is a much better diary tool than Facebook. A good and interesting blog requires effort, humour, intelligence and dedication in order for it to work. It is not about pathetic add-on ‘likes’ to generate frequency and volume although of course some blogs can be a bit pathetic.

There are good and serious blogs in which the creators write well-thought out and constructed essays. 

These can be a pleasure to read, are informative and, depending on the skill of the writer can be lightened with gentle humour. Not all 'good' blogs are interesting though, some being ponderous and self-righteous to the point of being priggish.



Bad blogs come in two basic types.

There are the poorly written types that have bad spelling:

There are those that are as boring as Facebook and Twitter entries.

And there are those that don't seem to have any purpose.







I prefer the other type of 'bad' blog. The one's where the writer has deliberately set out to annoy, shock or tittilate.

Like the one's that misinform.

Or the one's that berate, bludgeon or rant.

And the titillating ones.








Some people think that anything to do with the Internet, social media and modern technology is a young person's game.

Well that old guy Richard of RBB can put the lie to that as he normally lives on the 'net'.

He in fact, by the creation of lots of blogging alter-egos has managed to cover all types of blogs from the mundane to the fantastical and manages at times to shock, bore, distress and misinform. Everything but educate in fact unless you count the frequent and wearisome treatises on double basses although I guess that is covered by the 'boring' type of blog.

Richard hasn't quite exhausted his subjects topics (he has exhausted those he subjects his blogs to).

Even though there is a fair amount of crap in what he says it is always worth looking out for the next installments.

How dare he go away on holiday.

RAINING AGAIN

Just in time for New Year.

' Rain...rain...Rain...! '

Rain on tinned roof
Rain on concrete
Rain soaking into sands
Rain on soft earth
Rain on metal road
Rain on windscreen

Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river

Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills

Rain on my skin…

Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…

indira babbellapati

BEACH ART

We went for a nice walk to Smuggler's Bay the other day.
Earlier the storms had washed a lot of sand away but I'm happy now that a lot has been dumped back.

Someone had made the effort to install some driftwood and stone art at the end of the beach

This was nice to see and makes me marvel at nature's own configurations.