<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:59:21.980+13:00</updated><category term='education through video games'/><title type='text'>eyema_wryma</title><subtitle type='html'>Rhyming Blog : Doggerel Daze (of a teacher).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-285726439892259126</id><published>2011-12-24T11:34:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:37:16.913+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmurs</title><content type='html'>Heart Ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heartbeat symbolises constancy&lt;br /&gt;though even suns burn out. All things are changing,&lt;br /&gt;yet, that thumpy thump is constantly&lt;br /&gt;reassuring. Speeding, slowing: rearranging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stethoscope sends frightening, clammy fingers&lt;br /&gt;counting extra beats. Then ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;spreads eyes, recording back-wash blood that lingers.&lt;br /&gt;Deathly pools mean future plans are drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditions must be right for crops to thrive,&lt;br /&gt;producing healthy yeilds year after year.&lt;br /&gt;With care, an engine in a car might drive&lt;br /&gt;much further than expected from the wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about the murmur in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but labels only limit what we'll start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS; AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS; SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-285726439892259126?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/285726439892259126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/285726439892259126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/12/murmurs.html' title='Murmurs'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1874503538717574439</id><published>2011-06-06T22:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:19:21.214+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Limerick</title><content type='html'>Diary Limerick&lt;br /&gt;Lost in Limerick. Got there about 6pm tired after driving all day. We saw our hotel from the motorway as we arrived but couldn't get to it. So we spent a while driving around heading back generally in the direction we had seen it  until we decided to look for a petrol station or similar for a map. Found a set of betting-book maker, pharmacy and mini supermarket together all open but no maps so I asked the chemist and he said it was easy from there and it was just down the road through 4 sets of traffic lights. Impressive hotel with open spiral curving up the centre of all floors.&lt;br /&gt;We walked just around the corner to get subway for dinner (2nd night running) and found a supermarket too so we got Munchen beer, Irish stout and Italian Chianti. At the check out the conveyor belt was so jerky the bottles all threatened to tip so I grabbed them to hold upright. The girl told me to lay them down but I didn't understand until the 3rd time she said it. The lady in line after me put all her various tall items laid down on their sides automatically.  In subway a young man came in wearing waders as if he'd just come off a fishing boat. Paul couldn't understand what he said at all.  He got a subway with meat and lots of sauce, nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;We went to Adare the next morning, Sunday and enjoyed the quaint thatched cottages and souvenir shopping. We found Curran's Heraldry in the Information centre but they had never heard of Gurran castle. The man there assured Paul that Gurran was just a mis spelt version of  Curran.  Then we drove along the main road south and every side road looking for Gurran Castle without success.many of the houses are painted a pale mustard and some are more beige while there are also some white like the cottages in Scotland. Back to Adare for lunch where I had a scone that was more like a cake than ours. We drove out of a different road from Adare on another quest before returning to Limerick and Shannon airport to check our route for Tuesday morning when we leave for London. Saw Bunratty Castle on the way, they had a May Day picnic on. Had a short sprinkle of showery rain drops then the sun returned although we have yet to see blue skies. Cloudy hazy whitish skies yesterday and today. &lt;br /&gt;Heard on car radio news about a gang of 6 who attacked a Bank ATM with a digger. &lt;br /&gt;Noticed the judder bars here are split in half and off set for each side of the road. Even seperate  when 2 lanes on one way road.  Many empty pedestrian crossings have traffic lights which flash orange that you can drive through. &lt;br /&gt;I love the chips here. Delicious and we've had them 3 times. We hear a lot of people mentioning magic here. On the Red Viking bus tour the driver told us the maternity hospital was known as the magic building as 1 person goes in but 2 or more come out. Saw rugby stadium and tour guide went on about how it is the only place in Ireland where the mighty All Blacks were defeated. He explained that a Limerick poem is a 5 line humorous verse and said one. &lt;br /&gt;King John's castle is the main building of interest. It is on an island between the Shannon and Abbey rivers. Quite a good exhibit with life size models dressed in period costumes and a short movie to explain the history of wars the people have been through. Limerick was a Viking settlement then Norman hence the castle. In the movie an older Irish woman raved on indignantly about the treatment of the Irish blaming everyone else. It rained while we were there but only light showers. A grey cold day.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner in the hotel bar and we were the only ones there so the bar man chatted now and then. He told us one of the snooker players on TV was a cheat and he was quite indignant about the light punishment for throwing games. The Irish do seem to get indignant more. &lt;br /&gt; Leaving Tuesday morning. Got up at 5:45 only to find the plane had been delayed for over an hour and a half so we spent a long time reading at the gate with a lot of US soldiers. Osama Bin Laden was killed yesterday and retaliation has already been threatened. Someone always rises to replace a person who is a figurehead so who knows what the few months hold? There has been 1 natural disaster after another all year, then each arab country rebelling against leaders 1 by 1, now another sort of disaster threatens. However Easter with the Pope and thousands of people and then the Royal Wedding have bothe passed without incident and I had thought they were great terrorist opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1874503538717574439?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1874503538717574439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1874503538717574439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-limerick.html' title='Diary Limerick'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6820413546475618793</id><published>2011-06-06T22:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:17:40.004+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Dublin, Kilkenny Cork</title><content type='html'>Arrived in Ireland to see people in airport watching the Royal Wedding then by the time we had picked up our brand new Citroen Hertz rental car and found our hotel we were sitting down to lunch in the next door hotel  and on the big TV there Kate and William came out on Buckingham Palace balcony to wave at the hoards. There might be more people there than there were at the Vatican for the Pope's Easter blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;Took a bus into O'Connell Street but they only take coins on the bus and we have just used all ours for the tip for lunch so we got the ride for free. The bus driver said take a seat and ask others for change. I did ask one older couple but they had the same problem. When we got off the driver said to remember to have coins next time.  Then got the hop on hop off bus to see the sites. Every time the bus stopped and the driver stopped his narrative Irish music came on. Didn't know I knew so many Irish tunes. Saw where U2 has a penthouse across the river from Jameson's Distillery near Arran quay.   &lt;br /&gt;A leprechaun is a pixie and a cobbler to the fairies. &lt;br /&gt;On the bus back to our hotel our driver was something like what I imagine a typical Irishman to be. He called out to men he knew on the footpath exchanging friendly insults such as "You're always in the pub!" and to another bus driver going past he called something like "I'm finding this new 6 hour shift very hard". Paul saw him carrying out his ablutions at the lights. He cleaned the steering wheel, his face and hands with wipes then got out his deodorant.  &lt;br /&gt;We looked at maps and decided to take the long way to Limerick in the car via Kilkenny and Cork. Stopped at Kilkenny for a new suitcase to replace Paul's with the broken wheel and lunch at an old pub with Smthwicks superior Irish ale since 1710. The publican expressed his frustration to me that both the tvs have gone at the same time and there's a big game on (rugby) and the place would be full if only. Delicious meal and real olde worlde fittings including cellar bar with low ceiling and more rooms upstairs from the ground floor where we ate looking over the river through a tiny casement window. &lt;br /&gt;Lovely old town with narrow roads full to busting with cars because it is Bank holiday weekend and nice weather. &lt;br /&gt;Cork was pretty grim really despite the sunshine and glimpses of blue in in the hazey skies. Like Dublin it had a river channel with bridges crossing and roads on each side but nothing to oo and arr to. Carried on to Limerick after a coffee and muffin. I notice that in Ireland they don't have overtaking lanes, instead they have slow traffic lanes. Same but different. &lt;br /&gt;In a tiny village we saw a truck with stainless steel 20 litre kegs on parked blocking one side of main street (main highway) while a man onn the back threw the beer kegs down to another man on the footpath who then put it sidways and rolled it with his foot to a stack against the shop wall. &lt;br /&gt;The countryside is lovely, all rolling grassy fields with a lot of trees. Some ranges usually visible in the distance. It could easily be NZ except that the roads are so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6820413546475618793?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6820413546475618793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6820413546475618793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-dublin-kilkenny-cork.html' title='Diary Dublin, Kilkenny Cork'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2891567571516331175</id><published>2011-06-04T19:44:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:50:27.906+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary York</title><content type='html'>Diary York&lt;br /&gt;Because Osama Bin Laden has been killed London is on high security alert. Gillian warned us to take a bottle of drink on the underground in case of stops. The train did stop several times and the driver announced there had been a security alert further down the line at Charing Cross causing hold ups. Our train was having to wait for the one in front to go at nearly every stop and then it was diverted to a different route but luckily our stop was still on the list, Euston, on the way to Kings Cross where we plan to get a fast train to York. &lt;br /&gt;It was a relief to get on the train to York and know we were heading away from the high security alert although it wasn't actually stressful, more interesting, seeing police everywhere and underground inspectors with clipboards peering at things. Lots of tunnels that affected our ears as we left the city. &lt;br /&gt;Saw many fields of a yellow flowering crop (rape seed?), a few sheep and a few towns plus a line of windmills and 2 sets of 4- 8 huge wide chimney-like structures spurting vapour we thought might be nuclear cooling towers. &lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the York railway station we discovered that our hotel was right next door. The Royal York Hotel is old and grand. Our room had an extra space as a dressing room. &lt;br /&gt;After a cup of tea (yay, another hotel with electric jug etc) we went for a wander to see what we could find. We walked from 3:30 until 6:30 and it went very quickly. The Minster was just down the road and the Shambles, castle tower and the Jorvik Viking centre were easy to locate via lovely street signs. We'll visit them tomorrow. There were at least 4 Cornish Pasty shps so we shared a pasty there were 3 specialist tea and teapot shops but nosigh of the tea Kirsten wants. We'll have to go to the Buckinham Palace gift shop or Fortnam and Mason's.  The last part was following the battlements along the wall back to our hotel vicinity where we found a burger restaurant advertising as winners of a few food prizes so we went in. The menu included NZ wines -1 was Vidal's rose and the red and white wines were Dsahwood. There was as Wellington burger and and Kiwi burger so we read more to discover they were part of a charitable UK trust for the Whakatane Kiwi. &lt;br /&gt;In York a street is called a gate, gate is called a bar, a bar is called a pub. There are 4 bars/old wall gateways. We walked half the walls before tea and crossed over the Micklegate Bar.  Near the Minster we saw a plaque saying where Guy Fawkes grew up. Coppergate was Coopers and woodworkers street. This is where the Viking centre is. &lt;br /&gt;Big Peter is the name of the huge bell that rings at noon everyday and is so big it has to keep ringing until it stops of its own accord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2891567571516331175?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2891567571516331175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2891567571516331175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-york-it-was-relief-to-get-on.html' title='Diary York'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2710336112328647129</id><published>2011-06-04T19:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:44:25.154+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Bath</title><content type='html'>Diary Bath &lt;br /&gt;Our hotel turned out to be quite a long walk from the railway station even though it is on the road running directly behind. But we found it just as we were doubting anything but businesses were on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Bath stone is limestone. All Georgian buildings are built from it. Ban on all chimney fires to preserve the city. A down is a hill. A combe on a down is a valley in a hill. There are 3 hot springs and many cold springs. A million liters a day.  We went on a skyline bus tour up on one of the downs.  This is the Cotswolds. The river Avon goes through Bath, one of 7 river Avons in England (Welsh word for river).  Richard (Beau) Nash was one of the most influential men in the mid 1700s, the Master of Ceremonies and he was responsible for developing certain rules and manners. He ensured the Sedan chair men all charged a regular rate. The Yow? Boys had a popular but dangerous job, they had long poles to stick into the wheel skokes to slow down wagons carrying 4 tons of limestone down from the downs.   &lt;br /&gt;Lots of great pub names like&lt;br /&gt;The Old Green Tree Hut. The Hop Pole. The Horseshoe. The Griffin. The Saracens Head (oldest and joined to church: St Michaels Outside _the walls). The Golden Fleece (cotswold sheep have a golden hue to their wool.) The pig and the Fiddle. The Moon and the Penny.  &lt;br /&gt;We found the Bath Bun Shop and Sally Lunn's around the corner. Had sally Lunn Buns and tea. Huge. Bigger thana burger bun but lighter. They were toasted and vame with clotted cream which looks like whipped butter. Mine was toped with cinnamon butter and Paul's was just buttered but came with jam as well as cream. Delicious and light but I felt a little stuffed by the end. Walked around taking photos then stopped at an Irish pub so much like the one in Kilkenny. Then we found a Thank God Its Friday restaurant so we had to go there for dinner despite still being full. The other time we went to a TGIF was in Glasgow with Mike and Kirsten after a snowy hop on bus trip.  Terrible going to an American food place with ice hocky on the big screens and no British beers at all. The bar tender spent all his spare time practising fliping bottles and glasses around.   People with birthdays received balloon crowns made like balloon animals we watched one being made. The TV screens told us the every TIG franchise has a rowing scull ob the wll and a propellor over the bar. There were Andy Warhol Marilyn Munros in star cutouts on the toilet doors and Castro?s on the wall. Reminded me I want to make similar images of Kirsten and Mike. &lt;br /&gt;My Italian leather bag catch broke again while we were eating. Paul had replaced the spring in the catch in London but it only lasted 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;First full day in Bath we went on both hop on off buses and then lunched at the Bath Bun Shop where Paul had a fantastic Ploughmans lunch with 4 wedges of different cheeses, ham corned beef and 4 pickles with lovely bread. The Bath Bun is not a secret recipe like the Sally Lunn also smaller and heavier and not toasted. OK with currants and sugar on top and a sugar lump in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the Roman Baths where they have great audio guides like at Jorvik. Then onto the Assembly hall and fashion museum, then a house in the Royal crescent. After all these treats for me Paul insisted on walkiing all the way in the intensifying rain to a bike shop he had spied on the moring bus. We took shelter in the Saracens Head pub about 5:30 then when the rain eased we set off looking for fish and chips. Found a chip shop almost across the road from our hotel and they lived up to the reputation of delicious. &lt;br /&gt;Our last full day we booked an afternoon bus tour of the Cotswolds including Stonehenge and Lacock village where some of Harry Potter movies were made. Also Cranford and Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth.  Spent the morning looking through the modern shopping centre then the Jane Austin centre where I learnt a lot more about her and the regency times. This fitted well with the house visit in the Royal Crescent and the 2 tea houses.&lt;br /&gt;The bus trip started at 1 and returnedat 5:30.  The driver told us that the yellow flowered crop in many fields is rapeseed or canola for oil that farmers grow for bio fuel. First stop Lacock. Lacock is an old Saxon word meaning little river. Lacock is gorgeous with a variety of old styles of buildings. Got photos of the houses used in Harry Potter and all the others. Had a small glass of Royal Wedding beer and a piece of (quite dry) sponge cake filled with jam and normal whipped cream (as opposed to the clotted cream that I have found everywhere else.) &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful rolling countryside. Some roads have hedges on both sides. A village with less than 10 houses is a hamlet. &lt;br /&gt;Stone Henge and another audio guide. Useful and quite interesting but they are losing their appeal. This is the 4th for us. Paul was disappointed that it wasn't as imposing as he expected. I agree.  To me it seemed smaller than I expected. It isn't the biggest just the most complete. On the way back we should see a chalk carving on a hill. Paul saw it I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;On our return to Bath just after 5:30 we headed for the Thermae Spa thinking it closed at 5:30 but it was still open so in we went. We had brought our togs so we were set. Very relaxing 2 hours in warm pools (an inside one and an outside rooftop one) as well as 4 steam rooms, each with different aromas. Eucalyptus, cucumber and mint. There were foot spas and a strong multi rainforest warm shower that was like a massage. The rooftop outdoor pool had a few side jets. It was 4 stories up and had glass wall fences so a sort of infinity pool to compare with the one we want to try in Singapore.    &lt;br /&gt;Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant was the next and last treat. We had a 20 minute wait so ordered drinks. &lt;br /&gt;Passionfruit daquiri and Paul had an Italian beer: Messina. The antipasti was delicious and the 2 sizes of olives were less salty than in Italy and even nicer. The capers were good too. I had sea bass for my main because the one I tried in Italy was pretty ho hum and I had heard it is the best white fish. It may be but that shows how much better tasting our fish are. It was baked whole with lemon and was juicy, full of tiny bones and lacking flavour. Nice but I wouldn't choose it again. &lt;br /&gt;Left Bath on a train to Paddington then the Heathrow Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2710336112328647129?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2710336112328647129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2710336112328647129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-bath.html' title='Diary Bath'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6783862081060294261</id><published>2011-06-01T22:11:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:16:51.922+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Venice</title><content type='html'>Diary Venice&lt;br /&gt;On the way from Florence our bus went through Bolonga and heard about parmesan cheese, proscitto and Ferrarro factory. Apparently most Italians avoid buying Ferraris because if they buy then they are listed on a rich list and taxed very highly. Saw rice fields flooded. This area is very swampy and has humid summers with lots of mosquitos. Tortolleni pasta and lasanga and cantalloni pasta and bolognaise sauce all invented here so considered culinary centre. Stopped at one of the many Autogrills shop/cafe/toilets and had the best cappucino yet, it was thicker and more to our taste.   &lt;br /&gt;Driving into Venice we went past a huge port. Heard about main products- masks, lacen burano glass. Most elegant mask is black and white and was used by Doctors to prevent inhaling malaria they stuffed the long nose of the mask with cotton.&lt;br /&gt;Local guide Ilari (Hilary) &lt;br /&gt;St Marks cathedral is most Byzantine church. Constantinople and Greek influence. Never been in a Greek Orthodox church, most have been Catholic. It was the private chapel for the doge before St Mark's remains were stolen back from Alexandria in Egypt. Sneaked body past Muslims by covering with Pork.  &lt;br /&gt; Doge palace. Most important museum in Venice. Doge was figurehead political leader with power only along with others. Rich and elected for life.  Only 3 days to take away own gear when a doge died. Saw golden staircase and the mailbox where citizens could rat on tax evaders and others who did bad things. First waiting room has cameo statues on ceiling. 2nd room most important where  6 councillors sit 3 each side of Doge in audience room with ceiling of paintings in huge thick very ornate frames covered in gold. Doge wears special hat with pointy shape at back and jewels all around instead of a crown since not royalty. Keyholes in wood of inside wall. Cabinets for storing documents. Next room bigger than receiving Collega room (number 1 room). Bigger room not such quality but still same ceilngs and paintings, this room was for the senate.  Both rooms have 24 hour clocks back to back through the wall. Another clock with zodiac signs and manually moved hands.  &lt;br /&gt;Another room for judging wrong doers. Sala del Consiglio. In paintings by Veronaise Venice is represented by a blonde woman.&lt;br /&gt;2 secret rooms off the next room. Casonova escaped when accused.  &lt;br /&gt;Great council room. Council elected the Doge. Mechanism in ceiling behind gold ornate framed paintings to make such a large open space with no pillars.  &lt;br /&gt;Bridge of Sighs named by Byron because of prisoners crossing to jails. &lt;br /&gt; Glass works factory. Watched jug and horse being made.  Bought a red murano glass and decanter set for wedding present. If broken in shipping must take photo and send to venice factory within 8 days. &lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner and walked around Venice with some others from our tour group on the way back to our Palazzo. We crossed the Rialto bridge and then navigated through the narrow streets and across short bridges following the wall signs to San Marco square. There we stopped outside the famous Florian restaurant where we have the farewell drink tomorrow evening. There was a small orchestra playing a medley from My Fair Lady so a few of us sang along through several songs. &lt;br /&gt;There is an electric jug and tea and coffee bags in our room which is a treat. &lt;br /&gt;We had the last morning on tour free to wander so we queued to go up the bell tower beside San Marco Cathedral. Great view from the top of Venice and the outer islands. Cold and very windy but there was a sign at the bottom beforethe lift, warning us of that. &lt;br /&gt;At noon we met our guide again and went on a boat trip to Burano island where the lace makers live. The houses are all painted different colours and there are 2 stories to explain this. The fishermen spend all day out fishing and drinking wine so they need a colour to guide them to the right house... Or they need the colours to see them in the fog. The women took up lace making because it was so boring all day on an island.  Lovely lunch with snifters of Amaretto after, along with almond-toffee biscuits and almond shortbready S shaped biscuits to dip into the drink. Wandered the shops and stalls in lovely atmosphere. At La Perla where our guide Igor guaranteed we would get authentic handmade lace I got a white satin and lace reticule for Kirsten (Wedding) and 2 fine needlework tapestry wall pictures  or placemats with scenes of Rialto bridge and St Mark's Square.  On the way to and from Burano we passed Murano where the famous glass has been made since the 13th century. &lt;br /&gt;Left Venice early. We caught the water bus at 6:50. It stopped at several stops on the way to the aeroporto, taking about an hour. Next stop Dublin. Today is the Royal wedding which we are avoiding by going to Ireland before England.&lt;br /&gt;Paul' suitcase lost a wheel just before we got on the water bus so he had to carry it everywhere. We looked for trolleys at airports and found them very convenient.   &lt;br /&gt;When we got to the airport we found it was the wrong one. Had to get a car taxi to Treviso. Another 30 minutes. Only 1 hour until flight. We made it and spent the next hour in queues. Ugh and the Ryan air seats are the smallest ever.  Funny landing though: a trumpet ta ta ta ta ra blast over the speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6783862081060294261?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6783862081060294261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6783862081060294261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-venice.html' title='Diary Venice'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-8468096718752995763</id><published>2011-06-01T22:10:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:10:29.926+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Rome</title><content type='html'>Diary Rome&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on Easter Saturday at Hotel Cicerone after being met at airport by a driver with a sign. Settled into lovely room. No sign of gypsies in lobby as I had read on trip advisor. Have been stressing a bit about bag stealers. &lt;br /&gt;Met our Globus tour director as we came out of breakfast. Gave him our details and will meet group at 5:15pm. Off to Vatican about 11am. Found an English tour that avoids long lines. All given ear piece. Guide was the first tall Italian man. Good looking and funny. Should have given him a tip but we all gave back audio before Sistine Chapel and he didn't come in there.  He was very humorous and explained about costs and tipping in Rome on walk to the place to pay to get in. Pizza no more than 7 euro. Taxi to airport 40 euro and check for a 1 on taxi counter. If a 2 the charge is being doubled. He told us lots of funny stories about Pope and Michel D'Angelo who "came from the other Parish" as he put it. &lt;br /&gt;Local Tour Guide Stefano took us around Colloseum and Forum. Lots of interesting information.  Cypress tres came from Iran and live for thousands of year so symbol of long life. Palantine hill was first settled. Then conquered other 6 hills. Valleys between were markets. Flavian Amphitheatre is official name of colloseum. At entrance was a collosal statue of emperor Nero as a god. Desigh copied from Greek semi circle theatres which have great acoustics. Doubled to make oval terrible acoustics. River through centre and one side rock other sand. The sandy side fell down more in earthquake 600 years ago. Originally amphitheatre was filled with water for naval battles but not big enough so built wall room dividers and covered in wood then sand to absorb the blood. &lt;br /&gt;Ladies looking for short term employment eg 20 minutes sat in top rows. Next down were commoners then middle class then rich then Caesar sat centre of oval. Animals etc entered from one end. &lt;br /&gt;Rosary beads are made by Nuns out of pressed roses to keep smell a long time. We bought some at Easter ceremony on St Peter's Square and they be blessed by the Pope during the ceremony. &lt;br /&gt; 3 guides have warned us about gypsies now. 13 obelisks from Egypt are in Rome. One in Vatican.  Swiss guards are all descendants of original guards from Switzerland who a Pope used to replaced Spanish guards he didn't trust. Swiss were best body guards. Now have to be a descendant between 18 and 25 years old and Catholic.  &lt;br /&gt;Sx obelis but 13 left. &lt;br /&gt;Spanis Steps lead up to Holy Trinity Church. John keats came here to get well in warmth but it was Feb and cold and he died.  Spanish Embassy in Spanish piazza so named steps.  Trevi fountain is huge for the small square. Rome is known as city o water all fountains water comes from the ancient aquaducts. City of fountains because they are all built to show off the water. Toss a coin by standing backwards. 1 coin right hand over left shoulder. Come back to rome is 1 coin.&lt;br /&gt;Hadrien was the architect Emperor he got lots of architects to work and design the Pantheon. Indcluding oldest biggest dome. Has a hole in centre or it would collapse. Famous Italians are buried there including Raphael. &lt;br /&gt;Piazza navonna used to be horse track. We saw all the gypsies who were selling knock-off bags and sunglasses running away with their wares when the police came along. Saw horse police wearing swords and spurs when walking around. &lt;br /&gt;Last day in Rome we had a fascinating tour of the Church of Saint Paul.  Or San Paolo. Huge and all stone. MArble. Alabaster and the most precious hardest dark red stone columns from Egypt. &lt;br /&gt;We visited the catacombs before leaving Rome. These are tunnels underground going down 25 metres all dug into relatively soft volcanic rock along the Appian Way outside the city for Christian burials. Narrow single file the guide had a torch but the parts tourists see do have lighting although all the empty rooms with emptied graves holes in walls are dark. The bodies were removed and reburied elsewhere a few years ago because tourists took bones as souvenirs. Marble slabs with names and messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-8468096718752995763?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/8468096718752995763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/8468096718752995763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-rome.html' title='Diary Rome'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1271528037836271668</id><published>2011-06-01T22:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:08:06.332+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Florence</title><content type='html'>Diary Firenze&lt;br /&gt;We had some exploring time before dinner when we arrived so we walked until we discovered the most enormous colourful church. Went to dinner via a lookout point where we could see Florence spread out below us. Beautiful all creams and ochres. Ate at a restaurant owned by a scotsman right on one of main piazzas. Drank a lot of the free Chianti Classico which is lovely. - am converted to reds now. &lt;br /&gt;First morning went with local guide Andrea to see museum with Michael Angelo statues including the David. Then walked to piazza with Baptistry with gold gates of paradise doors and Cathedral so huge and colourful on outside with different white green and pink marbles and mosasic paintings and niched statues. &lt;br /&gt;Town hall piazza has loggia like veranda with open air statues. In front of the town hall is the copy ofthe David put there when they moved him to museum we went to. Also neptune fountain, Hercules, Perseus and Medusa.   &lt;br /&gt;Next Santa Croce Cathedral square which is in leather district. Largest Francescan Church. St Francis had stigmata so this church is dedicated to the Holy Cross Santa Croce.  Full of tombs of famous Italians in side niches. Galileo is here he was born in piza but spent most of his life working for Medicis in Florence. Born same year Michael Angelo died. He is also entombed here. Also Dante has a memorial here, the poet who basically invented the Italian language.  He is actually buried in Ravenna.&lt;br /&gt;Next we walked through the leather district to a factory shop where first we listened to a woman (from Melbourne originally) explaining about the gols jewellery famous in Florence. We handled several lovely necklaces and bracelets then moved around corner to leather area and had entertaining time as 4 of our group modelled jackets and a dapper  gay italian man described all the leather types. Paul was the first model in a goat skin jacket that looked and felt like fabric. Very light and thin but he was still hot. &lt;br /&gt;We had the afternoon free so we walked about half a hour to get to a bank and then returned to have pizza and buy some leather belts and got initials in silver gilt pressed in, a wallet and a small flat travelling purse. The leather comes from NZ! It is the way they work with it that makes it special - apparently. &lt;br /&gt;Then we followed the map to find the covered bridge, Ponte Vecchio and the Pitti Palace which was big but not pretty being made of large tofi rough brown volcanic bricks. Bought a gelato on bridge and walked across past all the goldsmith shops. &lt;br /&gt;That evening we went on the optional dinner in the countryside outside in the garden of  a Tuscan villa. Had a good time again as most of our group came. 4 courses. Plenty of red wine and grappa to finish. Grappa wasnt quite as mouth stinging as Aldos home made stuff in our kitchen cupboard.  In Rome one night we were served free Limoncello after our meal which I liked better. The red wines here have to have low sulphate levels by law so no headaches or sinus problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1271528037836271668?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1271528037836271668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1271528037836271668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/diary-florence.html' title='Diary Florence'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-4376814389814103794</id><published>2011-06-01T22:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:06:27.960+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Diary</title><content type='html'>Diary Bath&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel turned out to be quite a long walk from the railway station even though it is on the road running directly behind. But we found it just as we were doubting anything but businesses were on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Bath stone is limestone. All Georgian buildings are built from it. Ban on all chimney fires to preserve the city. A down is a hill. A combe on a down is a valley in a hill. There are 3 hot springs and many cold springs. A million liters a day.  We went on a skyline bus tour up on one of the downs.  This is the Cotswolds. The river Avon goes through Bath, one of 7 river Avons in England (Welsh word for river).  Richard (Beau) Nash was one of the most influential men in the mid 1700s, the Master of Ceremonies and he was responsible for developing certain rules and manners. He ensured the Sedan chair men all charged a regular rate. The Yow? Boys had a popular but dangerous job, they had long poles to stick into the wheel skokes to slow down wagons carrying 4 tons of limestone down from the downs.   &lt;br /&gt;Lots of great pub names like&lt;br /&gt;The Old Green Tree Hut. The Hop Pole. The Horseshoe. The Griffin. The Saracens Head (oldest and joined to church: St Michaels Outside _the walls). The Golden Fleece (cotswold sheep have a golden hue to their wool.) The pig and the Fiddle. The Moon and the Penny.  &lt;br /&gt;We found the Bath Bun Shop and Sally Lunn's around the corner. Had sally Lunn Buns and tea. Huge. Bigger thana burger bun but lighter. They were toasted and vame with clotted cream which looks like whipped butter. Mine was toped with cinnamon butter and Paul's was just buttered but came with jam as well as cream. Delicious and light but I felt a little stuffed by the end. Walked around taking photos then stopped at an Irish pub so much like the one in Kilkenny. Then we found a Thank God Its Friday restaurant so we had to go there for dinner despite still being full. The other time we went to a TGIF was in Glasgow with Mike and Kirsten after a snowy hop on bus trip.  Terrible going to an American food place with ice hocky on the big screens and no British beers at all. The bar tender spent all his spare time practising fliping bottles and glasses around.   People with birthdays received balloon crowns made like balloon animals we watched one being made. The TV screens told us the every TIG franchise has a rowing scull ob the wll and a propellor over the bar. There were Andy Warhol Marilyn Munros in star cutouts on the toilet doors and Castro?s on the wall. Reminded me I want to make similar images of Kirsten and Mike. &lt;br /&gt;My Italian leather bag catch broke again while we were eating. Paul had replaced the spring in the catch in London but it only lasted 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;First full day in Bath we went on both hop on off buses and then lunched at the Bath Bun Shop where Paul had a fantastic Ploughmans lunch with 4 wedges of different cheeses, ham corned beef and 4 pickles with lovely bread. The Bath Bun is not a secret recipe like the Sally Lunn also smaller and heavier and not toasted. OK with currants and sugar on top and a sugar lump in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the Roman Baths where they have great audio guides like at Jorvik. Then onto the Assembly hall and fashion museum, then a house in the Royal crescent. After all these treats for me Paul insisted on walkiing all the way in the intensifying rain to a bike shop he had spied on the moring bus. We took shelter in the Saracens Head pub about 5:30 then when the rain eased we set off looking for fish and chips. Found a chip shop almost across the road from our hotel and they lived up to the reputation of delicious. &lt;br /&gt;Our last full day we booked an afternoon bus tour of the Cotswolds including Stonehenge and Lacock village where some of Harry Potter movies were made. Also Cranford and Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth.  Spent the morning looking through the modern shopping centre then the Jane Austin centre where I learnt a lot more about her and the regency times. This fitted well with the house visit in the Royal Crescent and the 2 tea houses.&lt;br /&gt;The bus trip started at 1 and returnedat 5:30.  The driver told us that the yellow flowered crop in many fields is rapeseed or canola for oil that farmers grow for bio fuel. First stop Lacock. Lacock is an old Saxon word meaning little river. Lacock is gorgeous with a variety of old styles of buildings. Got photos of the houses used in Harry Potter and all the others. Had a small glass of Royal Wedding beer and a piece of (quite dry) sponge cake filled with jam and normal whipped cream (as opposed to the clotted cream that I have found everywhere else.) &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful rolling countryside. Some roads have hedges on both sides. A village with less than 10 houses is a hamlet. &lt;br /&gt;Stone Henge and another audio guide. Useful and quite interesting but they are losing their appeal. This is the 4th for us. Paul was disappointed that it wasn't as imposing as he expected. I agree.  To me it seemed smaller than I expected. It isn't the biggest just the most complete. On the way back we should see a chalk carving on a hill. Paul saw it I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;On our return to Bath just after 5:30 we headed for the Thermae Spa thinking it closed at 5:30 but it was still open so in we went. We had brought our togs so we were set. Very relaxing 2 hours in warm pools (an inside one and an outside rooftop one) as well as 4 steam rooms, each with different aromas. Eucalyptus, cucumber and mint. There were foot spas and a strong multi rainforest warm shower that was like a massage. The rooftop outdoor pool had a few side jets. It was 4 stories up and had glass wall fences so a sort of infinity pool to compare with the one we want to try in Singapore.    &lt;br /&gt;Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant was the next and last treat. We had a 20 minute wait so ordered drinks. &lt;br /&gt;Passionfruit daquiri and Paul had an Italian beer: Messina. The antipasti was delicious and the 2 sizes of olives were less salty than in Italy and even nicer. The capers were good too. I had sea bass for my main because the one I tried in Italy was pretty ho hum and I had heard it is the best white fish. It may be but that shows how much better tasting our fish are. It was baked whole with lemon and was juicy, full of tiny bones and lacking flavour. Nice but I wouldn't choose it again. &lt;br /&gt;Left Bath on a train to Paddington then the Heathrow Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-4376814389814103794?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/4376814389814103794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/4376814389814103794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2011/06/bath-diary.html' title='Bath Diary'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-7297904643112064043</id><published>2010-11-25T18:58:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:00:52.658+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've been mulling over the concept of truth being in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most leaves speak in greens, heard in varying tones,&lt;br /&gt;the lightest all shouting in neon-lime zones&lt;br /&gt;as leaves spread the word in a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truth shines as brightly to seekers who find&lt;br /&gt;it beckoning boldly but closing the mind.&lt;br /&gt;For, what you believe will be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is opinion and it can depend&lt;br /&gt;on seasoning. Custom confines but we bend.&lt;br /&gt;One truth only leaves us one view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An olive-grey tint, or a minty fresh shade&lt;br /&gt;will darken when winter clouds make the days fade.&lt;br /&gt;Green –clouded or clear – which is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS &lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-7297904643112064043?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7297904643112064043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7297904643112064043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2010/11/point-of-view.html' title='Point of View'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5550806054048985952</id><published>2010-11-19T17:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:46:29.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I went on a ballon ride on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Our flight was fantastic and we didn't get lost but it reminded me of this joke I rhymed a few years ago:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost hot-air balloonist searched the countryside in vain &lt;br /&gt;He didn't recognise the hills, nor houses in the lane &lt;br /&gt;Reducing height, he called a man and asked just where they were &lt;br /&gt;Explaining "I have promised I will meet a friend soon, Sir" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below, called "Latitude: Forty degrees to North" &lt;br /&gt;And "Longitude: in the West, degree mark, sixty fourth" &lt;br /&gt;The man above, came lower still, his basket almost grounded &lt;br /&gt;He scratched his head and then he said "Lost and now confounded!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added then, "I guess you are, an engineer by trade? &lt;br /&gt;(This from the accuracy with which, your kind reply was made)" &lt;br /&gt;"But I have no idea at all, about what those facts mean &lt;br /&gt;I promised to be far from here! These parts I've never seen!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below was not surprised "Yes, I'm an engineer. &lt;br /&gt;And you're a politician, yes? Your words have made that clear." &lt;br /&gt;"How did you know?" the basket-case, demanded, rising high &lt;br /&gt;The engineer just laughed aloud, then yelled into the sky: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know where you are, it seems. You don't know where to go &lt;br /&gt;You made a promise you can't keep: You're all hot-air, we know!" &lt;br /&gt;The politician's skin hue rose, as did his altitude &lt;br /&gt;He hummed and hawed long windedly and mouthed a platitude... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5550806054048985952?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sillystories.atspace.com/index.html' title='I went on a ballon ride on Tuesday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5550806054048985952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5550806054048985952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-went-on-ballon-ride-on-tuesday.html' title='I went on a ballon ride on Tuesday'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-9134098533952001537</id><published>2009-10-05T16:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:58:19.858+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring rain - Magtoo panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NDcxNDIxMTA*OSZwdD*xMjU*NzE*Mjk1ODgxJnA9MTQwOTIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hYmQ4NWI2MTYwZDk*Zjg*OWE1NmM3M2YzYjA3NTEzYiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.magtoo.com/tour.do?method=FlashVarsSender&amp;E=0&amp;S=0&amp;T=1254712927091&amp;fl_type=magtooPanorama.swf" width="500" height="300" id="MagToo" name="MagToo" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="Always" swliveconnect="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="tempID=1254712927091&amp;serverURL=http://www.magtoo.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-9134098533952001537?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9134098533952001537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9134098533952001537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_2396.html' title='Spring rain - Magtoo panorama'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6244854392506892410</id><published>2009-09-25T21:23:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:38:31.463+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby contract</title><content type='html'>My baby is a giant now at six feet five or six &lt;br /&gt;and he has signed a contract with a rugby club. It ticks &lt;br /&gt;the boxes when he wants to travel, earning money overseas. &lt;br /&gt;He'll live in Scotland, train and play; for everyone agrees, &lt;br /&gt;a car, a job, accommodation plus some extra cash &lt;br /&gt;is just the deal to tempt young men... but is it rash?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6244854392506892410?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6244854392506892410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6244854392506892410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/09/rugby-contract.html' title='Rugby contract'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1076031370470329879</id><published>2009-09-25T20:19:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:22:57.255+12:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term</title><content type='html'>End of term; perhaps my daily headache won't return,&lt;br /&gt;and soon insurance will be sending what I yearn&lt;br /&gt;for -another blackberry - a camera-video-cum-phone&lt;br /&gt;and diary as well. I dropped my BB Bold into the throne&lt;br /&gt;wherein it drowned (at only 2 weeks old). Quite like the one before&lt;br /&gt;(washed to death inside the pocket of my jeans). My jaw&lt;br /&gt;dropped disbelievingly, both times. A foggy screen is not a happy scene.&lt;br /&gt;I may be jinxed re blackberries but qwerty keyboards keep me keen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1076031370470329879?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1076031370470329879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1076031370470329879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-term.html' title='End of term'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-9211217054387367893</id><published>2009-09-17T21:13:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:13:05.103+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MzE3ODc1NzE1MSZwdD*xMjUzMTc4ODY3NTkwJnA9MTQwOTIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hYmQ4NWI2MTYwZDk*Zjg*OWE1NmM3M2YzYjA3NTEzYiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.magtoo.com/tour.do?method=FlashVarsSender&amp;E=0&amp;S=0&amp;T=1253175651350&amp;fl_type=magtooSlider.swf" width="400" height="300" id="MagToo" name="MagToo" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="Always" swliveconnect="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="tempID=1253175651350&amp;serverURL=http://www.magtoo.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-9211217054387367893?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9211217054387367893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9211217054387367893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-3072588466702866098</id><published>2009-09-17T19:48:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:48:42.720+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MzE3MzE4MzAyNiZwdD*xMjUzMTczODA1MDUwJnA9MTQwOTIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hYmQ4NWI2MTYwZDk*Zjg*OWE1NmM3M2YzYjA3NTEzYiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.magtoo.com/tour.do?method=FlashVarsSender&amp;E=0&amp;S=0&amp;T=1253167301555&amp;fl_type=magtooSlider.swf" width="400" height="300" id="MagToo" name="MagToo" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="Always" swliveconnect="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="tempID=1253167301555&amp;serverURL=http://www.magtoo.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-3072588466702866098?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3072588466702866098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3072588466702866098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-846992460483047275</id><published>2009-08-22T00:40:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:40:19.022+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ParisJune09 (136)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41696472@N04/3842572452/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3842572452_9e98b0a3e2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41696472@N04/3842572452/"&gt;ParisJune09 (136)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/41696472@N04/"&gt;verchillee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The paintings in the Louvre amazed,&lt;br /&gt;containing life within a frame.&lt;br /&gt;But tourists in the Louvre seem crazed&lt;br /&gt;with Mona Lisa as their aim.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-846992460483047275?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/846992460483047275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/846992460483047275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/08/parisjune09-136.html' title='ParisJune09 (136)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3842572452_9e98b0a3e2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-7239567655668568527</id><published>2009-08-21T23:58:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:58:42.141+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ParisJune09 (27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41696472@N04/3842568222/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3842568222_486e040e95_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41696472@N04/3842568222/"&gt;ParisJune09 (27)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/41696472@N04/"&gt;verchillee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went, I saw and now j'adore&lt;br /&gt;Paris... except the sound of sirens.&lt;br /&gt;The buildings are bewildering&lt;br /&gt;in size and need admirin'.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-7239567655668568527?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7239567655668568527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7239567655668568527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/08/parisjune09-27.html' title='ParisJune09 (27)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3842568222_486e040e95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6952302568461349498</id><published>2009-02-13T16:55:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:58:59.792+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Based Attestation - feeling the lack of control</title><content type='html'>Control over my day to day life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anchoring a windmill &lt;br /&gt;tilted at right angles,  &lt;br /&gt;I'm pegging sheets and clothing, &lt;br /&gt;fighting weighty tangles  &lt;br /&gt;and futile bids for freedom -  &lt;br /&gt;moored, they flap and slap  &lt;br /&gt;together, held enslaved. &lt;br /&gt;Haughty words can't sap &lt;br /&gt;my strength while I'm in charge; &lt;br /&gt;egos wear a gag. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out my laundry, &lt;br /&gt;raising my own flag. &lt;br /&gt;Agendas won't take over, &lt;br /&gt;swallow, or enclose mine, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in control, empowered, &lt;br /&gt;standing at my clothesline.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6952302568461349498?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6952302568461349498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6952302568461349498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/02/practice-based-attestation-feeling-lack.html' title='Practice Based Attestation - feeling the lack of control'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2507391866827041318</id><published>2009-02-04T19:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:29:46.112+13:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all too much- just like every other Feb</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday night and I'm &lt;br /&gt;a stuffed potato, couched &lt;br /&gt;in weariness and slouched &lt;br /&gt;in stress-related grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV drones and even though&lt;br /&gt;I stare half-lidded, work&lt;br /&gt;replays and stirs the murk&lt;br /&gt;of stop-gapped overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2507391866827041318?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2507391866827041318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2507391866827041318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-too-much-just-like-every-other.html' title='it&apos;s all too much- just like every other Feb'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5421979108012057727</id><published>2009-01-30T20:14:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:16:29.358+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiry Learning</title><content type='html'>Love the questions in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wallow in them, Wonder 'Why?'&lt;br /&gt;Answers drift until confined.&lt;br /&gt;Let the questions stretch and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallow in them. Wonder why&lt;br /&gt;your brainstorm only helps you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Let the questions stretch and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the itch beneath the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brainstorm only helps you ask&lt;br /&gt;more questions - find a place to start.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the itch beneath the mask:&lt;br /&gt;gather facts. Subdue your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questions! Find a place to start,&lt;br /&gt;take an open-minded view,&lt;br /&gt;gather facts, subdue your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Questions undermine... renew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an open-minded view,&lt;br /&gt;ignore habitual compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Questions undermine. Renew&lt;br /&gt;your purpose. Let them energise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore habitual compromise,&lt;br /&gt;answers hide behind knee-jerks.&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose? Let them energise;&lt;br /&gt;between the facts, an answer lurks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers hide behind knee-jerks.&lt;br /&gt;Answers drift until confined&lt;br /&gt;between the facts. An answer lurks:&lt;br /&gt;love the questions in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5421979108012057727?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5421979108012057727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5421979108012057727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/01/inquiry-learning.html' title='Inquiry Learning'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-9186751265698818679</id><published>2009-01-11T17:30:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:34:50.231+13:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Flossy 14 years old. Died 4 January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SWl23flq73I/AAAAAAAAABw/IIFj9Tl_IgA/s1600-h/IMG00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SWl23flq73I/AAAAAAAAABw/IIFj9Tl_IgA/s320/IMG00100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289889933067743090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flossy&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful, our lab of creamy white,&lt;br /&gt;her black-rimmed eyes were trusting, puzzle-bright.&lt;br /&gt;She’d kangaroo through grass in an unmown field,&lt;br /&gt;she’d leap for balls and into cars. I have sealed&lt;br /&gt;those memories in an album behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in re-runs: vet injects and so she dies…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-9186751265698818679?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9186751265698818679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9186751265698818679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-flossy-14-years-old-died-4-january.html' title='RIP Flossy 14 years old. Died 4 January 2009'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SWl23flq73I/AAAAAAAAABw/IIFj9Tl_IgA/s72-c/IMG00100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1549170918669191975</id><published>2008-11-23T09:58:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:06:28.143+13:00</updated><title type='text'>IWB Interactive Whiteboards</title><content type='html'>A parody in honour of out ICT contract which finishes at the end of this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;Interactive boards, that there’re just too little of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;No, not just for some, but for everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we will need another camera…&lt;br /&gt;There are movies and photos, enough to take…&lt;br /&gt;That’s how youtube and google search have&lt;br /&gt;enough to watch,&lt;br /&gt;enough to make,&lt;br /&gt;any old head ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;Interactive boards, that there’re just too little of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;No, not just for some, but for everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we will need faster broadband…&lt;br /&gt;There are game-type activities enough to teach,&lt;br /&gt;to communicate and problem solve…&lt;br /&gt;enough for thought,&lt;br /&gt;enough for speech…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s out of reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;Interactive boards, that there’re just too little of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, white boards…&lt;br /&gt;No, not just for some, but for everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the world needs now, is boards, whiteboards…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1549170918669191975?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1549170918669191975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1549170918669191975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/11/iwb-interactive-whiteboards.html' title='IWB Interactive Whiteboards'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1639252587455426458</id><published>2008-11-01T19:12:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:26:11.961+13:00</updated><title type='text'>PBA Practise based Attestation</title><content type='html'>Older teachers, like myself, who do not have degrees&lt;br /&gt;are bottle-necked in salary champagne, although we ease&lt;br /&gt;the cork for those with less experience (without receiving fees).&lt;br /&gt;We're treated with respect. We know we're needed. We're the keys&lt;br /&gt;that others use then leave in locks. But now the powers-that-be&lt;br /&gt;have listened to our union voice! We hope that they'll agree&lt;br /&gt;to indicators of our skill, our knowledge... how we please,&lt;br /&gt;so our school leaders can attest that we deserve more G's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1639252587455426458?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1639252587455426458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1639252587455426458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/11/pba-practise-based-attestation.html' title='PBA Practise based Attestation'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-855248832158256738</id><published>2008-10-09T13:39:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:35:56.586+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ULearn conference Chch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SP1qMASRPDI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yuc3Ye-tYZc/s1600-h/chch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SP1qMASRPDI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yuc3Ye-tYZc/s320/chch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259476694306208818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short term memory&lt;br /&gt;is quite as full as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;I found a mac and sat alone&lt;br /&gt;upstairs encased in brick and stone.&lt;br /&gt;So now to process what I've heard...&lt;br /&gt;I can't say any was absurd&lt;br /&gt;although a lot is repetition&lt;br /&gt;but that's all good, prevents attrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-855248832158256738?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/855248832158256738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/855248832158256738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/10/ulearn-conference-chch.html' title='ULearn conference Chch'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SP1qMASRPDI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yuc3Ye-tYZc/s72-c/chch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-9074659572507979309</id><published>2008-09-11T12:05:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:06:57.184+12:00</updated><title type='text'>School Show</title><content type='html'>The audience is waiting, &lt;br /&gt;the 'house' lights have been dimmed &lt;br /&gt;our stage of upturned apple crates &lt;br /&gt;is empty, although rimmed &lt;br /&gt;with nervous actors pacing &lt;br /&gt;and whispering their lines, &lt;br /&gt;checking on their head-mikes &lt;br /&gt;and stiffening their spines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! The music heralds &lt;br /&gt;the entry number dance &lt;br /&gt;and rock and rollers rush on, &lt;br /&gt;to swing and pose and prance. &lt;br /&gt;As voices raise the rooftop &lt;br /&gt;and costumes catch the light, &lt;br /&gt;the audience is clapping &lt;br /&gt;and so begins the night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hush falls as the spotlight &lt;br /&gt;reveals the set and props &lt;br /&gt;and then the actors move in &lt;br /&gt;and pull out all the stops! &lt;br /&gt;Their actions and their phrases &lt;br /&gt;are overdone so well &lt;br /&gt;that laughter forms the commas &lt;br /&gt;throughout the tale they tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stars who sing a solo &lt;br /&gt;each steal a heart or two &lt;br /&gt;with melodies of magic: &lt;br /&gt;ovation is their due. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow teachers may have &lt;br /&gt;to take them down a peg &lt;br /&gt;but we can safely say they &lt;br /&gt;know how to break a leg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-9074659572507979309?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9074659572507979309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9074659572507979309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-show.html' title='School Show'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5722920549750964593</id><published>2008-09-11T12:05:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:05:30.093+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5722920549750964593?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5722920549750964593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5722920549750964593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-minds-discuss-ideas-average-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5336101496562705997</id><published>2008-09-08T20:15:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:42:44.503+12:00</updated><title type='text'>broken collarbone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMTfuHOQvDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kZI9BVxeuI0/s1600-h/DSC03511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMTfuHOQvDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kZI9BVxeuI0/s320/DSC03511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243561849471941682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairs disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;could I stand?&lt;br /&gt;Not as bad as feared,&lt;br /&gt;but work was canned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5336101496562705997?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5336101496562705997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5336101496562705997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/09/broken-collarbone.html' title='broken collarbone'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMTfuHOQvDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kZI9BVxeuI0/s72-c/DSC03511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1115192690137928021</id><published>2008-09-04T11:39:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:45:32.515+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Danks Sports Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMde4Y-GYuI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1l364FxC-c/s1600-h/ball08b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMde4Y-GYuI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1l364FxC-c/s320/ball08b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244264613964833506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SL8glJLA_eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WKZQRSK4yYI/s1600-h/diz08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SL8glJLA_eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WKZQRSK4yYI/s320/diz08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944313771916770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An annual event where elegance rules:&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful treat removed from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1115192690137928021?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1115192690137928021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1115192690137928021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/09/danks-sports-ball.html' title='Danks Sports Ball'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMde4Y-GYuI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1l364FxC-c/s72-c/ball08b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5554186047198920600</id><published>2008-06-30T18:52:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:04:45.172+12:00</updated><title type='text'>keen to go, dreading the flight</title><content type='html'>HONG KONG - Tian Tan Buddha or Giant Buddha at Ngong Ping, Lantau Island in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdg4l6BRfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RfcYvOlhHzw/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdg4l6BRfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RfcYvOlhHzw/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244266816460637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAU - Golden Lotus at Golden Sands Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdgI5N6vfI/AAAAAAAAABI/PBt9noturMc/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdgI5N6vfI/AAAAAAAAABI/PBt9noturMc/s320/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244265997010648562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE - Raffles Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdib7U9GFI/AAAAAAAAABY/dJmUiuBjZ0s/s1600-h/DSC03448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdib7U9GFI/AAAAAAAAABY/dJmUiuBjZ0s/s320/DSC03448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244268523017803858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Haul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A queue of saggy-jointed puppets slides&lt;br /&gt;in caterpillar catch-ups. Jerked to stand&lt;br /&gt;by red tape strings, each drags a bag, subsides&lt;br /&gt;and meekly waits for wings to flee the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metal gizzard fills. The mustered, hushed &lt;br /&gt;and clutching at credentials, straighten spines&lt;br /&gt;and readjust attire that won't be crushed.&lt;br /&gt;One flustered aura hovers, then reclines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended emigration, dozing frozen,&lt;br /&gt;packed like export apples; freight, third class.&lt;br /&gt;Their hands are tied as self-restraint is chosen,&lt;br /&gt;limbo-leashed until sweet androids pass&lt;br /&gt;with trays of welcome rations. They distract&lt;br /&gt;the minds that were so eager to be packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5554186047198920600?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5554186047198920600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5554186047198920600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/06/keen-to-go-dreading-flight.html' title='keen to go, dreading the flight'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdg4l6BRfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RfcYvOlhHzw/s72-c/DSC03323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-7546102321792836630</id><published>2008-06-22T16:56:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:59:56.457+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>My preference is for exercising &lt;br /&gt; mind and not my muscles &lt;br /&gt; but getting out to move about &lt;br /&gt; can clear out brain-bound tussles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've walked a lot just lately &lt;br /&gt; and although arthritis stalks me, &lt;br /&gt; the feel-good factor is addictive - &lt;br /&gt; I will be less porky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt; AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt; SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-7546102321792836630?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7546102321792836630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7546102321792836630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/06/exercise_22.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-3318567006692752207</id><published>2008-05-29T19:24:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:01:32.881+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and the Beanstalk</title><content type='html'>The 5 to 8 year olds, years one&lt;br /&gt;to four: our junior school,&lt;br /&gt;will soon begin rehearsals for&lt;br /&gt;a stage performance. Cool&lt;br /&gt;and cute, sweet or brat,&lt;br /&gt;we need to choose the cast.&lt;br /&gt;Then dancers: teams of stars&lt;br /&gt;and clouds. Online, I've spent the last&lt;br /&gt;few nights in search of backing tracks.&lt;br /&gt;As well as pix of folks-&lt;br /&gt;of villagers and peasants too,&lt;br /&gt;Jacks and giants, harps and cloaks,&lt;br /&gt;tights and aprons, jerkins, caps...&lt;br /&gt;since sewing costumes grudgingly&lt;br /&gt;is shared between 2 teachers. &lt;br /&gt;One of whom is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-3318567006692752207?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3318567006692752207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3318567006692752207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/jack-and-beanstalk.html' title='Jack and the Beanstalk'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-236431542527654111</id><published>2008-05-24T15:02:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:29:52.502+12:00</updated><title type='text'>gifted and talented</title><content type='html'>Our group of local schools will soon&lt;br /&gt;complete our IT contract,&lt;br /&gt;so now we're planning what might work&lt;br /&gt;to build on skills, in fact&lt;br /&gt;we had a meeting of the leaders,&lt;br /&gt;talked about a plan&lt;br /&gt;for setting up a base and satellites&lt;br /&gt;of teaching spaces... can&lt;br /&gt;we apply for funding to equip a place&lt;br /&gt;for talented we'll stretch?&lt;br /&gt;A base with tech equipment, visually superb?&lt;br /&gt;A place imaginations sketch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-236431542527654111?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/236431542527654111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/236431542527654111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/gifted-and-talented.html' title='gifted and talented'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-9061703051828739074</id><published>2008-05-22T18:25:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:26:45.032+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Voki</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/voki_embed_functions.php"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;AC_Voki_Embed(300,400, '35e7fafb1a53ac11c044dfda39c779c6', 482179, 1, '', 0);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-9061703051828739074?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9061703051828739074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/9061703051828739074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/winter-voki.html' title='Winter Voki'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2679971546249762986</id><published>2008-05-22T17:40:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:51:33.288+12:00</updated><title type='text'>broadband</title><content type='html'>At last! I bit the bullet, &lt;br /&gt;spent the time and money too.&lt;br /&gt;A parcel came: a metal box&lt;br /&gt;called "adsl &amp; router". Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my work laptop&lt;br /&gt;going on broadband&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, eventually, my old &lt;br /&gt;laptop connected and&lt;br /&gt;later or tomorrow I'll&lt;br /&gt;do the old pc downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm off to Second Life&lt;br /&gt;Hip hooray. 3 cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2679971546249762986?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2679971546249762986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2679971546249762986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/broadband.html' title='broadband'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2857166767915631672</id><published>2008-05-18T17:54:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:56:23.942+12:00</updated><title type='text'>voki</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/voki_embed_functions.php"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;AC_Voki_Embed(300,400, 'e036b76f5e1187a7976f98482d26b709', 467034, 1, '', 0);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2857166767915631672?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2857166767915631672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2857166767915631672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/voki.html' title='voki'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-794846541817443808</id><published>2008-05-10T13:15:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:32:54.696+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life</title><content type='html'>I used to spend my leisure hours&lt;br /&gt;here online. Attraction:&lt;br /&gt;ICQ and yahoo too,&lt;br /&gt;msn... the action&lt;br /&gt;with instant messages and webcams&lt;br /&gt;kept me keen those days.&lt;br /&gt;Then that wore off and message boards&lt;br /&gt;took over: my next phase.&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've dabbled with facebook,&lt;br /&gt;feeling old and bored&lt;br /&gt;but second life just might be right&lt;br /&gt;if dial up were more broad    (band).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdp86SjUyI/AAAAAAAAABg/1-iuceaU_Sk/s1600-h/secondlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdp86SjUyI/AAAAAAAAABg/1-iuceaU_Sk/s320/secondlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244276786256368418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-794846541817443808?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/794846541817443808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/794846541817443808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-life.html' title='Second Life'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/SMdp86SjUyI/AAAAAAAAABg/1-iuceaU_Sk/s72-c/secondlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-3651831896373734329</id><published>2008-05-09T18:41:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:13:59.100+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting my kids</title><content type='html'>We flew down south and saw our son&lt;br /&gt;and saw his flat and feed him lots.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Da Vinchy models and&lt;br /&gt;we walked and toured tourist spots.&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury's is famous for its&lt;br /&gt;chocolate, factory was great.&lt;br /&gt;We bought our son some underwear&lt;br /&gt;and took his girlfriend on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew back north and drove to see&lt;br /&gt;our daughter and her man, we went&lt;br /&gt;to check the business franchise she&lt;br /&gt;has bought. Then viewed the house they'll rent.&lt;br /&gt;They're packing now and plan to move&lt;br /&gt;this weekend. She is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;I hope her business venture works&lt;br /&gt;to make her rich and so, delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-3651831896373734329?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3651831896373734329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3651831896373734329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/05/visiting-my-kids.html' title='Visiting my kids'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6616093090234643341</id><published>2008-04-02T19:12:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:18:37.359+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter on the Marlborough Sounds (rondelet form)</title><content type='html'>Lazy rivers&lt;br /&gt;spill in bays of saline silk, slow,&lt;br /&gt;lazy. Rivers&lt;br /&gt;tangling bush-greyed hills in slivers&lt;br /&gt;of sea, use mermaid combs. They flow&lt;br /&gt;on drowning paths laid out below.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6616093090234643341?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.qctrack.co.nz/about/marlborough_sounds.asp' title='Easter on the Marlborough Sounds (rondelet form)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6616093090234643341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6616093090234643341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-on-marlborough-sounds-rondelet.html' title='Easter on the Marlborough Sounds (rondelet form)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-3530491283331616321</id><published>2008-03-09T16:29:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:42:33.461+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact lenses</title><content type='html'>The plastic 'glass' is oblong&lt;br /&gt;and the frames form bridge and arm:&lt;br /&gt;my new specs cost a fortune&lt;br /&gt;but there's more to this alarm...&lt;br /&gt;As well as buying updates&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending even more&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm trying contacts&lt;br /&gt;(never saw past cost before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-3530491283331616321?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3530491283331616321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3530491283331616321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/03/contact-lenses.html' title='Contact lenses'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-7096127118191820207</id><published>2008-03-09T16:21:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:26:38.660+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change - a sonnet</title><content type='html'>Menopause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible and hormone stoked, my sauna&lt;br /&gt;sears with fifty minute interims&lt;br /&gt;as steaming waves of tidal trauma&lt;br /&gt;drown moon-cycle youth by sluicing limbs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of days spent draining wasted nests&lt;br /&gt;of unproductive eggs each month, I mark&lt;br /&gt;the hours in mammalian sweating crests.&lt;br /&gt;I'm caged and leashed within a wildlife park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picnic anyway, there are more choices&lt;br /&gt;when the years leave nothing much to prove.&lt;br /&gt;There's fascination locked in long-lived voices,&lt;br /&gt;value found in spending time. I move&lt;br /&gt;with less allure, I hide as I endure,&lt;br /&gt;determined to be gracefully mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-7096127118191820207?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7096127118191820207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/7096127118191820207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-sonnet.html' title='The Change - a sonnet'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-5909781232301467206</id><published>2007-09-27T13:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:51:05.685+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of life</title><content type='html'>Sorting socks is soothing.&lt;br /&gt;So many monotone.&lt;br /&gt;So many paired with partners now&lt;br /&gt;but others left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a drawer of socks.&lt;br /&gt;Some tightly wrap around.&lt;br /&gt;Some separate. Some lose touch.&lt;br /&gt;Socks and people: so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-5909781232301467206?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5909781232301467206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/5909781232301467206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/09/meaning-of-life.html' title='the meaning of life'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-2553745266668321888</id><published>2007-09-08T20:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:45:04.448+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT &amp; PE</title><content type='html'>Our cluster group for ICT has planned another conference.&lt;br /&gt;We did so well last year that a repeat was commonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of several topics for presenters to present on&lt;br /&gt;and started finding movies for some models (deconstruction&lt;br /&gt;of movies showing sporting skills helps students want to learn them.)&lt;br /&gt;And Youtube is a source of many such a sport gem.&lt;br /&gt;Listing any skills that they can see while they're reviewing&lt;br /&gt;creates success criteria we use for self reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;Then photos or short videos on classroom cameras show what&lt;br /&gt;the students have achieved in lessons - Tick their list or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-2553745266668321888?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2553745266668321888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/2553745266668321888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/09/ict-pe.html' title='ICT &amp; PE'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-6680341253143283731</id><published>2007-09-08T17:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:34:08.275+12:00</updated><title type='text'>next challenge: flash</title><content type='html'>Now facebook has been sorted and I've added applications,&lt;br /&gt;posted youtube movie links and photos of vacations,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for another challenge:  now I'll learn to Flash.&lt;br /&gt;(I've tried it with a shareware app but only made a hash&lt;br /&gt;of all the layers.)  But collegues want to try it now - we'll work together solving&lt;br /&gt;all those complicated bits that had my brain reverse-evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-6680341253143283731?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6680341253143283731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/6680341253143283731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/09/next-challenge-flash.html' title='next challenge: flash'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1176255337432183695</id><published>2007-09-04T19:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:35:45.778+12:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>I've seen the way the kids all go&lt;br /&gt;for online profiles on bebo&lt;br /&gt;and heard about the adult look&lt;br /&gt;of something like it called 'facebook'.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided it was time&lt;br /&gt;to sign up at this facebook. I'm&lt;br /&gt;a member but I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;anything but 'edit' me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a page to view&lt;br /&gt;but after checking tabs all through&lt;br /&gt;I've left the site. Another time...&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather watch some TV crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1176255337432183695?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1176255337432183695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1176255337432183695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/09/facebook_04.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-3232149800710083253</id><published>2007-09-04T19:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:46:38.591+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Spent 2 weeks in Dunedin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/RuJYIAUcI9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w9y2huKObJw/s1600-h/Mike07+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741821939491794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/RuJYIAUcI9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w9y2huKObJw/s200/Mike07+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy is 21 years old but nearly didn’t make it.&lt;br /&gt;A broken nose meant abscess growth and septicaemia.&lt;br /&gt;His arm swelled up but he was loath to leave his freezing flat&lt;br /&gt;until his nose appointment so he also got pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;He staggered in and scared a nurse so much that she soon put him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Intensive Care! Sick boy. That’s one place no one seeks.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know how close he’d been to death – just one day off –&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know how long he’d be recovering – two weeks –&lt;br /&gt;They operated, drained the dangerous abscessed nose and then,&lt;br /&gt;they operated one more time to drain his elbow too.&lt;br /&gt;Then operated yet again to drain his lungs and left&lt;br /&gt;a dangling tube stuck in his back that poured infection through.&lt;br /&gt;It snowed outside but he was stuck in bed. He slept a lot.&lt;br /&gt;He moved four times to different wards and suffered pills and pokes,&lt;br /&gt;He lived for dressing changes, food and visitors who came&lt;br /&gt;in droves... so many girls who cared and even more good blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-3232149800710083253?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3232149800710083253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/3232149800710083253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/09/spent-2-weeks-in-dunedin.html' title='Spent 2 weeks in Dunedin'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4x7tKL6nbw/RuJYIAUcI9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w9y2huKObJw/s72-c/Mike07+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1991350055477555818</id><published>2007-04-14T16:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:27:14.444+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>Watched a movie: "Yes" - in verse&lt;br /&gt;by Sally Potter. Like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy, lost love and worse&lt;br /&gt;submerged a 9/11 theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual tricks matched verbal feasts.&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes of lonely lives,&lt;br /&gt;of dirty secrets, human beasts,&lt;br /&gt;arab men and aging wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrasts: sterile empty mansions,&lt;br /&gt;delapidated eastern streets;&lt;br /&gt;busy kitchens, arguments,&lt;br /&gt;hospital and catholic priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cleaner understands this life,&lt;br /&gt;moving dirt around. She'll guess&lt;br /&gt;that zero dirt cannot exist.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing? No, there's only Yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1991350055477555818?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.futuremovies.co.uk/review.asp?ID=379' title='Yes'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1991350055477555818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1991350055477555818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-4779381508113684076</id><published>2007-04-01T16:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:05:18.254+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure racing</title><content type='html'>I've never been a sporty girl, I never hope to be one&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday I went to watch adventure sporting be done.&lt;br /&gt;I went to act as driver and 'support crew' was my role there,&lt;br /&gt;delivering the mountain bikes and changes in their gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even know how many different sports there'd be&lt;br /&gt;until the briefing on the night before (while I had tea.)&lt;br /&gt;They had to run and hike and ride and go spell-dunking too.&lt;br /&gt;They had to kayak on a lake and with a compass, follow clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove along clay country roads, slip-sliding down and scaring&lt;br /&gt;myself a lot but found the places set aside for daring&lt;br /&gt;parking... Hiking over paddocks... Getting shoes all wet.&lt;br /&gt;My team survived and finished well. It's me who's overset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-4779381508113684076?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hbtoday.co.nz/localsport/storydisplay.cfm?storyid=3728197&amp;thesection=localsport&amp;thesubsection=&amp;thesecondsubsection=' title='Adventure racing'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/4779381508113684076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/4779381508113684076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventure-racing.html' title='Adventure racing'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-1011789230156313300</id><published>2007-03-03T19:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:29:28.422+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education through video games'/><title type='text'>Teaching How to Think</title><content type='html'>REFLECTION ON 2007 &lt;a href="mailto:L@S"&gt;L@S&lt;/a&gt; CONFERENCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot of theory spouted:&lt;br /&gt;e-games held in high esteem,&lt;br /&gt;problem solving skills undoubted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems they lead to brave risk taking,&lt;br /&gt;virtual, true, but consequential.&lt;br /&gt;And lots of quick decision making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this visual strategising&lt;br /&gt;teaches skills for future lives.&lt;br /&gt;(That's the gamers' theorising.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed, but second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;about commercial dumbing down&lt;br /&gt;of movies, games and news reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have made me wonder at the value&lt;br /&gt;of these numbing fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;Is 'thinking' what they'd aim to sell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News is censored for appeal;&lt;br /&gt;movies aim at teenage minds.&lt;br /&gt;Computer games are just as real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do online feats co-operating,&lt;br /&gt;co-ordinating ally moves,&lt;br /&gt;teach body-language-cue translating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are e-rewards for perseverance&lt;br /&gt;and using cheats to rise a level,&lt;br /&gt;encouraging respect, forbearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the skills that gamers learn&lt;br /&gt;essential for our future years?&lt;br /&gt;Is life a game? Is it youth's turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-1011789230156313300?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://davidwarlick.com/wiki/pmwiki.php?n=Main.VideoGamesAsLearningEngines' title='Teaching How to Think'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1011789230156313300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/1011789230156313300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/03/teaching-how-to-think.html' title='Teaching How to Think'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-117135723618700367</id><published>2007-02-13T21:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:13:50.290+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT Contract -the challenge-</title><content type='html'>A teacher who's truthful, confesses&lt;br /&gt;that the secret to half her success is&lt;br /&gt;not her planning as such,&lt;br /&gt;nor evaluation so much&lt;br /&gt;as experience - outwitting guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old teacher in term one confesses&lt;br /&gt;she has wondered a lot what success is.&lt;br /&gt;Is it constant revising&lt;br /&gt;and more improvising?&lt;br /&gt;Can change ever minimise stresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old teacher of research confesses&lt;br /&gt;that the secret to any success is,&lt;br /&gt;to make reading a crime&lt;br /&gt;that wastes valuable time&lt;br /&gt;and display, as correct, all their guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old teacher who likes to inspire&lt;br /&gt;all around to go forth and desire&lt;br /&gt;to be learning each day&lt;br /&gt;in a challenging way,&lt;br /&gt;could be building her own funeral pyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-117135723618700367?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/117135723618700367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/117135723618700367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2007/02/ict-contract-challenge.html' title='ICT Contract -the challenge-'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116675945260243459</id><published>2006-12-22T16:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:50:52.603+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The surface shimmers with reflections waiting for&lt;br /&gt;my toes to merge with their own imagery,&lt;br /&gt;then ripples wrap my aching arch before&lt;br /&gt;I step into the womb of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hedonistic lowering of limbs&lt;br /&gt;is slowly escalated into bliss -&lt;br /&gt;as water rises, reaching bathtub rims,&lt;br /&gt;immersion aids seduction with its kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worry stains wash off and then dissolve&lt;br /&gt;while warmth massages flushing, heated skin.&lt;br /&gt;A careworn creature leaves as I evolve&lt;br /&gt;into myself again, renewed within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such private pleasure is a joy sublime,&lt;br /&gt;erotic moments soaking up the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116675945260243459?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675945260243459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675945260243459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/surface-shimmers-with-reflections.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116675615460206885</id><published>2006-12-22T15:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:46:11.183+13:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Computer Version (I don't know the author)</title><content type='html'>'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Computer Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,&lt;br /&gt;The computers were whirring; they never do stop.&lt;br /&gt;The power was on and the temperature right,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that the input would feed back that night.&lt;br /&gt;The system was ready, the program was coded,&lt;br /&gt;And memory drums had been carefully loaded;&lt;br /&gt;While adding a Christmasy glow to the scene,&lt;br /&gt;The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.&lt;br /&gt;When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;The programmer ran to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting his key in his curious dash.&lt;br /&gt;He stood in the hallway and looked all about,&lt;br /&gt;When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the computer room what should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;&lt;br /&gt;And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,&lt;br /&gt;Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."&lt;br /&gt;The computer was startled, confused by the name,&lt;br /&gt;Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim:&lt;br /&gt;"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,&lt;br /&gt;And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."&lt;br /&gt;With all these odd names, it was puzzled anew;&lt;br /&gt;It hummed and it clanked, and a main circuit blew.&lt;br /&gt;It searched in its memory core, trying to "think";&lt;br /&gt;Then the multi-line printer went out on the blink.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to do its electronic job,&lt;br /&gt;It said in a voice that was almost a sob:&lt;br /&gt;"Your eyes - how they twinkle - your dimples so merry,&lt;br /&gt;Your cheeks so like roses, your nose like a cherry,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile - all these things, I've been programmed to know,&lt;br /&gt;And at data-recall, I am more than so-so;&lt;br /&gt;But your name and your address (computers can't lie),&lt;br /&gt;Are things that I just cannot identify.&lt;br /&gt;You've a jolly old face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shakes when you laugh like a bowl full of jelly;&lt;br /&gt;My scanners can see you, but still I insist,&lt;br /&gt;Since you're not in my program, you cannot exist!"&lt;br /&gt;Old Santa just chuckled a merry "ho, ho",&lt;br /&gt;And sat down to type out a quick word or so.&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard clack-clattered, its sound sharp and clean,&lt;br /&gt;As Santa fed this "data" into the machine:&lt;br /&gt;"Kids everywhere know me; I come every year;&lt;br /&gt;The presents I bring add to everyone's cheer;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get anything - that's plain to see;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad your programmers forgot about me."&lt;br /&gt;Then he faced the machine and said with a shrug,&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas to All," as he pulled out its plug,&lt;br /&gt;"And to all, a good night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116675615460206885?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675615460206885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675615460206885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/twas-night-before-christmas-computer.html' title='&apos;Twas The Night Before Christmas - Computer Version (I don&apos;t know the author)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116675560241344903</id><published>2006-12-22T15:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:46:42.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS (by Chet Raymo)</title><content type='html'>HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt; (by Chet Raymo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, except father's mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,&lt;br /&gt;As father did last-minute Internet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung next the modem with care&lt;br /&gt;In the hope that Santa would bring new software.&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;With visions of computer games filling their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Forces for Billy, Doom II is for Dan,&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.&lt;br /&gt;The letters to Santa had been sent out by mom,&lt;br /&gt;To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -&lt;br /&gt;Which now had been re-routed to Washington State&lt;br /&gt;Where Santa's workshop had been moved by Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the elves and the reindeer had had to skedaddle&lt;br /&gt;To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;After living a life that was simple and spare,&lt;br /&gt;Santa now finds that he's a new billionaire,&lt;br /&gt;With a shiny red Porsche in place of his sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;And a house on Lake Washington just down the way&lt;br /&gt;From where Bill has his mansion, and the old fellow preens&lt;br /&gt;In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.&lt;br /&gt;The elves have stock options and desks with a view,&lt;br /&gt;Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.&lt;br /&gt;No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums&lt;br /&gt;Will be under the tree, only compact disk roms&lt;br /&gt;With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,&lt;br /&gt;From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles the competitors came,&lt;br /&gt;And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,&lt;br /&gt;Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you're all of you through,&lt;br /&gt;It's Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,&lt;br /&gt;It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist -&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.&lt;br /&gt;Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's theme,&lt;br /&gt;And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the NASDAQ! To the top of the Dow!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum in her 'kerchief and me in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,&lt;br /&gt;As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.&lt;br /&gt;As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.&lt;br /&gt;And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard them exclaim in voices so bright,&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116675560241344903?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675560241344903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116675560241344903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-microsoft-christmas-by-chet-raymo.html' title='HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS (by Chet Raymo)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116650882592429571</id><published>2006-12-19T19:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:13:45.926+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Nichola</title><content type='html'>Santa is a woman who is dressed up and disguised,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why no one before has ever realised.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious if you consider all the preparation&lt;br /&gt;That goes on every Christmas eve in almost every nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman deals with details, understands a child's list;&lt;br /&gt;A woman won't forget the date, no presents will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Prove Santa Claus is really not a Nicholas at all?&lt;br /&gt;What man that shape would dress in red when going to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Nichola replies to all who send her Christmas mail&lt;br /&gt;And that's a skill that's womanly, at which most men would fail;&lt;br /&gt;And look at Santa's workshop where those male elves hang out-&lt;br /&gt;Not many men would want his reputation: gay and stout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another circumstance that points to Santa being 'she':&lt;br /&gt;Those reindeer have retained their racks for all the world to see-&lt;br /&gt;A man would surely, long ago, have shot each trophy deer,&lt;br /&gt;A woman's capable of planning for the coming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if a male Santa had a flying sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;He'd soon be lost, pretending that, of course, he'd find his way,&lt;br /&gt;He'd blame it on his compass making Southern Pole corrections...&lt;br /&gt;If Santa were a male, he would never ask directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for stockings! Surely now, confusion must be gone,&lt;br /&gt;A man would never notice one unless it was still on.&lt;br /&gt;An empty shapeless knitted sock would hang loose and unfilled&lt;br /&gt;Unless he was a business man but then we'd all be billed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotion through a stormy patch is one more quality&lt;br /&gt;That's seen when looking at time honoured Santa history.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is too much to ask for many men it seems&lt;br /&gt;So Santa must be feminine, or else it's all pipe dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116650882592429571?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116650882592429571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116650882592429571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/saint-nichola.html' title='Saint Nichola'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116650870441372905</id><published>2006-12-19T19:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:11:44.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Workshop</title><content type='html'>The elves are rushing to and fro  &lt;br /&gt;And in and out across the snow  &lt;br /&gt;In mass production? No, no, no!  &lt;br /&gt;Here, toys are made from go to whoa&lt;br /&gt;There's just one elf per toy and so...  &lt;br /&gt;Poor Santa's workshop is too slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 'though they rush about a lot&lt;br /&gt;And elves are always on the trot&lt;br /&gt; The elves take ages with each toy&lt;br /&gt;And Santa needs a speed-up ploy&lt;br /&gt;For time a-plenty he has not&lt;br /&gt; A long 'good children' list he's got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, elf toy-making is an art&lt;br /&gt;To change his ways might break his heart&lt;br /&gt;So Santa watches every part&lt;br /&gt;And Santa wonders where to start&lt;br /&gt;In up-ing his production chart&lt;br /&gt;For current methods are not smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mass production that's the key&lt;br /&gt; But how to help those elves to see?&lt;br /&gt;So Santa said to one he'd watched&lt;br /&gt;"Please show me parts that you have botched"&lt;br /&gt;Of course the elf would not agree&lt;br /&gt;No imperfection could there be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Santa's hopes would not be slayed&lt;br /&gt;"Show me the BEST part you have made!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Santa called all elves he paid&lt;br /&gt;"Please, stop your work!" Down tools they laid&lt;br /&gt;Then gathered 'round him, elves so staid &lt;br /&gt;"You'll tell me of your skills?" he prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elf toy-makers all spoke out&lt;br /&gt;Each elf preferred one part about&lt;br /&gt;The process more than all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Each elf declared one step the best&lt;br /&gt;"Assembly lines will work, no doubt!"&lt;br /&gt; Said Santa with a joyful shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Santa failed to modernise&lt;br /&gt;His elves all worked with bored, blank eyes&lt;br /&gt;To make one part was so unwise&lt;br /&gt;Now favourite skills each elf denies&lt;br /&gt;The factory lie-up met demise...&lt;br /&gt;"Back to basics!" Santa sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this lesson none ignores&lt;br /&gt;Give robots all the work that bores&lt;br /&gt;For elves and people need more scope&lt;br /&gt;Invention, challenge, vision, hope!&lt;br /&gt;But unlike elves' imagined chores&lt;br /&gt;We're the rebels without a Claus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116650870441372905?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sillystories.atspace.com/index.html' title='Santa&apos;s Workshop'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116650870441372905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116650870441372905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/santas-workshop.html' title='Santa&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116548021041035158</id><published>2006-12-07T21:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:32:51.490+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't used my webcam in years, or msn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/640/626605/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/320/357338/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of webcam conversations&lt;br /&gt;seem so 'way back then'.&lt;br /&gt;I've used one with net meeting and&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo and msn.&lt;br /&gt;But all this year in education&lt;br /&gt;there's been lots of hype&lt;br /&gt;about the programme used with phones,&lt;br /&gt;the free one that's called Skype.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided getting it and&lt;br /&gt;thought so what? But now&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to use it with a class&lt;br /&gt;and download, practise how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116548021041035158?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116548021041035158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116548021041035158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/havent-used-my-webcam-in-years-or-msn.html' title='Haven&apos;t used my webcam in years, or msn'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116548003451504037</id><published>2006-12-07T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:36:08.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another long day, just watched Stargate Atlantis, now checking email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/640/501645/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/320/375351/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, I'm drooping here&lt;br /&gt;this hot December night.&lt;br /&gt;The day was sweaty, rooms too close&lt;br /&gt;and now I feel a fright.&lt;br /&gt;The air con in my PC suite&lt;br /&gt;cannot defeat the heat,&lt;br /&gt;it seems to squirt out hotter air&lt;br /&gt;so coming home's a treat.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have an air con here&lt;br /&gt;or even use the fans&lt;br /&gt;but lots of trees surround the house:&lt;br /&gt;Reverse 'piration-trans'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116548003451504037?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116548003451504037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116548003451504037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-another-long-day-just-watched.html' title='The end of another long day, just watched Stargate Atlantis, now checking email.'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116511869143316855</id><published>2006-12-03T17:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:03:05.030+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Library fine for $14</title><content type='html'>Reading too much as usual. Great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/640/657016/Denise%20reads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/829/248/320/349389/Denise%20reads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library is where I go to find the books I need;&lt;br /&gt;escapism is how I cope, my form of gobbling greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116511869143316855?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116511869143316855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116511869143316855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-library-fine-for-14.html' title='Got a Library fine for $14'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116435409630679200</id><published>2006-11-24T20:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:41:36.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid tongue..and throat and oesophagus</title><content type='html'>A stomach lining is important when&lt;br /&gt;you want to eat and run. 'Though reflux burps&lt;br /&gt;are pitiful and do debilitate&lt;br /&gt;with sickly churns, it's dignity that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116435409630679200?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116435409630679200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116435409630679200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/11/acid-tongueand-throat-and-oesophagus.html' title='Acid tongue..and throat and oesophagus'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116331599808400591</id><published>2006-11-12T20:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:31:21.570+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/248/640/Cairns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/248/320/Cairns2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cairns rainforest. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge of the chase through a life where jungle chokes,&lt;br /&gt;paints a purpose in rich hues like amusing masterstrokes.&lt;br /&gt;In the heedless rush for prizes, whether matter, or of mind,&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices are ignored and supporters left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we follow in pursuit, honing hunting crafts, we thrill&lt;br /&gt;to a tutor's guidance, leading, in degrees, towards a skill.&lt;br /&gt;When the hours are compressed into moments while we strive&lt;br /&gt;with intensity, we know rainbow chasing is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the challenge of the chase may be lust to consummate&lt;br /&gt;but insatiable desire can't deny more targets wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116331599808400591?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116331599808400591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116331599808400591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/11/cairns-rainforest.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-116329647739937847</id><published>2006-11-12T14:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:02:44.330+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>Last night a friend rang, bored;&lt;br /&gt;her sons had all gone out.&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw as Kiwis scored&lt;br /&gt;in rugby league... it was a rout.&lt;br /&gt;But I loathe sport and drank my wine&lt;br /&gt;too fast. The giant plasma scene&lt;br /&gt;was clicked to 'Jaws'... (just as 'fine')...&lt;br /&gt;and so we talked of TV screens,&lt;br /&gt;of USB, watched photo shows!&lt;br /&gt;The TV switched to our last trip&lt;br /&gt;to Cairns, Australia. Then I chose&lt;br /&gt;a few to keep. A memory chip&lt;br /&gt;(or flash drive/ memory stick)&lt;br /&gt;was in my purse, to their surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I get a kick&lt;br /&gt;to seem prepared and techno-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-116329647739937847?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116329647739937847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/116329647739937847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/11/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115948426995671435</id><published>2006-09-29T10:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:57:50.000+12:00</updated><title type='text'>holidazed</title><content type='html'>It's been a week of holidays,&lt;br /&gt;sitting 'round and being lazy,&lt;br /&gt;feeling down 'though that is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out wall-mounted screens&lt;br /&gt;of LCD. A TV seems&lt;br /&gt;a way of focusing my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning kitchen alterations&lt;br /&gt;(still four years before creation)&lt;br /&gt;but I am feeling 'change' starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating  fat free foods all day&lt;br /&gt;Lying-in, then rowing. Grey&lt;br /&gt;hair touch ups. Library books. Dog play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather furniture calls to me&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere I go I see&lt;br /&gt;another purchase that won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Spring that muddles minds&lt;br /&gt;while sitting soaking hot sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive, sipping wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sit still long enough&lt;br /&gt;to be unwound. Easy life is tough&lt;br /&gt;when having no demands is rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115948426995671435?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115948426995671435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115948426995671435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidazed.html' title='holidazed'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115612156215487107</id><published>2006-08-21T12:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:52:42.166+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we are at the Sports Ball&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/640/DanksSportsBall1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/320/DanksSportsBall1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115612156215487107?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115612156215487107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115612156215487107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-we-are-at-sports-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115612129832798239</id><published>2006-08-21T12:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:48:18.333+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My resolution for next year's ball: wear anything but black. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/640/DanksSportsBallD.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/320/DanksSportsBallD.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115612129832798239?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115612129832798239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115612129832798239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-resolution-for-next-years-ball-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115611980792310290</id><published>2006-08-21T11:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:30:04.330+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball photos</title><content type='html'>The ball, which is an annual thing&lt;br /&gt;and where we drink and have a fling,&lt;br /&gt;went quickly so 5 hours seemed&lt;br /&gt;like one and any dancing dreamed...&lt;br /&gt;so now I'm spending equal time&lt;br /&gt;searching photo thumbs online&lt;br /&gt;wasting lovely warmth and sun&lt;br /&gt;looking for that whole group one...&lt;br /&gt;Though it was such a drunken night&lt;br /&gt;my search can't end in pix delight.&lt;br /&gt;But on I click through glamour gowns&lt;br /&gt;and monkey suits and posing clowns&lt;br /&gt;and these are just the formal shots,&lt;br /&gt;another thousand wait of sots&lt;br /&gt;all dancing, twirling, clinging: candid&lt;br /&gt;pix of flab, of lower standard...&lt;br /&gt;I might see sights of my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;My memory hasn't any trace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115611980792310290?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.alpha-events.co.nz/' title='Ball photos'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115611980792310290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115611980792310290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/08/ball-photos.html' title='Ball photos'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115423075380025481</id><published>2006-07-30T15:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:39:13.820+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo storage online</title><content type='html'>I spent some time last weekend, joining online photo places:&lt;br /&gt;like photobucket and yahoo, so we can share our faces.&lt;br /&gt;I set up user names and sent up sample pix&lt;br /&gt;and made up lists of what to do then emailed all the chicks&lt;br /&gt;and guys who have a camera. They all have photos too&lt;br /&gt;and in the past I had to ask for copies then I'd do&lt;br /&gt;the webpage making and upload those pix and pages for them.&lt;br /&gt;Now they're expected to upload their own to share and store them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115423075380025481?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115423075380025481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115423075380025481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/07/photo-storage-online.html' title='Photo storage online'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115362869320115305</id><published>2006-07-23T15:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:24:53.213+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cairns</title><content type='html'>We've been to Cairns and now returned&lt;br /&gt;to winter rain and cold.&lt;br /&gt;In Cairns the freeze had been adjorned&lt;br /&gt;but drizzling rain was bold.&lt;br /&gt;I thawed. I shopped. We drove a lot&lt;br /&gt;we saw the cyclone damage...&lt;br /&gt;the roofs and palm trees had been lopped.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how they manage.&lt;br /&gt;We took a cat out to the reef,&lt;br /&gt;Great Barrier Reef - Green Island.&lt;br /&gt;And there we climbed into, beneath&lt;br /&gt;a boat, to 'sub' and see sand.&lt;br /&gt;The jelly fish were stingers so&lt;br /&gt;we chose to not go snorkling,&lt;br /&gt;instead we rode another boat&lt;br /&gt;the kiwi host was chortling&lt;br /&gt;about a whale they'd seen the day&lt;br /&gt;before we went: a white one.&lt;br /&gt;We'd seen a dark one on the way,&lt;br /&gt;though humpback, not the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115362869320115305?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115362869320115305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115362869320115305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/07/cairns.html' title='Cairns'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115233103250927372</id><published>2006-07-08T15:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:57:12.536+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaze</title><content type='html'>It's been a week of sleeping in til noon;&lt;br /&gt;reading books with magic in and googling&lt;br /&gt;on gems and crystals. Buying moon-&lt;br /&gt;stone in a point, jade and jasper, lapis earrings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've packed in preparation for a flight:&lt;br /&gt;we're off to Cairns and sunshine; sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I've googled things to do. We might&lt;br /&gt;be tempted. And I've faked a tan in vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week of waiting, holding on&lt;br /&gt;to nothing-ness and knowing life's no song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115233103250927372?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115233103250927372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115233103250927372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/07/holidaze.html' title='Holidaze'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-115139026792941550</id><published>2006-06-27T18:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:37:47.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Murmurs</title><content type='html'>The image I am conscious of maintaining&lt;br /&gt;is crystal gazer, past the cluttered now&lt;br /&gt;to vistas worth some sacrifice attaining,&lt;br /&gt;impelling action short-sight won’t allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself to smile, find an angle&lt;br /&gt;where challenges are welcomed for the growth&lt;br /&gt;they will engender. Spider-like I dangle,&lt;br /&gt;spinning; watching others try; or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image I regret that I’m projecting&lt;br /&gt;is side-lined, warning fliers of some traps.&lt;br /&gt;the webs I weave must teach while they’re protecting&lt;br /&gt;my charges and myself. (Too much perhaps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself to look for what is working&lt;br /&gt;- despite the problems I would like to solve –&lt;br /&gt;and use it to avoid the pitfalls lurking&lt;br /&gt;in paragon critiques. Skills will evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image I hope others will remember&lt;br /&gt;is inner motivation that inspires.&lt;br /&gt;That urge to find a way: creation’s ember.&lt;br /&gt;Unique but also stoking other’s fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-115139026792941550?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115139026792941550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/115139026792941550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/06/mental-murmurs.html' title='Mental Murmurs'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114635534507427688</id><published>2006-04-30T11:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:35:31.256+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Green screen</title><content type='html'>When others take the long-laid bait&lt;br /&gt;and plan to make short films, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;When I am asked to instigate&lt;br /&gt;the green screen setup I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;to try out software, get a take&lt;br /&gt;on how it works and then update.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I make my fate.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way need fills my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114635534507427688?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114635534507427688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114635534507427688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/green-screen.html' title='Green screen'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114575639771502700</id><published>2006-04-23T13:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:08:47.580+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Stones</title><content type='html'>Rolling Stones in Auckland - Easter Sunday &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/640/stones_aprl06auk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/1992/320/stones_aprl06auk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they rock. The crowd was 60 thousand&lt;br /&gt;someone said. The screen was huge, and so I saw&lt;br /&gt;his lips, his string-bean belly making history.&lt;br /&gt;A concert - rock- I've never been to one before...&lt;br /&gt;thought I only knew one song. But I was satisfied&lt;br /&gt;and sang along with plenty more.&lt;br /&gt;He cavorted, tiny action doll in shiny shirts&lt;br /&gt;below the screen. The lighting show was jaw-&lt;br /&gt;dropping, matching him in energy.&lt;br /&gt;I used to fear  self-induced hysteria. Bore&lt;br /&gt;that I am. Judging from my cloud&lt;br /&gt;with rabbit-minded logic. It made me pleasure  poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114575639771502700?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114575639771502700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114575639771502700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/rolling-stones.html' title='Rolling Stones'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114575338478190430</id><published>2006-04-23T12:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:35:43.616+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Book (Villanelle)</title><content type='html'>I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Our memories combined as she confessed&lt;br /&gt;between the lines, where time is redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts are mine and our emotions bind&lt;br /&gt;us closer than true soul mates. I'm possessed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her essence flows through me and I'm aligned&lt;br /&gt;to heartbeats pulsing hope within her breast,&lt;br /&gt;between the lines, where time is redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep her joy, experience in kind&lt;br /&gt;the pleasures she discovers; I'm her guest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sob her pain and agonise, resigned&lt;br /&gt;to facing fate as life somehow digressed&lt;br /&gt;between the lines, where time is redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pages turn, more cameos unwind&lt;br /&gt;but I can only guess at all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind&lt;br /&gt;between the lines, where time is redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114575338478190430?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114575338478190430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114575338478190430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-book-villanelle.html' title='A Good Book (Villanelle)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114567280437355984</id><published>2006-04-22T14:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:56:48.333+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Conversation (sonnet)</title><content type='html'>The art of conversation withers when&lt;br /&gt;the workplace fills with challenge. Theories aired&lt;br /&gt;are well researched: Ten roosters crow, a hen&lt;br /&gt;just quickly pecks the eyes from ideas shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do leisure ladies practise repartee?&lt;br /&gt;Are fitness walks and coffee mornings rich&lt;br /&gt;with wit-inciting lingual artistry?&lt;br /&gt;Or is their surface chatter nouveau kitsch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do web-based messageboards and email lists&lt;br /&gt;provide a salon conversation pit?&lt;br /&gt;Discussions written lack the nods and fists&lt;br /&gt;or pearling eyes that glimpse an idea's grit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll learn the fencing skills to parry friction&lt;br /&gt;performing in arenas of conviction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114567280437355984?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114567280437355984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114567280437355984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-of-conversation-sonnet.html' title='The Art of Conversation (sonnet)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114500003390728061</id><published>2006-04-14T19:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:33:53.916+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Good Friday was good. The house is cleaned,&lt;br /&gt;my bag is packed and the chocolate fiend&lt;br /&gt;inside me unwrapped and ate a marshmellow egg.&lt;br /&gt;2 hot cross buns were warmed just right&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow we're catching an aeroplane flight.&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the day in Dunedin. Got eggs&lt;br /&gt;to give my son when we tour his unicol home.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we fly to Auckland. We roam&lt;br /&gt;the country this easter, like rolling stones.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see them in Auckland at Western Springs&lt;br /&gt;then drive 6 hours, for Easter brings&lt;br /&gt;my daughter to visit us. Poor travelling bones.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114500003390728061?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114500003390728061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114500003390728061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114431381537295487</id><published>2006-04-06T20:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:56:55.446+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions  (pantoum)</title><content type='html'>Love the questions in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wallow in them, Wonder 'Why?'&lt;br /&gt;Answers drift until confined.&lt;br /&gt;Let the questions stretch and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallow in them. Wonder why&lt;br /&gt;your brainstorm only helps you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Let the questions stretch and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the itch beneath the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brainstorm only helps you ask&lt;br /&gt;more questions - find a place to start.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the itch beneath the mask:&lt;br /&gt;gather facts. (Subdue your heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questions! Find a place to start,&lt;br /&gt;take an open-minded view,&lt;br /&gt;gather facts, subdue your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Questions undermine... Renew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an open-minded view,&lt;br /&gt;ignore habitual compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Questions undermine. Renew&lt;br /&gt;your purpose. Let them energise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore habitual compromise,&lt;br /&gt;answers hide behind knee-jerks.&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose? Let them energise;&lt;br /&gt;between the facts, an answer lurks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers hide behind knee-jerks.&lt;br /&gt;Answers drift until confined&lt;br /&gt;between the facts. An answer lurks:&lt;br /&gt;love the questions in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114431381537295487?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114431381537295487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114431381537295487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions-pantoum.html' title='Questions  (pantoum)'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-114092055497285518</id><published>2006-02-26T15:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:31:13.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT Conference in Rotorua</title><content type='html'>I travelled to Rotorua and spent&lt;br /&gt;the last few days a-gog. I went&lt;br /&gt;to see how ICT has changed&lt;br /&gt;and found e-learning re-arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustion dogged me. Workshops full&lt;br /&gt;of eagerness and ideas. Pull&lt;br /&gt;me, prod me, it's all great&lt;br /&gt;but no one mentioned what the state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of e-devices is - might be -&lt;br /&gt;Instead I learned of Inquiry.&lt;br /&gt;A model we have thought about&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm keen, there is no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keynote speakers touched upon&lt;br /&gt;computer software, cameras. Gone&lt;br /&gt;was any other mention&lt;br /&gt;(although some websites got attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows how far we've come along&lt;br /&gt;the road of digital sing-song.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're recognising tools&lt;br /&gt;as useful... but our teaching rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-114092055497285518?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.learningatschool.org.nz' title='ICT Conference in Rotorua'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114092055497285518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/114092055497285518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2006/02/ict-conference-in-rotorua.html' title='ICT Conference in Rotorua'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112980208663713654</id><published>2005-10-20T22:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:54:46.646+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sudoku pantoum</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written to express my frustration at being fascinated by something requiring no creativity at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His elegance is oriental&lt;br /&gt;neatly square and finely drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate, unsentimental,&lt;br /&gt;poised, inscrutable. A pawn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Neatly square and finely drawn,&lt;br /&gt;face hiding more than is revealed,&lt;br /&gt;poised, inscrutable: a pawn&lt;br /&gt;whose role is helping fate be sealed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Face hiding more than is revealed,&lt;br /&gt;a square of squares combines in nines,&lt;br /&gt;whose role is helping fate be sealed&lt;br /&gt;with simple single-digit lines.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A square of squares combines in nines,&lt;br /&gt;as three by three across three times&lt;br /&gt;with simple single-digit lines&lt;br /&gt;predictable as nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As three by three across three times&lt;br /&gt;exposes patterns, he entices.&lt;br /&gt;Predictable as nursery rhymes&lt;br /&gt;but guessing could create a crisis&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(exposes patterns). He entices.&lt;br /&gt;Repetitions have a place&lt;br /&gt;but guessing could create a crisis,&lt;br /&gt;conquering is not a race.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Repetitions have a place&lt;br /&gt;in off-set parallels, like life.&lt;br /&gt;Conquering is not a race,&lt;br /&gt;be slow to move - a foot-bound wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In off-set parallels like life,&lt;br /&gt;dictated to by logic's laws,&lt;br /&gt;be slow to move. (A foot-bound wife,&lt;br /&gt;but finding strength within a pause.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dictated to by logic's laws&lt;br /&gt;in intricate formations, trapped&lt;br /&gt;but finding strength within a pause.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination stunted, wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In intricate formations. Trapped.&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate. Unsentimental.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination stunted... Rapt...&lt;br /&gt;His elegance coincidental.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sudoku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112980208663713654?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sudoku.com/' title='sudoku pantoum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112980208663713654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112980208663713654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/10/sudoku-pantoum.html' title='sudoku pantoum'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112779948224500244</id><published>2005-09-27T17:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:38:02.250+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>Sunshine and a picnic, what a perfect lunch that makes,&lt;br /&gt;when gentle friends are there to feed the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Unwinding in the sun is more a treat that layer cakes&lt;br /&gt;when there are no demands but idle-loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I know that's weak but I just downed a glass of riesling too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112779948224500244?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112779948224500244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112779948224500244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/09/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112712206002629198</id><published>2005-09-19T20:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:27:40.340+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen Boyes</title><content type='html'>I went to hear a woman speak&lt;br /&gt;from 4 till 7 at night.&lt;br /&gt;She talked about the way we think,&lt;br /&gt;I got some new insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reticular something is seeing a lot&lt;br /&gt;of whatever we just learned&lt;br /&gt;(or did, or have an interest in),&lt;br /&gt;self-confirmation's concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ought to wait for kids' responses&lt;br /&gt;when we ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;Instead we answer it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;or paraphrase. Digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarify when listening,&lt;br /&gt;being non-judgemental shows&lt;br /&gt;the listener values the speaker's thoughts&lt;br /&gt;(or thinking process), knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that empathising lets emotions&lt;br /&gt;find some validation. &lt;br /&gt;Children need to know they're safe &lt;br /&gt;if they're to risk creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112712206002629198?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112712206002629198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112712206002629198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/09/karen-boyes.html' title='Karen Boyes'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112434936841938122</id><published>2005-08-18T18:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:16:08.456+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The spiral of life</title><content type='html'>Life is a spiralling set of events,&lt;br /&gt;repeating predictably when&lt;br /&gt;the days in the week form a pattern&lt;br /&gt;and even surprises are zen&lt;br /&gt;-like; they fill expectations&lt;br /&gt;and seem as if they had been meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make progress in spirals,&lt;br /&gt;relationships often stand still,&lt;br /&gt;and if there is no moving forward&lt;br /&gt;our interests are targeted kill;&lt;br /&gt;predestined to teach as if sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite horoscope site... Mystic Medusa is magic with words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.astrology.yahoo.com"&gt;http://au.astrology.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquarius is a Fixed Air sign; infuriatingly stubborn yet too smart to care what YOU think. Always eager to dissent, the Aqua-Maddie vibes conservative in fringe company and revels in weirding out the straights. The beat of a different drummer? Aquarius marches to the beat of an instrument that hasn't even been invented yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112434936841938122?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://think.atspace.com/thinklearn.htm' title='The spiral of life'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112434936841938122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112434936841938122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/08/spiral-of-life.html' title='The spiral of life'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112374556343468388</id><published>2005-08-11T19:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:32:43.440+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Rut</title><content type='html'>I rained in my dull halo rut&lt;br /&gt;and while a weak part of me longed&lt;br /&gt;for paving or her greener pastures, &lt;br /&gt;my tears puddled cess-pooling mud.&lt;br /&gt;It spattered the halo wheel turning,&lt;br /&gt;repeating emotion in circles,&lt;br /&gt;reheating cooled memory blood.&lt;br /&gt;My martyr wreath, tread milling rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112374556343468388?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112374556343468388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112374556343468388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/08/memory-rut.html' title='Memory Rut'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112365529886539578</id><published>2005-08-10T18:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:28:18.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof Dev</title><content type='html'>Term 3 and 3 weeks into it,&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a lot so far,&lt;br /&gt;discovered tricks in software and&lt;br /&gt;attended courses. Star&lt;br /&gt;speakers can inspire me&lt;br /&gt;and next week there'll be more.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do some net-safe thinking then&lt;br /&gt;but won't become a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Then later on a conference waits:&lt;br /&gt;3 nights in Auckland. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;I've stayed at that hotel before&lt;br /&gt;and could be gone a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112365529886539578?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112365529886539578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112365529886539578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/08/prof-dev.html' title='Prof Dev'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112323232481153413</id><published>2005-08-05T20:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:58:44.816+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday again</title><content type='html'>Another week of work has passed&lt;br /&gt;and I feel vaguely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A nagging itch to change what is &lt;br /&gt;has made me think too long.&lt;br /&gt;Some plans are made and consultation&lt;br /&gt;has been started with&lt;br /&gt;the teachers who my ideas will soon&lt;br /&gt;affect. What's right's a myth.&lt;br /&gt;There's never any end point when&lt;br /&gt;we know how teaching should&lt;br /&gt;be done and so we search and try&lt;br /&gt;new ways that sound as if they're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about unlearning and &lt;br /&gt;it made me think about&lt;br /&gt;the way we value knowledge more&lt;br /&gt;than kindness, beauty, doubt.&lt;br /&gt;While in relationships forget-&lt;br /&gt;fulness is seen as best &lt;br /&gt;when hurtful actions threaten bonds.&lt;br /&gt;So why like memory tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112323232481153413?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112323232481153413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112323232481153413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-again.html' title='Friday again'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112167156170535813</id><published>2005-07-18T19:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:26:01.710+12:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>We've settled in and how I love&lt;br /&gt;this house we bought in town.&lt;br /&gt;The drive is steep the section slopes&lt;br /&gt;and lots of steps lead down&lt;br /&gt;but once I get inside the trek&lt;br /&gt;seems worth each healthy puff,&lt;br /&gt;the house is lovely, feeds my soul&lt;br /&gt;and that is quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112167156170535813?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112167156170535813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112167156170535813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-112019756036999685</id><published>2005-07-01T17:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:59:20.376+12:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>It's Friday. I'm a couched potato, stuffed&lt;br /&gt;and drowning in exhaustion. Buffed&lt;br /&gt;by years of knowing chores build up,&lt;br /&gt;I robot-cleaned before my cup&lt;br /&gt;of tea. Television keeps my mind &lt;br /&gt;off what the weekend adds to lined&lt;br /&gt;and drooping facial skin.  Paid work:&lt;br /&gt;A crawling load that I can't shirk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-112019756036999685?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112019756036999685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/112019756036999685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/07/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111968868781931039</id><published>2005-06-25T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:38:07.866+12:00</updated><title type='text'>school show</title><content type='html'>This morning I went searching for&lt;br /&gt;some costumes for our show.&lt;br /&gt;I needed Superman and Bond&lt;br /&gt;and astronauts and so&lt;br /&gt;I trailed 'round the dress-up hire &lt;br /&gt;places in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I got bow ties but boxing gloves&lt;br /&gt;were asked about in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner jackets, buttoned shirts,&lt;br /&gt;in children's sizes -found!&lt;br /&gt;Superman in triplicate &lt;br /&gt;but... no astronauts around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, like every evening&lt;br /&gt;I have spent this week,&lt;br /&gt;I sat with my sleek laptop open,&lt;br /&gt;making pictures peek&lt;br /&gt;on powerpoints that highlight all&lt;br /&gt;the decades that have passed&lt;br /&gt;of our departing principal&lt;br /&gt;for whom the show is cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111968868781931039?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111968868781931039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111968868781931039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-show.html' title='school show'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111890277983098650</id><published>2005-06-16T18:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:34:32.823+12:00</updated><title type='text'>pantoum - depression is the root of all... art</title><content type='html'>Art from Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufferers seek solace salivating,&lt;br /&gt;licking lips at details that depress.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is deepened double-dating:&lt;br /&gt;company is misery's success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licking lips at details that depress,&lt;br /&gt;(reliving bitter scenes) inflicts self-doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Company is misery's success&lt;br /&gt;but loneliness lets inner demons shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving bitter scenes inflicts self-doubt -&lt;br /&gt;abscessed pain must drain or it will burst&lt;br /&gt;but loneliness lets inner demons shout&lt;br /&gt;with paintbrushes and pencils, image-cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abscessed pain must drain or it will burst,&lt;br /&gt;constant aches build barriers to break&lt;br /&gt;with paintbrushes and pencils, image-cursed.&lt;br /&gt;Explosions tear excuse-veneers we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant aches build barriers to break, &lt;br /&gt;artists are corrosively inspired;&lt;br /&gt;explosions tear excuse-veneers we make&lt;br /&gt;and desolate creations are admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists are corrosively inspired -&lt;br /&gt;suffering is deepened double-dating&lt;br /&gt;and desolate creations are admired:&lt;br /&gt;sufferers seek solace salivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111890277983098650?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111890277983098650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111890277983098650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/pantoum-depression-is-root-of-all-art.html' title='pantoum - depression is the root of all... art'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111882437321840639</id><published>2005-06-15T20:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:32:53.283+12:00</updated><title type='text'>being bitchy</title><content type='html'>The tongue is very light and yet I haven't learnt to hold it,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish I'd bitten on my tongue as if to scold it.&lt;br /&gt;For then I mightn't make a mean and pointless observation&lt;br /&gt;about a person I have judged by first impression. The temptation&lt;br /&gt;to jump to bitchy unsubstantiated base conclusions,&lt;br /&gt;is one I should have overcome along with youth's confusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111882437321840639?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111882437321840639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111882437321840639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-bitchy.html' title='being bitchy'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111873303092462453</id><published>2005-06-14T18:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:10:30.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>As usual there is far too much&lt;br /&gt;to get through every day. &lt;br /&gt;I learnt a while back that there &lt;br /&gt;is only one sane way&lt;br /&gt;to cope with all the various &lt;br /&gt;demands from all directions:&lt;br /&gt;focusing on straight ahead,&lt;br /&gt;avoiding most corrections.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a lot of interruptions,&lt;br /&gt;lots of deviations&lt;br /&gt;but as I get through each big task&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride with my elation.&lt;br /&gt;The little things fall into place,&lt;br /&gt;they happen in between&lt;br /&gt;while all those unexpected chores&lt;br /&gt;are fresh and keep me keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111873303092462453?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111873303092462453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111873303092462453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111839050412141269</id><published>2005-06-10T19:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:01:44.190+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting House</title><content type='html'>Packing things might be a chore&lt;br /&gt;but 'though it's work, it's so much more;&lt;br /&gt;anticipation cannot bore&lt;br /&gt;and finally I don't ignore&lt;br /&gt;the little tasks I can't adore&lt;br /&gt;like clearing off a wardrobe floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped up pictures off the wall&lt;br /&gt;and stacked them up so they can't fall&lt;br /&gt;inside a box stacked up with all&lt;br /&gt;the other boxes. I'll recall&lt;br /&gt;the contents since my neatest scrawl&lt;br /&gt;is labelling each, big and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111839050412141269?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111839050412141269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111839050412141269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/shifting-house.html' title='Shifting House'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111822134165977842</id><published>2005-06-08T20:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:07:39.916+12:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness</title><content type='html'>Thinking how a friend is good and kind and selfless too&lt;br /&gt;it dawned on me that good is something I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I act the part and when it comes to choosing right I will...&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't have any choice... but something in me still&lt;br /&gt;rebels and thumbs its nose at doing what's expected by&lt;br /&gt;the moralistic culture western governments hold high.&lt;br /&gt;As usual this rebellion stems from wond'ring what is 'right'&lt;br /&gt;and how the 'truth' can be defined without a godly light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111822134165977842?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111822134165977842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111822134165977842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodness.html' title='goodness'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111725536755518297</id><published>2005-05-28T16:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:42:47.560+12:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling down, the lack of sun? A high just yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the body throws these hormones into play.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day solving things and learning little tricks&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday is gone and now I'm drooping, maybe sick.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and looked at shops with dining tables, chairs...&lt;br /&gt;I love to plan new purchases so why do I despair?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good week, life is calm and organised, I cope.&lt;br /&gt;But underneath I want to curl up, read a lot and mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111725536755518297?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111725536755518297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111725536755518297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/05/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111657672312439645</id><published>2005-05-20T19:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:12:03.166+12:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>At half past 5, after work&lt;br /&gt;we viewed a house for sale.&lt;br /&gt;The last few I had seen had been&lt;br /&gt;so boring, 'though my male&lt;br /&gt;thought potential was enough...&lt;br /&gt;But finally, a house I love!&lt;br /&gt;Each room was so exciting,&lt;br /&gt;the layout far above&lt;br /&gt;my every expectation,&lt;br /&gt;this place just spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;We made an offer which they countered.&lt;br /&gt;To our next, they could agree.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm packing nightly&lt;br /&gt;remembering details,&lt;br /&gt;the house has interest value&lt;br /&gt;beside which, money pales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111657672312439645?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111657672312439645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111657672312439645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111657528539851810</id><published>2005-05-20T19:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:48:05.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new house&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/640/HV041115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/HV041115.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111657528539851810?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111657528539851810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111657528539851810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-new-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111519441610105951</id><published>2005-05-04T20:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:15:30.866+12:00</updated><title type='text'>house hunting</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend looking for a house where I could live,&lt;br /&gt;at open homes I'd listed from the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'd checked them all beforehand on the web and thought OK&lt;br /&gt;but 3D viewing is another caper.&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the street appeal that really shouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;but houses have to feel right when you see them;&lt;br /&gt;there's something in proportions when you walk around inside&lt;br /&gt;that whispers nay or yes this is a gem.&lt;br /&gt;But going through the motions is supposed to help us feel &lt;br /&gt;more informed on market value stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Lockwood house that I could live in happily&lt;br /&gt;but viewing goes on daily. When's enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111519441610105951?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111519441610105951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111519441610105951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/05/house-hunting.html' title='house hunting'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111483581151632671</id><published>2005-04-30T16:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:43:16.960+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A painting</title><content type='html'>A painting in a shop spoke to me the other day, it was enigmatic, the tenseness of the characters made me come back to it several times. A couple in a cafe. I wanted to try the reverse of  the saying 'A picture paints 1000 words' so here's a sonnet -&lt;br /&gt;A POEM PAINTING A PICTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low watts in cornered light bulbs hide her clenched&lt;br /&gt;left hand and unseen bruises form where knees&lt;br /&gt;appear demurely placed to please entrenched&lt;br /&gt;conventions. There, glare reaches in to tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shadowed back triangulates the contrasts,&lt;br /&gt;colours draw the eye past clothes, to lips&lt;br /&gt;that shimmer, partly open as light shone casts&lt;br /&gt;focus on the way her smile slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans away as one bright finger points&lt;br /&gt;out worry on his brow and strokes a line&lt;br /&gt;diagonally down. A spark anoints&lt;br /&gt;his wedding ring - that slashed round warning sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met for drinks but guilt keeps them apart.&lt;br /&gt;The painting hangs unframed inside her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111483581151632671?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111483581151632671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111483581151632671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/04/painting.html' title='A painting'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111468071393174715</id><published>2005-04-28T21:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:31:53.930+12:00</updated><title type='text'>sold</title><content type='html'>I went to town today and signed our place away.&lt;br /&gt;Potential buyers fought and upped the price I thought&lt;br /&gt;we'd get, by quite a lot. So now I'm on the trot&lt;br /&gt;and checking houses every day. I'll limit what WE'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111468071393174715?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111468071393174715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111468071393174715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/04/sold.html' title='sold'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111440117869402253</id><published>2005-04-25T15:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:25:08.113+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My father</title><content type='html'>He's gone and only memories will keep&lt;br /&gt;my father from oblivion - that hell&lt;br /&gt;where, stripped of voice, death-rest is all we reap.&lt;br /&gt;And yet he's here, for I remember well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insistence on high standards in all speech,&lt;br /&gt;on logic, understanding 'what' and 'why'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I recall his criticisms, each&lt;br /&gt;a wing-clip meaning we soon yearned to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed he cared with knowledge shared; it seemed&lt;br /&gt;as though his mind was packed with filed facts.&lt;br /&gt;A clever man, not hinting that he dreamed&lt;br /&gt;for us or for himself - but that was Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay there lifeless in that coffin bed&lt;br /&gt;but I can hear him still, inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111440117869402253?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111440117869402253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111440117869402253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-father.html' title='My father'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111302803475201903</id><published>2005-04-09T17:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:35:05.713+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Barrymore, Gary McCormick, Tim Shadbolt</title><content type='html'>One week to go and then we have, two weeks of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to wish my life away by counting down; it says&lt;br /&gt;a lot about my attitude to work and time away&lt;br /&gt;particu'ly the weariness that's settled in to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I have socialised a lot (for me) and been&lt;br /&gt;to watch a famous travelling show, I dressed up, really keen&lt;br /&gt;to see "Chicago" live and thought that Barrymore would mean&lt;br /&gt;a top performance from a cast to match his brilliant scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was charismatic and the other leads were good&lt;br /&gt;but all in all it wasn't great and "My Fair Lady" would&lt;br /&gt;outclass it any day in my opinion. Could&lt;br /&gt;the Napier Operatics go professional? They should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday night I sat upon a barstool laughing hard&lt;br /&gt;at jokes that poured like spirulina, thick and fruity. Bard&lt;br /&gt;and entertainer, Gary McCormick played his every card,&lt;br /&gt;then Invercargill's mayor came on and both of them then sparred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm on a downer, silly. That's what happens when&lt;br /&gt;you spoil yourself and gad about and see a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;The real estate 'for sale' sign is up; it's helped to send&lt;br /&gt;5 buyers through on tours, so each night I clean till 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111302803475201903?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111302803475201903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111302803475201903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/04/michael-barrymore-gary-mccormick-tim.html' title='Michael Barrymore, Gary McCormick, Tim Shadbolt'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898685.post-111208159772843680</id><published>2005-03-29T19:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:33:17.730+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter was a time to tidy up around the place,&lt;br /&gt;we cleaned and cleared and trimmed and dumped and sprayed. A hectic race&lt;br /&gt;with time that made me stress a bit but now at last it's done.&lt;br /&gt;The signs go up this week and now each weekend I shall run&lt;br /&gt;the frantic race again for open days until the tenders&lt;br /&gt;roll on in.  My inlaws come- a hip replacement renders&lt;br /&gt;men a little worse for wear, so they will stay with us&lt;br /&gt;until the hippy trauma site recovers from the fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from heavy labour we had tea one night with friends&lt;br /&gt;and planned to watch 'Chicago' live next Sunday and that sends&lt;br /&gt;me into pleasant fantasies of jazz and Deco gear&lt;br /&gt;so I feel well rewarded for my broken nails here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS&lt;br /&gt;SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898685-111208159772843680?l=eyema-wryma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111208159772843680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898685/posts/default/111208159772843680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyema-wryma.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Diz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546397274094927485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/1992/320/1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
