“The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.”
An interesting enough story from the research labs which, the reporter Sabrina Imbler wrote “When an Eel Climbs a Ramp to Eat Squid From a Clamp, That’s a Moray” as the “dek” (aka subheading) but the section editor Michael Roston determined it should be the headline. But it didn’t stop there. On a roll they went for broke with four verses.
When an Eel Climbs a Ramp. To Eat Squid From a Clamp. That’s a Moray
When an eel wants a squid that’s on land. God forbid! That’s a Moray.
If the squid is too flat. There’s no problem with that. That’s a Moray.
If the squid is so big. It still eats like a pig. That’s a Moray.
It deserves some sort of prize, standing alongside “Super Caley go ballistic, Celtic are atrocious” in the all-time pantheon of headlines you can sing.
The couplet that caught my eye was “training an eel, is like training a seal”
The Fortune Men by Nadifa Mohamed
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Set in the city where I grew up and in a time not too long before I was born, this novel describes the events around the unlawful killing of two people. Both are immigrants who live in the area around Cardiff Docks that was known as Tiger Bay. The descriptions of the background to their lives and the lives of others in the area opened my eyes to somewhere that I thought I knew well enough.
It’s a tragic, true tale where nobody wins and the events deeply affect the families of those closely involved.
Bute Street and the Docks was an area with a reputation and where my parents would have been frightened for my safety if they had known that I ventured there after dark, two decades after this time. Populated by people who were often strangers in a strange land, a mix of races, creeds and cultures all trying to make a living in what had once been the busiest port on earth but was now on its way down economically as trading in coal tailed off.
Nadifa’s writing is excellent throughout, evoking the poverty of the times, the feeling of alienation of much of the population and the prejudice shown to them. I was gripped from start to finish.
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On Midsummer’s Day, some words from A Midsummer Night’s Dream – enjoy.
“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“My soul is in the sky.”
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
“Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.”
Up to a point a person’s life is shaped by environment, heredity, and changes in the world about them. Then there comes a time when it lies within their grasp to shape the clay of their life into the sort of thing they wish it to be. Only the weak blame parents, their times, lack of good fortune or the quirks of fate. Everyone has the power to say, “This I am today. That I shall be tomorrow.”
I read this article in the Guardian today and wondered if there are any dentists involved in the hair game. It strikes me that if someone has a need but they’re not sure who to trust the why not their local GDP? The same old horror stories are mentioned and Tom who was quoted in the article summed things up in a way that reminded me of plenty of dental stories. “Classic red flags are: ‘We can get you in tomorrow’, ‘We’ll offer you a discount’, and ‘We’ve just had a cancellation’,” Stevenson says. “What you want is a clinic who can’t get you in for six months; where the price is the price. But when you’re vulnerable, you hear what you want to hear and a lot of clinics know what buttons to press.” Other warning signs, he says, include claims of “guaranteed results”, “unlimited grafts” and “scarless surgery”.
Because transplant surgery involves cutting the skin, any provider in England must be registered with the Care Quality Commission (CQC)….Beyond that, there is only guidance for clinics to follow….there is no law to prevent anyone cutting into a patient’s scalp…
I’m sure if I had this thought now there will be some entrepreneurial soul who is already doing teeth, skin, hair…and nails?
start continue some changes in my life this poem reflects how I believe many of us have felt at times over the past 15 months. In my case it has been the usual Festina lente (make haste slowly) as opposed to “Big Bang”.
At the mid-point of the path through life, I found Myself lost in a wood so dark, the way Ahead was blotted out. The keening sound I still make shows how hard it is to say How harsh and bitter that place felt to me– Merely to think of it renews the fear– So bad that death by only a degree Could possibly be worse. As you shall hear, It led to good things too, eventually, But there and then I saw no sign of those, And can't say even now how I had come To be there, stunned and following my nose Away from the straight path.
From Clive James’ translation of Dante’s Divine Comedy.
“The pursuit of money for its own sake is a pathological condition. The proper aim of money is to provide leisure.”John Maynard Keynes
Nice quote from Plant plus a more than 6 minutes of strutting, plank-spanking, and the rhythm section from heaven.
“The past is a stepping-stone, not a millstone.”