Thursday

Twain had it figured out.


Mark Twain, in a sort of witty, yet telling mood gives a hand to an aspiring gentleman with a list. A list of rescue etiquette- should it ever be needed in the event of a fire. Note: he makes sure not to discriminate throughout....

1. Fiancées.
2. Persons toward whom the operator feels a tender sentiment, but has not yet declared himself.
3. Sisters.
4. Stepsisters.
5. Nieces.
6. First cousins.
7. Cripples.
8. Second cousins.
9. Invalids.
10. Young-lady relations by marriage.
11. Third cousins, and young-lady friends of the family.
12. The Unclassified.

Other material in boarding house is to be rescued in the following order:

13. Babies.
14. Children under 10 years of age.
15. Young widows.
16. Young married females.
17. Elderly married ditto.
18. Elderly widows.
19. Clergymen.
20. Boarders in general.
21. Female domestics.
22. Male ditto.
23. Landlady.
24. Landlord.
25. Firemen.
26. Furniture.
27. Mothers-in-law.

What did I do before the internet?

Tuesday

Google, google on the screen...



If you are, like myself, wandering the abyss that is the internet and decide to use the search engine Google- you will find it is a fantastic way to learn about the specie of man, or woman... as the case may be.

Type in "how can I" and the below top four will pop up, in the same order.

...get a boyfriend.
...lose weight fast.
...make money.
...delete my Facebook.

Now, if that isn't a good overall summary of the internet, I don't know what is.

Because if you think about it…. you lose weight, make more money, automatically gain more confidence and that AMAZING guy you've have always known was waiting for you appears. BAM BOOM… delete Facebook, you don't need to stalk anymore.





1,2 and now 3

I have just downloaded the final piece of the Memphis 3 documentary,Paradise Lost 3: Purgatory. This is the final hurdle in the chronicle that was the child killing scandal that hit the USA 19 years ago this year.

I remember when I watched the first documentary, Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills; taking away from it, the shock of the photos of dead innocent children on the screen and the clear lack of evidence to put these three teenagers behind bars, I was left with rolling credits, loud Metallica music and a feeling that the next one would be just as good and leave me even more angry with the American justice system.

So I quickly sought out and found the second installment, Paradise Lost 2: Revelations. This time I wasn't really left feeling in anyway different, has I had imagined would be the case. The law was wrong, innocent people were being tortured in what could be called the most unlawful injustice in years and three boys were still dead.

But, and I know this isn't something many people would have an issue with, I had a problem with the portrayal the film makers brought about. Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky, albeit it very talented men behind a camera like to play the conductor of the orchestra as well.

Without strictly pointing the finger, they very much point their camera in the direction of one man- the erratic, strange and volatile John Mark Byers. This man couldn't have played into the documentary makers hands any better than if he actually went into supposed detail about what "probably happened" before the little boys were eventually murdered (think Joe O' Reilly, when he liked to give people a tour of the home he shared with his wife before she was brutally murdered one morning- he was later found guilty of the crime).

Byers, in the first film, brings the camera and filmmakers with him to the crime scene, imagines what it is his step son went through in that cold, desolate and lonely place and then describes the pain he would inflict on the killers- if they were to ever get out of prison.

In the second film, Byers is more alone and more vocal then ever before. We read on screen that his wife, Melissa had passed away the year before filming had taken place- her death was still undetermined but they had confirmed at the time that it was drug related, which was apparently no surprise to her second husband.

We are told there are numerous explanations for Byers no longer having his own teeth- three scenarios are told- all by Byers during the filming and he that doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. And the audience are met with more personalities of Byers than anyone could due comfortable with.

Quiet and unassuming one moment, to impassioned, religious and tortured the next. He spoke calmly to the specialist dealing with his lie detector test and yet had no problem getting up close and personal out the courthouse with the supports of the West Memphis 3. His behaviour was not something that could be safely put into one category and for that he was the dream candidate for the answer in whodunnit film making.

Most of the evidence in the initial case is moot at this point when it is now heavily criticised for it's lack of moral foundation in the first plea, the lawyers themselves had been paid by Berlinger and Sinofsky for their part in the first film. Making their integrity on screen seem that bit more blurry now.

But all that aside, the second film left a bad taste in my mouth. I felt the film makers agenda was two fold. Paint the, rightful, picture of innocence to the fallen and more worryingly use their powers to set blame down.

Granted I too feel that there is something "not quite right" about Byers, I am not about to fuel his ego by allowing him to star in his own film, and I am certainly not going to accuse the man of something no one can be sure of.

The worst part of this story is the glaring fact that there can be no happy ending. Dozens of lives have been destroyed and three little boys were murdered before they could even learn to live.

The final installment of the documentary has just been released and with the remnant cheers of the crowds in Arkansas welcoming home the three men who's lives were ruined forever when they were arrested for a crime they did not commit the problem in Paradise Lost is still hanging over the audience all the same.

Who is the killer.

What do you see?


Did you know that the above blotting is actually called a Rorschach? (pronounced "roar" like how we respond to the television when we worry about the plight and so obvious demise of one Sherlock Holmes, and "shack" similar to the term used for the majority of college accommodation).

This guy named Hermann Rorschach thought this inkblot test was impressive enough to name it after himself and from then on (1921) people have been staring at these things hoping that by seeing the very obvious penis they haven't walked right into the label of mental case.

When I look at this one I see all types of naughty things- but I aint telling you that.

I'm a lady.

(vagina....penis.... gaping...oh my)

Sunday

Mystic.....?



Years ago I read my horoscope... and it basically said I would have the worst week of my life. And so the week began, I was a mess by Tuesday, in despair by Thursday and I decided not to get out of bed on the Saturday. Sunday night, nothing had happened all week- bar the add on of about ten grey hairs.

So today I mustered up the courage and read from the classier papers (The Sunday Times), and my star sign said the following;

Something vague will happen this week. It will either be positive or negative. That is up to you.

And so the week begins....

Friday

Once upon a time there was a lady. This lady needed to ring Meteor Customer Care about her phone, three hours later, she decided that communication had become too frequent in this futuristic world and had returned to letter written.

She had always admired Jane Austen, and couldn't stand stupidity.

The end.

Yes.

Thursday

Anne Sexton.

I hope the book is..... nicer than I think it's going to be.

Wednesday

I sighed...

Found this post in my favourite website....







Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Nothing good gets away



In Novemeber of 1958, John Steinbeck — the renowned author of, most notably, The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, and Of Mice and Men — received a letter from his eldest son, Thom, who was attending boarding school. In it, the teenager spoke of Susan, a young girl with whom he believed he had fallen in love.

Steinbeck replied the same day. His beautiful letter of advice can be enjoyed below.

(Source: Steinbeck: A Life in Letters; Image: Thom and John Steinbeck with their father in 1954, courtesy of UC Berkeley.)

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

Wow.... neglectful.

It's not like i haven't been thinking about you, wanting to see how you're getting on in the world. It's just.... I realised if I logged in here I would have to say something- something quippy and smart.

I am not a quippy and smart kinda gal 24/7- it's something I could definitely work on.