I like this week’s sentence I am very passionate about… because it has loads of scope (though possibly none of it will be particularly stunning news) because there’s lots I’m into.
Family and Friends perhaps not something I rave about, but something which is absolutely one of the foundations of my life and without whom I would be so much the poorer. They are wonderful, sensible (largely), caring, marvellous people and I genuinely enjoy the time I get to spend with them (except the few times when I don’t, and am being yelled at for offering breakfast – Niece and Neff, I’m looking at you here!)
Language whether it’s books or writing, I can’t get enough of it. I’d love a career with language, and I’d love to be able to speak more than just my own. Essays, poetry, novels, factual…it’s all grist to my mill. Especially now I’m a twice-published writer…I managed to find the one store in town which stocks the (very minor and quite obscure) magazine today and barely contained myself from flapping it in the teller’s face and bragging “I have an article published in this, y’know!”
Learning perhaps a sub-heading of the above, but finding out about new things, things I didn’t know and expanding my general knowledge is something I adore. I recently discovered I even quite enjoy some of the concepts of higher mathematics (when they’re well written). I am a mine of useless information, which I admit I like to show off when there’s the right moment. I am enabled by my sponge-like brain, which absorbs knowledge without too much effort on my part. I can take no credit for the array of useless things I know.
Music what written language is to my eyes, music is to my ears. I’ve usually got some kind of soundtrack playing in my mind and I think Youtube is just about the greatest thing ever for letting me listen to lots of songs by different people without having to buy an entire album for one song. I’m a complete eclectic and am fortunate that my favourite local radio station plays very much in that vein.
Original art when I can afford it. I’m a teensy bit of a snob about prints (I two, Husby has one. Mine are a Van Gogh and a Vettriano – there was no way I could afford the original) and apart from the almost criminal profiteering made possible by selling ‘limited edition’ print runs (where you know there’ll be another in a few months, with the size of the print marginally altered to authenticate the ‘limited’ claim) I adore that you can touch the places on the piece where the artist has considered their next stroke and laid it. That you own a piece of their imagination, on your wall, for all to see.
|Tender Heart, by Yvonne Coomber.|
Should we be worried about the advances in robot technology?
I saw an advert today on a bus shelter (not sure what brand it was hawking, as I was walking past at speed and missed it) which said “If people are so intelligent, why do they need smartphones? I dare you to challenge me, human!” around the picture of a humanoid robot.
I’m pretty certain that although we (as a race) can get robots to do utterly incredible things, they’re not quite ready to take us on. The perpetrator seems more likely to be a smug (human) company with a clever algorhythm.
However, I was a little concerned that if the nature of the (ever-increasing) relationship between humans and ‘robots’ was to be widely advertised as ‘robots are superior to you’ and came to be perceived as antagonistic, we may never fully engage through fear that our own creations could take over in a hostile manner.
Talking of regrets, I need a new system for washing.
Yesterday was gorgeously sunny and I (slightly smugly) put on a wash and hung it out on our spiffy new washing line, with the help of Neff and Niece.
[All was well, except the moment where I tried to raise the line (it’s a pulley one) and the whatever-it-was holding the pulley to the top of the pole, broke, sending the pulley careening down the line on its own as my washing flopped down into the dirt. Neff and Niece screamed with laughter and tried to hold the washing up (it was sheets, which were bigger than they are, which accounts for the footprints on said sheets) while I frantically hacked off a length of washing line from the bit wrapped around the (er, what do you call that bit with two prongs that you wrap the line around to hold it steady?) thingummy and re-string the pulley. I succeeded. Eventually. But not before footprints happened]
Later in the evening, Husby and I reminded ourselves that before bed, we’d need to go and get the washing in. Then our friends came over for dinner and Bible study and we forgot all about it. This morning I got up, looked outside and was beglumnified by the sight of puddles and grey clouds. It took a full half hour before the thought “Oh crap! The washing!” entered my head.
Somehow, I am going to have to invent a way of reminding myself about the dang washing out of sight and out of mind in the not-overlooked garden a floor down.
For once I am putting my action where my mouth is and am Getting Involved. Later today (heck, not later, SOON and I need to eat first! These may be a few hyper-quick takes coming right up!) I am participating in one of the Big Beach Clean Up‘s organised by the Marine Conservation Society and M&S. If you like nature, love beaches and/or just want to be a responsible, helpful volunteer, this is a really good thing to do, and hopefully there’ll be another next year (which I might hear about in time to spread the word).
I got woken up in the middle of a dream earlier this week. That sucked. It was a great dream and then I was really tired.