Saturday, 30 April 2011

Z is for Zen

"Everything has its beauty but not everyone will see it"  
- Confucius

"The quieter you become, the more you can hear."
-Lao Tzu


A/N:  Z is for Zebra, Z is for Zoo, Z marks the 'Ze End' of an incredible blogging journey.  For myself, it's been the equivalent of six months blogging all in the space of one month, which has left me sleepless at times but overall its been worth it.  I'm taking my hat off to so many writers who do post daily on a normal basis.  You are absolute stars!  Also, I want to say a great big 'HELLO'  to all the lovely new friends who I have met over this past month.  I look forward to catching up with everyone, and thank you for your kind comments during the A to Z challenge.  I am truly feeling Zen about it all.  Have a wonderful weekend where ever you are on this beautiful planet.

Talei xox

PS: To enable the Zen-like focus required for editing my WIP, I will switch back to my normal blogging schedule of 2 days per week, starting next Monday.  See you all soon! 

Friday, 29 April 2011

Y is for Yeats

"There a no strangers here, only friends you haven't yet met"    
 - W.B. Yeats
*Irish Poet and playwright * Irish Senator * 
William Butler Yeats
1865-1939
* Nobel Prize Laureate *Hopeless Romantic *
Yeat's poetry has an ethereal quality about it, a sadness, a longing but you can always, always feel the depth of his love.  It's almost within reach.  One of my favourite of Yeat's Love Poems?  I am partial to 'He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens', - the last line of this poem sends shivers down my spine, 'tis awe inspiring. If I could pen a single line as beautiful as that, I would be happy.

He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens
Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

***
Photocredit via poetryconnections
Poem via thepoemhunter


A/N: Hello dear friends, London, nay - the entire Nation has a holiday, well except for my dear shopping delivery man who tell's me 'it's a normal working day for me."  Technically, everyone, except Jolly Shopping Man, is celebrating the Prince Williams marriage to his dear lady, Kate.  Whatever the reason, there is a 'Street Party' in my hood, and yes, all the fence railings are covered in bunting.  I shall be preparing smoked salmon blinis and sipping champagne along with friends, just because... ahem, and can I just wish the Happy Bride and Groom a life filled with Yeats romantic prose? Yes, indeed.  Here's hoping.
Talei xox

PS:  I'm secretly hoping the Writhing Gown is indeed, Vintage Alexander McQueen...rumours are wild at this moment.  Can I admit to watching for the fashion?  I hear such and such is wearing....  *rubs hands excitedly*  Wot?!  I'm a lady who loves a good frock!  Happy Friday!



Thursday, 28 April 2011

X is for Xian

The Generals, Qin's Terracotta Army
A few years ago, I travelled to Xian, mainland China, with two things on my mind.  One, was to see Qin Shi Huang's, Terracotta Army; the other was to climb a nearby mountain.  Qin Shi Huang was the First Emperor of China, and his army dates back to 210 BC.  Old and dusty, my friends.  Old and dusty.  What I remember mostly about Xian is the dust, unbearable heat and a backstreet encounter with some mushroom dumplings which is another story on its own.  Xian is an small city, developing, part old, part new, -all within its own fortified walls and gates, which I was informed, were still locked at night.   

On the day we visited the tombs of Qin's Terracotta Army, it was incredibly hot, the sun's rays blinded myself and my two travelling companions as we stumbled out of the once-was-white mini-van, gathering our gear...you know, all that paraphernalia, small bags and cameras.  We struggled whilst our ultra calm tour guide who barely broke a sweat, stood waiting on a nearby dirt path, chatting away with local stall holders. We had indeed arrived at the site of the famous 'Terracotta Warriors', but we would need to navigate our way through the surrounding crops of tourist markets to reach the front gates.

I stopped at the first set of stalls where rows of large coats of dark fur hung, suspended from rails, russet brown and black.  I reached out, brushing my fingers along the softness of the pelts.  "You want to buy?"  An old wrinkled dude, brown raisin skin, almost toothless, leered at me.  "What is it?" I asked.  "Volf." Came the toothless reply.  Slightly puzzled, I looked at our guide.  "Volf?  Does he mean Wolf?" Our guide laughed and leant in towards me.  "He says 'Wolf' but actually it's dog.  Like, Alsatian, yes?"  He nodded at me before walking away.  I released the doggy fur and waved off the stall holder.  He wasn't to know that my first dog was an Alsatian called Reckless.  There would be no sale today.


Photo credit: via friendlyplanet


A/N:  I could rabbit on about Xian but in the interest of keeping the post short, I'll just say this - it's worth a visit, there is so much to explore nearby, the Terracotta Army is amazing, the dumplings too, and I will return because, 'due to adverse weather conditions', i.e fog, I couldn't climb the mountain, and it still calls to me.

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

W is for Writhing Gown

Well, I swore black and blue that I wouldn't post about any wedding nonsense, I've secretly been hoping the darling couple would elope.  Which couple?  Oh, I think you know.  *whispers*  They probably wished they could too.  Anyhow, today's post was intended to be 'W is for Writing', and then a few things happened in the past 24 hours.

1.  I considered the probability that at least 500 other brilliant bloggers may already have 'W is for Writing', drafted, crafted, waiting patiently in their orderly queues.

2.  A dear friend posted on my facebook wall... 'So, have you chosen a dress for THE Wedding yet?"  Very tongue in cheek, she was.  And, well that was it... a red rag to a bull.  Could I post about the big 'W' event, and not sound hypocritical?  Even with all my seething at the media-circus-souvenir-pimping-tat-for-sale-bunting-hunting-malarkey that's already gripping this nation?  Cue teeth-grinding, and hit speed dial for my dentist.

3.  I made my decision and the answer, my dear friends, is a resounding NO, I could not.  Therefore, this post is not about a bleedin' wedding dress, it is in fact about ...

A 'Writhing' Gown, in which one can do what one wishes, wear and flounce about in it, on whatever occasion one chooses.  It's perfect for sipping martinis, finishing the crossword, receiving the Postman, playing croquet with dear Grandma, and indeed running barefoot down the muddy driveway.  Perhaps, you could wear it whilst crafting your next bestseller?  Or, pull on over your riding boots, whatever you like, my dears...  Writher with excitement in this beautiful gown, just because...


Photocredits via pinkmemo

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

V is for Vintage

"I've no idea when I'm going to wear it, the girl replied calmly.  I only knew that I had to have it.  Once I tried it on, well...  She shrugged.  The dress claimed me." - Isabel Wolff ( A Vintage Affair)


"Fashion fades, only style remains the same." - Coco Chanel

Ever get the feeling that you were born in the wrong era?  Yes, me too.  Some days, I feel I belong in the 1950's, other days, -it's the 1920's...and I have a strong affinity to the French countryside circa 17th century, I can't explain it.  I guess that would make me an antique, which is fine. All things vintage eventually become antique. 

Vintage wine, clothing, cars, furnishings, - the list is endless.  J'adore them all for many reasons, possibly due to the lack of quality in today's  High Street stores and shopping malls, everything seems so... so, homogenised, so 'Made in China', or 'Recycled from rubber tires.'  Do we dare to be different? I say, yes!  Vintage conjours up so many evocative images of bygone eras.  I always catch myself sighing at old furs, dresses, crocodile handbags, and don't get me started on personally stamped luggage.  Oh, and hatboxes!  Perfect for storing old letters. And, I often wonder about the lives and times that these wonderful pieces have endured, enjoyed...  How about you?  Are you a Vintage lover?


Photo courtesy: source via reqieme

Monday, 25 April 2011

U is for Umbrella

Ah, the humble umbrella!  A fashionable piece of equipment with a multitude of uses, -you can use it in the rain, clearly, -sunshine too.  Parasols at the ready!  It's a wonderful friend, who will always help you clear a crowd.  Best used discreetly when prodding pesky neighbours on busy London streets.  It's a particularly useful weapon for dispensing wayward loutish buffoons who may cross your path.

Did I mention, hiding from the paparazzi?  Well, of course if you are of the celebrity status, you must have your very own PUH.  Personal Umbrella Holder.  And, best of all, they come in all shapes, colours, and sizes.  Designer too.  We like!  In any case, a good lady should always be prepared,  you know, -keep several in her armoury, aside from being the perfect partner for many a great weather forecast, it's precisely the right weapon of choice whatever character you wish to be today.
 
James Bond has one...

Mary Poppins has one too...

Rest assured, Felix the wonderful,
Wonderful Cat, has one...
Our stylish Avenger most certainly has one!
Every Best Dressed Cocktail has one...
Shouldn't you have one too?

Be it a swashbuckling princess, pirate, or devilish spy...umbrellas are wonderful props for your imagination.  Let your imagination fly...


Photocourtesy:  
All pictures sans Felix via weheartit
Felix via mt4radified

Saturday, 23 April 2011

T is for Tolkien

"Never laugh at live dragons." - J.R.R Tolkien

Who can't resist J.R.R Tolkien's wonderful world of 'The Hobbit' and 'The Lord of the Rings'?  I grew up with 'The Hobbit', well not literally, although there was a boy in the neighbourhood, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Frodo, right down to the hairy bare feet.  Aside from the feet, he was a quite normal.

So, back in the day where I could run barefoot without a second thought to the disapproving glances of  adults, I spent many hours with my nose glued to Tolkien's fantasy books, exploring the wildly colourful land of Hobbits, Wizards, Goblins, Elves and Trees...that walked.  *deep sigh*  So, much more appealing than our real world.  And, although I adore Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and many, many more of Tolkien's characters, I must confess that I have a soft spot for the particularly creepy slithering creature, - Gollum.  But why?! I hear you cry.  Here's why, -he's a sinister, slippery devil, - driven by his blinding passion for his 'precious' ring, and you can never tell what he's up to.  I am drawn to the little creep, really.  I guess.  Let's just say, he's compelling, unforgettable, and as a writer, I would love to create such character.   How about you? Any favourite Hobbits, Elves, or dare I suggest creepy creatures?

gollum07.jpg
  
"There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.  You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after." -J.R.R. Tolkien ( The Hobbit)


Photo courtesy via JoshuaHarris
Quotes via Goodreads

Friday, 22 April 2011

S is for Shakespeare

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't."  -Shakespeare (Hamlet)

William Shakespeare 1564-1616

William Shakespeare, perhaps the most celebrated English poet and playwright in the world?  * Nods to self *  The 'Bard of Avon', wrote 38 plays, 154 sonnets, and many poems, and although our dear Bard was born a few light centuries ago, his mark on todays language is indelible.  Not a day passes by where his quotes are bandied about in everyday conversation.  Here are few of my favourite gems. 

Hamlet
"This above all: to thine own self be true."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks.''
"When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions."
King Richard III
"A horse! A horse!  My kingdom for a horse!"
"Off with his head!"
Romeo and Juliet
"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun"
"What's in a name?  That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
"O Romeo, Romeo!  Wherefore art thou Romeo?"
The Merchant of Venice
"But love is blind, and lovers cannot see."
Macbeth
"There's daggers in men's smiles,"
"I bear a charmed life."
"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
"Out, damned spot!  Out, I say!"
Othello
"T'is neither here nor there."
Anthony and Cleopatra
"My salad days, when I was green in judgment."

***

Do you have a favourite quote by the Bard?

A/N: Hello!  Happy Easter, if you celebrate it and Happy Holidays if you don't.  London, I suspect will be largely abandoned, which is good, really... I like the streets to myself.  However, today the plan is a drive in the country to some great pile of stones.  I'm packing a book and my netbook for the ride.  Have a fabulous Easter Break! 
Talei xox




Photo courtesty The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust via Doobybrain

Thursday, 21 April 2011

R is for Roses - A tribute

R is for Roses, in particular this Desert Rose...

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall
- Sting (Desert Rose )


This post is a tribute of sorts, to the incredible breed of reporters and photo journalists who really do live life on the edge.  Eat. Sleep. Breath. Foreign assignments abroad, travelling under harsh conditions, war torn regions of our globe that many of us will never see, if it weren't for these incredibly talented souls.  Yesterday, Oscar-nominated film maker and British photographer Tim Hetherington, and American war photographer Chris Hondros were killed in Libya whilst covering the current conflict there. Both were award winning photographers in their field, both were great humanitarians through their work.

I used to romantise the life of a photojournalist, working for news agencies in far flung locations, I used to imagine the adrenalin rush of being caught in the middle of it all.  Not anymore, I've grown wiser with the years, so I like to think.  It's a tough life, only a certain breed of gladiators keep on keeping on.  RIP to all film makers and photojournalists who pay the ultimate price in their mission of bringing the truth to the rest of the world.  R is for Roses, R is for RIP.  R is for Remembrance. 


Quote via elyrics

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Q is for Queen

Challenging myself to post daily for the month of April has been extremely rewarding in many ways, I have met many new faces, lovely ones too, -plus it's provided much exercise for my grey cells, which lets face it, could do with a Spring clean.  An entire Alphabet, one letter for each day except Sundays, pretty impressive I thought.  Hard slog, my Inner Muse shuddered.  And, so last night, I tossed sleeplessly, smoky letters floated above my head, -what to post for the letter Q?

I pondered long and hard, - how about quirky?  Yes, I could do that, and then 'query' slipped into my subconscious, -yes! But no!  I've not queried yet so best leave that.  A further jumble of  Q's spilt forth from my spongy brain onto the pillow, a downloading of random code flashing matrix style in my minds eye.  Quercus. click. Quintessential. click. Quiver. click. Quixote. click.  Queer. * raises polished eyebrow click. Queen....Queen? Yes. Queen, that's it.  Stop the matrix, I've found my Q for tomorrow.  And, then I fell into a deep slumber.  Only to be awoken minutes later, by an orchestra of birds, outside my window.  They were playing Beethoven's 5th.  I like drama in the mornings.  And, if I'm not mistaken so does my favourite Queen.


We encounter many Queens in storybooks, it's hard to pick a favourite and I must confess, despite their wickedness, I do love the bad girls, they're just misunderstood and in need of love, right?  Snow White's awful Stepmother, in search of eternal youth; the Ice Queen aka White Witch from Narnia, she has wonderful taste in fur, I can't fault that.  My most favourite of all favourites is...
The fiery, feisty and fabulous,
Red Queen
"I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion - a blind and aimless Fury.  The Red Queen I pictured as Fury, but of another type; her passion must be cold and calm - she must be form and strict, yet not unkindly; pedantic to the 10th degree, the concentrated essence of all governesses!"  - Lewis Carroll, in 'Alice on the Stage'

Do you have a favourite storybook Queen?

Photocredit via stylefizz
Quote via wikipedia

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

P is for Pirates and Princesses

"You're pirates.  Hang the code, and hang the rules.
They're more like guidelines anyway." 
-Elizabeth Swann, Pirates of the Carribbean

Captain Kidd *  Blackbeard the Pirate * Captain Horatio Hornblower * The Black Pirate * 
Captain Calamity * Long John Silver * Captain Hook * Yellowbeard * Jack Sparrow

Who can resist the roguish charm of a pirate? Very few, my friends, very few.  J'adore a good pirate adventure, they're always filled with mystery and intrigue, treasure chests and oh, rum?  And, of course barrels of witty pirate repartee.  Pirates certainly live the high life, sailing the seven seas on swashbuckling adventures, chasing treasure maps, fighting off rival pirates, more villainous than themselves, and when they are not crossing blades? Why, -they are sweet talking a bevy of beautiful blue blooded belles.  I may have fluttered my eyelashes whilst writing that last sentence, I cannot deny it. See - how affected I am by these rogues?    

Shall we talk about the locations of these romances, ahem, I mean adventures?  Madagascar, Jamaica, Mexico, New Orleans, Java, the South Pacific...  (le sigh)  Pirates, adventure and romance.. makes me want throw down my pen, grab my favourite cutlass, and large floppy pirate hat, have the maid pack my steamer trunks, and run headfirst along the docks to board the nearest cutter.  How about you? Are you partial to an adventure on the high seas?


Photocredit via fashionshoppingstyle





Monday, 18 April 2011

O is for Odysseus


The Greek Poet Homer wrote his epic, and I feel I should write like this...EPIC, because it is indeed an EPIC poem, - The Odyssey, which recounts the tale of Odysseus, King of Ithaca, and his woeful journey home from the Trojan war. I recall studying this piece in Sixth Form Classical Studies, a jolly long time ago...and it pains me today as it did back then.  If you are looking to provide conflict for your novels, Odysseus EPIC Odyssey is a great place to start.  Please, allow me to be your guide on this journey...

Odysseus, a King, a hero, -weary and homesick embarks on his return journey from the Trojan War, to his homeland, the Island of Ithaca...it takes him 10 years, yes...that's right 10, TEN.  I know, what was Homer thinking really?

So, over the course of 10 years, our beloved King must endure conflict upon conflict...so much drama.

1.  His ships are blown off course by a great storm.
2.  He must resist the sassy singing of Sirens and his men take on a six-headed sea monster.
3.  He must slay the fierce Cyclops Polyphemus.
4.  His dear old Mother dies, heart-broken, waiting for his return.
5.  He is kidnapped by a Witch-Goddess, who has fallen in love with him and keeps him captive on her island for 1 whole year!  I mean, really, how awful for him.
6.  And, in his absence -his beautiful wife, Penelope is pursued by the most unsuitable suitors.  (mon dieu!)
7.  He must return to his land in the disguise of a beggar and fight off the unsuitable suitors.
8.  His wife provides his final test, and it is to do with their marital bed.  Not what you're thinking ladies and gents.  You see, there is a secret only known to our dear hero and his wife, -and that is...well, you may have to read the EPIC poem yourself.

There, you have it, our dear Odysseus, in a nutshell, - so tell me, do your main protagonists have as many issues as he did?


AN: What's that? What's the secret? Well, alright.  The good wife asks if he can move their bed from where it is situated in their room, and he says... 'my dear, you know it cannot be moved, for I carved it myself, from the great olive tree and its roots are in the ground...'  well, something like that.  
Happy Monday all! I am still chasing my tail from last week...much to do this week.  Have a wonderful week.
Talei xox

Saturday, 16 April 2011

N is for Narnia

"It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy.  "It's you. We shan't meet you there.  And how can we live, never meeting you?"                                  - C.S Lewis  The Voyage of the Dawn Treader


As a child, who could resist 'The Chronicles of Narnia?'  It's another favourite of mine.  Imagination, is such a wild thing.  I have very fond memories crawling into the back of my mother's wardrobe, searching earnestly behind her coats, - for that secret passageway that would lead to this magical, mythical land. I dreamt of meeting the wonderful faun, Mr Tumnus, -I longed to sit in the White Witch's sleigh with the added promise of turkish delight, but mostly, I just wanted to meet Aslan, the noble lion with that magnificent mane, and I would dream of riding across Narnia on his back.  See, -with the magic world of books, anything is possible. 

How about you?  Did you spend hours playing in Narnia?


A/N: Hello, it's a quick post for Saturday, I hope you are all enjoying your weekend.  I shall be shopping, writing and lunching.  Have a fab day! Talei x 

Friday, 15 April 2011

M is for Martini

Each morning, there's a ritual that occurs the world over... when a fabulous fashionista selects their wardrobe for the day, he or she knows, -that 'each outfit should tell it's own story'.....one must be very careful in selecting the right pieces.  Ahem, try not to laugh, all ye non fashionistas reading this.  Now, I think, the same applies for drinks, in particular cocktails, they could inspire many fantastic tales..and not just from over-indulgence.  Take the marvellous martini, there are so many evocative images that spring-sway-to-mind.  If our dear Martini could tell a tale, we would certainly have...

Our Main Character...
A hero of sorts,
Suave, sophisticated, debonair...
A dark setting, dimly lit streets leading,
To a secluded bar...
Where our debonair hero likes to sip...
a few of his favourite....
'shaken, not stirred'
We must have a heroine,
A feisty damsel, whom our hero must
Convince, firstly that she requires
rescuing...and secondly that he is THE man

Of course, he must deal with the usual
distractions along the way,
Devil Women and the like,
(Ok, he's not an angel, but he has heart)

Eventually, our devastatingly clever hero
Overcomes the Evil dudes...
(A lot of them I may hasten to point out)

HE grabs our lovely feisty damsel....
And they...like, RUN really fast to the
Ridiculously pimped out getaway car,
Where they make-out before,
Fighting over who can drive
the fastest...
(wait, no that's the sequel)
Happy Martini, Ladies and Gents...
photocredits via weheartit.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed 'Le Little Martini Tale', of course that last shot is unashamedly, a gratuitous picture of Pierce Brosnan.  I know, I just couldn't help myself...  Anyhow, we are now into Friday, and I'm still chasing my tail...yes, this is true.  I am currently fine-tuning scenes for a critique, which I must send off shortly. How's your writing, editing, playing, composing?  And, in case you're wondering, I'm partial to a Vodka Martini with extra olives on the side.   How about you?  A favourite Martini?

Thursday, 14 April 2011

L is for Love

Love is....

First * Pure 
What's love gotta do with it?  - Tina Turner
You're my first, my last, my everything - Barry White
Love is all around - Wet Wet Wet 
Every breath you take - Sting
Love my way - The Psychedelic Furs
I will always love you - Whitney
Numb - Linkin Park
She - Elvis Costello
Always on my mind - Elvis
 Innocence * Inspirational
Romeo + Juliet
Catherine & Heathcliff
Napoleon et Josephine 
Elizabeth Bennet + Mr Darcy
Scarlett & Rhett
Edward + Bella
Mr & Mrs Potato Head
Sleeping Beauty + Prince Charming
Everlasting * Eternal * Enduring * Emotional
Eat, Drink, Man, Woman
The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
The Notebook
Moulin Rouge
The English Patient
Breakfast at Tiffanys
Unrequited * Swayed * Temptation * Lamented 
Clare de Lune - De Bussy
Parchebel - Canon
Nocturnes - Chopin
Unbridled * Unconditional

At the centre of every good book, film, song, symphony,
You will always find...
LOVE

You tell me, what is love to you?  

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Movie Review: K is for The Kite Runner


The Kite Runner is a wonderful film, based on the bestselling novel by Khaled Hosseini.  The story is set in Kabul, Afghanistan, 1978, prior to the Soviets arrival and the rise of the Taliban.  The main protagonist is a young boy, Amir, -son of a well to do Afghan, and it's his childhood that we follow, his days at school, his relationship with his father, whose approval he strives to attain, and central to Amir's story is his friend, Hassan, -the son of Amir's fathers servant.  The two boys spend idyllic afternoons racing kites with the rest of the neighbourhood, and its during the biggest Kite Race of the year, that their friendship is truly tested.  And, it's twenty years later, that Amir returns from America, to make good on a secret that he's harboured since leaving Afghanistan with his father. This is a richly woven tale of brotherly love, relationships, lost innocence, envy, forgiveness and acceptance.  Yes, -it's all that and more.

Now, it's true that I cry at the drop of a hat, but not since watching 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas' have I been so moved by a film, it's possible that I sobbed through the entire second half of the movie, many tissues were tossed onto the sofa that night.  This is not due to female hormones either, this story touched the hearts of a good number of my male friends, who I can safely confirm without fear of retribution, -cried, like boys, for a long time afterwards.  Film kudos to the director, Marc Forster, and the brilliant cast, but above all, -full credit to Khaled Hosseini for writing such a beautiful tale.

The Kite Runner is a PG rated film, and beware some scenes may upset you.  Overall, it's in my top 10 movies list.  And, I have a long list, my friends.  Well worth viewing... I hope you do.

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

J is for Jabberwocky

 "And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and slithtoves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Lewis Carroll 1872
(Through the Looking-Glass and
What Alice Found There)

J'adore Alice in Wonderland!  And, The Jabberwocky is one of the earliest memories of poems from my childhood, -for some inexplicable reason, these two particular stanzas above, have remained, deep-rooted in the darkest recesses of my grey matter.   I don't know why, they just like, reside there...  It could be the words, say them aloud - they roll off your tongue and make you want to recite them, over and over, and...well you know what I mean.

As children, we love nonsensical words, they are fun to hear and learn, - alas, as adults, we forget how wonderful new words can be.  I have a plan though!  We should strive to recapture the joy of discovering ridiculously sounding made-up words, methinks!  After all, a little madness in one's day, keeps the doctor away...isn't that how things should be?  What say you?  And, yes I really wish I lived in Wonderland, -I often wander through the woods, searching for rabbit holes large enough to fall down...




Poem and photo credits via Jabberwocky

Monday, 11 April 2011

I is for 'I Write, therefore I am'

"Cogito, Ergo Sum"
"Je pense donc je suis' 
"I think, therefore I am"
- Rene Descartes 1637

I LOVE this phrase, -everyday you see variations of it everywhere, cards, shopping bags, posters, magazines.   It got me thinking... 

I shop, therefore I am
I sleep, therefore I am
I breathe, therefore I am
I eat, because I can...well, must.
I run...actually I don't...however...
I read, therefore I am
I laugh, because I must,
I cry, therefore...
I live, therefore...

For writers perhaps, it is simply...

"Scribo, Ergo Sum"
"I write, therefore I am"

Oh, yes. Indeed I do.  
How about you?


A/N:  Happy Monday, Happy Scribing!  Happy Reading, Happy like, everything!  Have a lovely week all!
Talei xox

Saturday, 9 April 2011

H is for Hula Girls

Yesterday, the most interesting email hit my inbox, -it was titled 'Hawaiian Party Pieces'.   You know those  the one-stop-shop-type-party-companies with promises of balloons, hanging faux wallpaper scenes of giant tiki's and beach scenes, plastic lei's' and blow-up palm trees.  We can deliver within 48hours.  So, I thought - why not?  Indeed.  After, all I needed an 'H' word for today, and here it was, falling into my lap.  'H is for Hula Girls', and all those iconic Hawaiian images.


Hibiscus, Pink, Red and Yellow...
Such lovely blooms.

Hawaiian Sunsets
* Deep le sigh*

Dare I mention Hawaiian Shirts,
or Vintage Board shorts?
Go on you know you want to.
You can run around in the house in these,
and no-one need know. 

Oh yes.  Cocktails with umbrellas...
Has to be done...

Our lovely Hula Girl, and her ukelele...
Serenading the sunset, waiting to welcome you..
Or, perhaps she's wondering...
How the hell, she can get off this island...


Aloha Lovelies,
Have a wonderful Saturday where ever you are in our lovely global village!
Talei 
xox

Friday, 8 April 2011

G is for Garden


If you could spend an afternoon, writing in the garden, well...wouldn't you?  Spring has well and truly sprung in London, -our dear Lady Summer is knocking at the gate and the wonderful evening light doth linger.  It's time to shake off those dusty picnic rugs, polish the sunglasses, grab a great big fabulous hat and head outside.  Parasols too, my lovely flowers, especially if you intend sitting in the sun.  *le gasp*  Don't worry, it's absolutely safe and guilt-free, writers can venture beyond the windows and french doors.


Grab your laptop, netbook, pillow, and a lovely long drink...um, hang on....did someone say, 'pillow'?  Well, you never know, dear ladies, ahem and gents -all that creative word-crafting...your grey cells may require a nap.  So, back to the list...pillow, picnic rug...book?  Yes.  Perfect, all set then...see you in the garden!






A/N: If you do take a trip to Paris, you must visit Versailles, splendid palace and outstanding grounds.  Worth a turn around the garden my dears.
Happy Friday Everyone, this week has flown by so quickly, I've barely had time to catch my breath.  Plans for the weekend? - Moir, I'm completely open...I think?  Sleeping and relaxing is on the agenda methinks.  How about you? Have a wonderful weekend!
Talei xox



Thursday, 7 April 2011

F = Fairytale Frocks

Don't you love a good fairytale?  *nods head profusely*  Me too.  Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood...have I missed anyone?  No, Jessica Rabbit is not a fairy tale... *shakes head in dismay*  Nope, neither is The Fox and the Hound.  Please stay off the Disney diet, and get back onto the Brothers Grimm's programme!  Now, where was I? Fairytales, -Good vs. Evil, the wicked stepmother turned witch, the poor little princesses who need rescuing, -and not forgetting the devastatingly hot prince to the rescue.   What I love about the tales?  Oh yes, it's the fluffy Princess dresses -which, ahem, I would like to pimp-up.  Allow me to introduce you to this century's collection of Princess Gowns, starting with...


I.  Miss Riding Hood.
Because RED, will never be lost on Snow...
A cape for all occasions, especially for
 Trekking across vast terrain of
Snow, ice, and glaciers.


II.  Snow White.
(These days, she prefers to be known as Snow)
Snow loves a dramatic entrance.
Her fainting spells are quite
the party trick!



III.  Cinderella aka Ella aka Girl About Town

Ella rocks the golden chartreuse frock,
With killer PURPLE heels!
We like these...and she's upgraded her
Carriage too! 


IV.  Sleeping Beauty
You can call her Beauty.
In this gown,
She's not getting much sleep...


V.  And, last but not least
The Wicked Stepmother aka the B***
The Devil Lady,
All in black,
Carrying her fabulous bag of tricks!


Tell me, do you have a favourite fairytale frock?

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

E is for Ernest...




Hemingway, that is. 
A man's got to take a lot of punishment to write a really funny book' - Ernest Hemingway

Mr Hemingway, -Sir, to we plebeians, and well, just Mr H to his nearest and dearest.  I made that last bit up.  You can call him what you like, just make it a good name.  Ernest Hemingway, an amazing journalist, a talented author -and a lover of life...yes, despite the tragic ending, I think he lived an incredible life.  
'Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, 
and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.'
 - Ernest Hemingway'
Actually, I have another confession to make...I'm obsessed with Paris, -I've always dreamt of living the life of an artist, painting for a pittance...and well, that would never work - but the idea of being Parisian and creating great works of art...it's something I've wanted since a young child, a long, long...just ages ago. 
  'Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over' - Ernest Hemingway
I blame Hemingway, I blame Picasso, I blame Monet, I blame all the fabulous writers and artists that I read about as a young girl -they're the inspiration behind the Paris dream.  Of course, 1920's or 30's Paris is not the same as 2011 Paris, but still...
'There is nothing to writing.  All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.. - Ernest Hemingway
I may not live there, but I visit often and it's still my favourite city in Northern Europe...Thank you Mr H and Co.
'An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.' -Ernest Hemingway
'Courage is grace under pressure.' -Ernest Hemingway

'You're beautiful, like a May fly.' 
 -Ernest Hemingway

How about you? Any aspirations of living bohemian style in Paris circa 1930's?
Photocredit via weheartit
Quotes credit via brainyquote

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

D is for Drunk Dialling,-like, Don't do it?

How does that little dance play out again?  You're at a fabulous party, having fun and meet someone you 'like', -you 'click', exchange numbers and before you know - well...you're dialling, texting, messaging, facebooking, you're like, you know, everything -'thing'ing'...  Hands up those of you who haven't been there?  Come on, honestly...show of hands please!  That's better.  The thing is, when you're young - you're pretty damn hot, you are invincible, -you are the answer to Third World Poverty and World Peace.  Well, that was the plan.

And, then there are these little reminders - that you're not quite grown-up as you'd like to think.  Generally this happens, after you've indulged in a few nightcaps and reach for that phone... a word from the wise...well, not me - that's just a figure of speech. Don't do it.  Drunk-dialling someone, especially cute new guy, will lead to a road of...well, embarrassment, and worse, if with an Ex?! It's total, total, irrecoverable shame.  Drunk-dialling your family? Possibly gets you ostracised...oh wait, is...that a bad thing?

Let me name that feeling, that follows such er, reckless behaviour...it's-regret.  As in, the morning after the night before, that sinking feeling the second you hang up and you can't take back that message!  Check out this young lady's call...it's amusing yes, but also a wonderful reminder of what we would all prefer to forget about...because, like -we've all been there...

Monday, 4 April 2011

C is for The Children's Hour

Have you ever ventured out, into a city that's on fire?  A couple of weekends ago, London had it all, a prestigious boat race, rogue protesters, fire starters, and traffic jams, -and all on the very evening that I had tickets booked for a much 'raved-about' play, 'The Children's Hour.'  Never fear though, despite all of the above hullabaloo-I was determined to reach the theatre in one piece.  Which I did.  Just.

The Children's Hour is a play, set in a boarding school for girls, during the 1930's, in small town New England, USA. The story revolves around the school's founding teachers Karen Wright (played by Keira Knightley), and Martha Dobie (played by Elizabeth Moss), and their daily jousts with a riotous student named Mary, -a particularly nasty young girl who manipulates gossip from her classmates to spread wild rumours about said teachers.

Miss Knightley has a credible American accent in her role as Karen Wright, and contrary to a certain gossip, the girl can actually 'act' her way out of a paper bag.  Ahem, the great thing about theatre is, -there are no slo-mo-close-ups of broody-pouty-eyebrows.  Miss Knightley even received the seal of approval from my very debonair Bestie, who is the biggest Drama Queen this side of the pond!  Like, Perez who?  Also, did I mention Miss Elizabeth Moss? Peggy from Mad Men is wonderful as Martha Dobie.


The theatre production is currently playing in London until the end of April, but don't worry - if you can't get there.  You can always catch the 1961 film version on DVD starring Audrey Hepburn, Shirley Maclaine, and James Garner.   I have my own copy, on loan from debonair Bestie, who by the way 'out-dressed' me that evening.  *mutters to self, Dior-Schmoir* 




A/N:  Happy Monday All!  This weekend has been busy, lots of shopping, impromtu dinners, and walking the hound.  Ooh, and of course editing!  How was yours?   
Talei xox

Saturday, 2 April 2011

B is for Bibliography






Bibliography
Pronunciation: /ˌbɪblɪˈɒgrəfi/
noun (plural bibliographies)

a list of the books referred to in a scholarly work , typically printed as an appendix.
  • a list of the books of a specific author or publisher, or on a specific subject.
  • [mass nounthe history or systematic description of books, their authorship, printing, publication, editions, etc..




Origin:

early 19th century: from French bibliographie or modern Latin bibliographia, from Greek biblion 'book' + -graphia 'writing'
Source: www.Oxforddictionaries.com
Photo courtesy via weheartit.


A/N:  Good Morning Lovelies,  this is Saturday Morning's Post - 'short and sweet'!  Have a lovely day!  Talei x