Rami is a womnderful guy from a neighbouring Blogland whom I've met twice in real life, yet another example of a soul connection and bless him, he is getting married in a few day's time !

I first met Rami from Jordan two years ago I think He'd invested his life's savings to study Global Journalism in Örebro. When the course was over he said he wanted to stay.Rami dared to follow his heart and dreams and has now found his treasure. I am so happy for him

http://ramiswall.blogspot.com/

May spirit bless him and his wife to be with simply the best in all things,

OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !

I've re- potted a plant. There is soil and water all over the floor in the blue room , so my plan is to leave it to dry so that I can vacuum it uplater and wash the floor.

In the meantime cleaned the kitchen , but left the foor. That can be done when I do the floor in the other room.

Watched Greys Anatomy . Sad George's father had to be unplugged. Everyone was sad.

Caught a snippet of news: There'd been an attempted robbery in Solna , which is within walking distance of where I live. Shots had been fired and there were empty shells scattered around between the police cars.. and apparently a shirt covered in blood! The robbers had bungled it and got away with nowt ! Ha !

I'm wondering whether or not to make a blue cheese broccolli and walnut quiche or have an early night and get up at a decent hour tomorrow. I have had so many late nights.

this is the faun scene from the film

As you begin to state what you do want, rather than clamoring about what you don't want, you come into your own power. When you come into your own power, you feel better. And when you feel better -- those who love you also feel better. ;

so true !

Interesting link :

http://www.wetcanvas.com/forums/showthread.php?t=229172

The scandal ( see previous post )

It was especially the final masturbatory gesture of the choreography that caused the scandal which followed the first performance. In the newspaper Le Figaro editor Gaston Calmette wrote:

"We have had a faun, incontinent, with vile movements of erotic bestiality and gestures of heavy shamelessness."

To him Nijinsky's dance was "the too-expressive pantomime of the body of an ill-made beast, hideous, from the front, and even more hideous in profile," and his paper started a campaign against the ballet.

In reply, the sculptor Auguste Rodin published a defense of the choreography and in a letter to Le Figaro painter Odilon Redon expressed the wish that his friend Mallarmé could have seen "this wonderful evocation of his thought."

*mira thinks ...I LOVE IT ! * When I saw the film " NIJINSKI " I remember Nijinski saying after the performance as he was being booed off the stage

" It was not me ... it was the faun "

Genious and madness .. RESPECT , mon !

This is by far the best ballet I have ever seen. WILD . EROTIC. SENSUOUS !! Far ahead of it's rime.

" ....a young faun meets several nymphs, flirts with them and chases them, was deliberately archaic. In the original scenography designed by Léon Bakst the dancers were presented as part of a large tableau, a staging reminiscent of an ancient Greek vase painting. They often moved across the stage in profile as if on a bas relief. The ballet was presented in bare feet and rejected classical formalism. The work had an overtly sexual nature for its time and ended with a scene of simulated masturbation..... "

Who dares to say ballet is boring ???

The ballet L'après-midi d'un faune (or The Afternoon of a Faun) was choreographed by Vaslav Nijinsky for the Ballets Russes, and first performed in the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris on May 29, 1912. Nijinsky danced the main part himself.

Lydia Sokolova, the first English dancer in the Ballets Russes, gave the following description of Nijinsky's performance:

Nijinsky as the faun was thrilling. Although his movements were absolutely restrained, they were virile and powerful and the manner in which he caressed and carried the nymph's veil was so animal that one expected to see him run up the side of the hill with it in his mouth. There was an unforgettable moment just before his final amorous descent upon the scarf when he knelt on one leg on top of the hill; with his other leg stretched out behind him. Suddenly he threw back his head, opened his mouth and silently laughed. It was superb acting.

WOW !!!

What fun . I didn't dare post the Jimi Hendrix one .. oooh that was WILD He got really carried away with his guitar.

Now you might think this weird , but it Reminded me of Nijinski - the Russian Ballet Dancer and his performance in "L'apres Midi D'úne Faun ( excuse my Francais spelling )
WICKED !!!

Sleep ...........it has been a good day.
A productive day.
A day when things get done.
I've started organising my thoughts a bit- next step will be to tidy my flat which is once again in creative chaos !
the place looks like a tornado has zoomed through ..i.e. me going from one thing to the other.

I took a big piece of paper this morning and did a stock-taking or inventory of my inner and outer worlds

Dreams .................................waking world

What a LOT of dreams I've had in May. I see themes and patterns emerging and I can see how they relate to the other side of the page which is my "waking world"

A John Cleese snippet just flashed through my mind

JC ( talking to himself )
Wooooosh
what was that ?
That was you life mate .
Do i get another ?
Nope...that's your lot .. I read it on the back of a matchbox once ...
Ah well . back to the world of dreams .

I used this particular video hundreds of times as part of teaching English as foreigh language.

It's from a Fawlty Towers video called Communication Problems
All about Communication problems
A battleaxe of a woman , Mrs Richards comes to stay - she is deaf , has a hearing aid but will not turn it on. The old bat.
hehehe . there's line there where Basil asks " Is this a piece of your brain ?" hehehe ..I'm gettng silly now ..sleep deprivation ....
Nigh tnight XXXX

Communication Problems
19 February 1979, BBC2 - Running time 31:26

A troublesome guest causes problems when she refuses to turn her hearing-aid on. Meanwhile Basil frantically tries to hide a win from the races from Sybill.

Mrs. Richards: When I pay for a view I expect to see something more interesting than that.
Basil: That is Torquay, Madam.
Mrs Richards: Well, it's not good enough.
Basil: Well, may I ask what you were hoping to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom-window? Sidney Opera House perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest? sweeping majestically?
Mrs Richards: Don't be silly. I expect to be able to see the sea.
Basil: You can see the sea. It's over there between the land and the sky.
Mrs Richards: You call that a view?
Basil Fawlty: Well perhaps you should consider moving to a hotel closer to the sea, preferably in it.

Mrs Richards: Now, I've reserved a very quiet room, with a bath and a sea view. I specifically asked for a sea view in my written confirmation, so please be sure I have it.
Manuel: Que?
Mrs. Richards: K?
Manuel: Si.
Mrs. Richards: C?
Manuel: No. Que, "what."
Mrs. Richards: K. Watt?
Manuel: Si: que, "what."
Mrs. Richards: C. K. Watt? Is he the manager?
Manuel: Ah! Manajer! Mr. Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: This man is telling me the manager is a C. K. Watt, aged forty.
Manuel: No, Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: Faulty? Why? What's wrong with him?

Mrs Richards: I shall expect a reduction.
Basil: Why? Because Krakatoa's not erupting at the moment?
Mrs Richards: Because the room is cold, the bath is too small, the view is invisible and the radio doesn't work.
Basil: No, the radio works. You don't.
Mrs Richards: What?
Basil: I'll see if I can fix it, you scabby old bat.
[He turns the radio on to the limit.]

Sybil: What was the name of the horse?
Polly: Er ... the name ... I've gone blank.
[she stares at Basil, making bizarre attempts at charades] Bird Brain.
Sybil: Bird Brain?
Polly: No, no, that came in third. ... Fishwife.
Sybil: What?
Polly: Small...fly. Flying ... Flying Tart ... no, no... It got off to a flying start, and its name was ... Dragonfly.
Sybil: Thank you, Polly.

I was on my way to bed an hour ago , and then V. came on line and we chatted for an hour. V. lives in Atlanta - so she had just come home and kicked off her shoes when I was about to log off. Never leave yahoo messenger open if you REALLY intend to log off ....

Somthing has happened to my browser . I don't think I have one any more I have google and yahoo toolbars but the bit that shows the URL is not there any more

you know this bit " http://www.blog.co.uk/admin/b2edit.php?blog=47377 "

What have I done ? Where has it gone ?