John John Johnston Johnston

Posted on 18th May 2016 by NomadWarMachine

Today’s Daily Create jogged a memory.

So here’s my adaptation of Disobedience by A. A. Milne

John John Johnston Johnston Weatherby George DuPree
Took great care of his DS106 socks though he had only three
John John said to his friends:
“Friends,” he said, said he,
“You must never go out in my DS106 socks,
Coz they belong to me.
Don’t ever go out in my DS106 socks,
Coz they belong to me.”

But John John Johnston’s friends put on his DS106 socks.
John John Johnston’s friends spotted a crazy fox.
John John Johnston’s friends
All said “Fiddle de dee,
We can go out in John John’s socks
And be back in time for tea.
We can go out in John John’s socks
And be back in time for tea.”
King John put up a notice: “Lost, stolen or strayed,
John John Johnston’s socks,
Seem to have been mislaid
Friends went wandering vaguely of their own accord
They went out wearing John John’s socks–
Forty shillings reward.
They went out wearing John John’s socks–
Forty shillings reward.

John John Johnston Johnston, commonly known as “John”
Said to his other relations not to go blaming him
For John John said to his friends
“Friends”, he said, said he
“Don’t ever go wearing my DS106 socks,
Coz they belong to me.
“Don’t ever go wearing my DS106 socks,
Coz they belong to me.”

Now John John Johnston’s socks,
Haven’t been heard of since,
King John sent down to give his regrets,
And so did the queen and the prince,
King John, somebody told me,
Said to a man he knew,
“If people will wear DS106 socks
Well what can anyone do?
If people will wear DS106 socks,
Well what can anyone do?”

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Between the lines

Posted on 7th May 2016 by NomadWarMachine

So grab your camera and start reading between the lines! What will you find when you are thinking through your lens? Kim’s weekly photo challenge

I’ve been away up in the Cairngorms this week birding, or something like that. We did see lots of little birds and heard more, but they moved so quickly that I didn’t get many photos. But I must have had Kim’s challenge at the back of my mind because I did take a lot of pictures of what I called “framing” shots.Here’s one of the huge “granny” pines in Abernethy woods. I was fascinated by the cracks and crevices in the pine and used it to frame the younger trees behind it, which themselves create frames of forest and sky. Pine tree in forest

These next two form a huge contrast for me. The first is an attempt at a pine forest by landowners who did not understand that trees need space to grow. Look how spindly the trunks of the trees are – like matchsticks and probably only fit for use as kindling. Not much going on between the lines there.

Bad pine forest

By contrast look at this pine forest. Also managed, but this time by the RSPB. See how the trunks have space to grow.* I love this shot – see how the trees frame Loch Garten in the background and the scenery beyond it. good pine forest

* There’s an obvious metaphor here that I’ll return to in a later post.

On Friday we drove up to the coast and stopped at a bird hide outside Findhorn. Inside was dark and cold:

Inside a bird hide

Outside was glorious sunshine. I tried to frame the sun through the windows of the hide, but you don’t really get the contrast I don’t think. Here’s the view when I poked my camera through the window.

Sunshine over a beach

We drove home today through stunning scenery, and stopped to admire the view. I love all of the different colours in this – from the snow on the mountains to the purple of N’s aran jumper, made by me (of course).

Niall looking across at scottish mountains and valleys

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Frogitat

Posted on 28th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

One day we’ll have a pond in the garden. We’ve got all the bits to do it, it’s just (!) a matter of Niall finding the time (and the right weather) to do it. My ambition, of course, is to have lots of frogs in it. That ambition got  a little bit closer to being realised this week when Niall gave me a frog home. Here it is out in the garden with some plastic frogs (another present from Niall).

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Pic by me CC-BY-SA-NC

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#TDC1571

Posted on 27th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

Today’s Daily Create: Write a fictional backstory for a death reported by @DeathMedieval

Geoff never wanted to be a mason. “Stone is boring”, he moaned to his mum. “I don’t wanna be a mason. I wanna be a pirate, or ahighwayman, or a priest – somebody with fancy togs”. But mother mason was a firm believer in family tradition. “It was good enough for gramps, and it’s good enough for your dad, so it’ll be good enough for you, young man. Besides which, we’ve got the name now – I can’t be doing with you getting a different job. I mean, whoever heard of somebody called Mason who wasn’t a mason?”

Geoff gave up. It was never any good arguing with his mum. She just talked louder and louder till you gave in because your head was thumping. Better just get on with it.

Time passed, and Geoff went on masoning away. Though he never came to love it, he took pride in his work and became known as the person to go to if you wanted that special bit of stonework to wow your family and friends. So when the bishop of Leicester looked at the church of St Leonard and decided it needed a brand new fancy font, Geoff was the natural person to ask.

Geoff set up his tools and stone in the graveyard and started chipping away. Soon he’d made a fine font decorated with eagles, and frogs and even a little baby Jesus.

The bishop hated it. “Frogs”, he shouted. “I hate bloody frogs. I’m not paying for that monstrosity. P*** off.”  “But what about my money?” Geoff asked. “That stone cost a pretty penny and I’ve been working on it for weeks”. “Tough luck”, said the bishop. “Not paying, can’t make me.”

Geoff went home and told his mum. “We’ll see about that”, she said. “If he won’t pay fair and square there’s ways and means of getting what’s due to us.”

So that’s how Geoff ended up coming out of the church with his arms full of vestments, surplices, books  and other ornaments just as the thunderstorm started. The lightning came down the church steeple and latched onto the ornamental goblet Geoff was holding. Bam! Geoff was dead as a Dodo.

“That’s what happens to those who go against the will of the Lord”, chuckled the bishop.

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Schwarmdummheit

Posted on 24th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

I expect that, like me, you’re familiar with the wisdom of the crowd – but have you heard of it’s opposite? Until recently I hadn’t.

Glancing through tweets the other day I came across this tweet from Ron:

Yes! Swarm stupidity. Exactly. This is what happens to intelligent people when they’re forced to spend all of their time in meetings with managers, or being managed by managers.

it’s not about stupid individuals forming a swarm, but about intelligent individuals who surprisingly behave stupidly as a group. Gunter Dueck

Do you have a manager who likes to ask you to give 110%? Be warned – you are in danger of falling into Schwarmdummheit. Managers, according to Dweck, avoid thinking by going to meetings. Do you know a manager like that?

In his longish presentation Dweck also introduces us to SABTA individuals (this quote is screenshot from the presentation below).

SABTA

I’m sure this will resonate with some of us. These individuals, he says, often suffer from the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Here’s a version of the presentation in English (thanks Ron)

 

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Daily Shakespeare

Posted on 23rd April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

This week’s Daily Create has been all about Shakespeare as it’s the 400th anniversary of his death today. One Monday it was about Yorick, and I did a quick gif. Tuesday I riffed on “Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!”

Oh she doth teach the flowers to burn bright (1)

Wednesday I experimented with a comic which I made using Make Belief Comix:

MakeBeliefsComix

On Thursday I decided that Bottom’s dream would be an endless pit (black hole) of carrots and used my elderly copy of PaintShop Pro to make this:

black hole carrot

On Friday I decided it was time I got to grips with GIMP so I downloaded it onto my work PC and did a quick mashup to amuse my colleagues (well, maybe). I didn’t get around to the daily create though.

Today I downloaded GIMP onto my hole machine and used it to create a Loch Ness Shakespeare:

shakesnessie

I’d been wary of using GIMP, as folk had told me how hard it is – but to be honest it’s as easy as PaintShop Pro. OK. so I haven’t found out how to resize images yet (I cheated and did that in Paint first), but making quick mash ups is fairly easy and I love the fact that I can Google for tips easily (the copy of PaintShop Pro I was given has no user manual, so I’ve been proceeding by trial and error).

Now to start refining my skilz. Thanks to Sandy and her partner Peter for the daily creates this week – they’ve been fun.

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You’ve got a friend

Posted on 18th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

I couldn’t listen to Carole King for a long, long time. It was Nick’s (my brother’s) music, and hearing it took me back to a hard time of hurt, and pain, and misunderstanding. But two events recently made me realise that it didn’t hurt any more. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those dark days, but I can talk about it now without it tearing out my soul.

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A couple of weeks ago Niall and I were down south with my folks. As we drove through Southampton to visit the Solent Sky Museum, I realised we’d be travelling over the Itchen Bridge, and I said nothing to my parents.

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Then last week I came downstairs to find a card from Kevin with these words on it:

carole king

 

Lovely words – from one friend to another. And they didn’t hurt, and that made me smile even more.

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(Trigger Warning  – suicide attempts)

In 1995 I was studying for my philosophy finals. I was living in a small and chaotic house with my friend Jeremy, his girlfriend (our landlady) Sonia, some hockey playing lass whose name I forget, and Nick. Nick’s marriage had broken down and he’d come over to Southampton to do a degree in Maths. We ate a lot, drank a lot, argued a lot (Nick and Jeremy in particular banged heads about philosophy), smoked a lot and were generally students. We were happy, or so we thought.

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Jeremy and I walked home from Uni, chatting about stuff. Sonia met us at the front door, white faced. Nick had attempted an overdose and she’d found him. He was alive, out of (physical) danger, in hospital.

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As I sat in Nick’s room the next day, picking up the empty pill packets and vodka bottles, I flicked on his CD player:

Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow

Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t know. I had no clue. I was a crap sister. My brother was hurting and I hadn’t realised how much.

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We patched him, up, somehow. He tried again twice more – another attempted overdose next, then a jump off the Itchen Bridge.

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While we were down south Niall and I helped mum to put up some of her pictures in her and dad’s new house. On the sideboard was one of Nick and Helen’s wedding photos. Helen is laughing so hard and Nick looks … happy. His second marriage is a happy one. My brother is happy. I realise I don’t worry about him now.

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I spent a while worrying that Nick might try and kill himself again, and then a long time realising that there was nothing anyone could do to help. But I don’t think he will, not now. Not with that lovely orange vest to wear.

BRBB

And, as I wrote this, I’ve been listening to Carole King – without crying.

Pic of Nick with his wife Helen, their daughter Bron and his son Luke in front of their Big Red Bus Bar earlier this month.

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Poor Yorick

Posted on 18th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

Back from a day away, so rushed for time, but wanting to do something with this from today’s Daily Create:

“Alas, poor Yorick, for I knew him well…” Creatively interpret this famous line with something involving a skull.

Never read/seen the play, but think that Yorick was a jester. Google and find hideous actor associated with him  (not even linking this one!). Hmmm … off to Flickr.

 

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Jester: flickr photo by duncan  shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC) license

Skull: flickr photo by jordan_lloyd shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

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VanGo yourself

Posted on 17th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

Today’s Daily Create is to re-enact a famous painting. As soon as I saw a lute I knew what I wanted to do. This is my great grandma’s mandolin and I love that it hangs on my walls next to my modern one.

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Grids and Gestures 3

Posted on 16th April 2016 by NomadWarMachine

Feeling better today, so was out in the garden for a while and not needing to lie down so much (though I did not enjoy Cagney and Lacey’s attempts to wake me up from 6am this morning). I experimented with colour for today’s grid, but did not like the result, so reverted to black pen. Thanks to this #CLMooc/#Rhizo/ #DigiWriMo etc. community I am far more confident than I used to be about sharing this stuff.

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