Unexpected things in a familiar environment

I thought I'd 'flanned' (flaneur - one who wanders without particular plan or map, if you don't know the term), all our local roads and areas, but while waiting for the dump to open (life of excitement) I took the dog for a wander and found all sorts of small marvels such as a perfect bit of graffiti, 'this here is not a Banksy', and this blocked up garage door which was constructed with a level of bodge that even I could not have achieved.

Being gripped

In my case by a want to create more art, and writing - a good thing! I think it's been a fallow period while I was concentrating on trying to get our B and B operational. It's almost there, and since we are having biblical amounts of rain currently, I can't venture out to try and redo (bodge) the window frames and shutters that our future guests will be sitting next to - when we've done the terrace area . . . another job. So, apart from dog duty, in tray garbage sorting, house work and all the usual life stuff I have found more time to write and paint.

With an exhibition booked in August - a good continual prod forward, and a desire to complete my third-in-the-series of Londonia so I can get it out to any potential agents/film people I'm busy, and yes, gripped!

Here's an outline sketch of my latest painting  - canvass courtesy of our local recycling emporium for two euros - a rather more apocalyptic work, but with positivity included . . .

The Tea Time Sessions present

 

St Louis Blues, recorded live at the TTS studio/front room

Life of inanimate objects

From the left

'Whoaaaa.'

'You all right?'

'Just ignore him - far too many bottles last night.'

'I know, disgraceful! I mean just look at these two next to me!'

'Hahahahahah - that bit when your wheel fell off . . . hahahah.'

'And then you crushed that bike . . . hahahahahah.'

While I was slumbering

 . . . A good night's sleep - how divine. Something I seem to be getting better at lately, and long may it last, whereas my other 'arf tends to get up at around 4am! and wanders like a gangly ghost around the kitchen in his pyjamas. However, the wandering is, luckily, highly productive. Yesterday, woken by the scent of baking bread, I slipped from the bed and went downstairs to find Sir had made bread and rolls, yogurt, Kiefer and had prepared lentils to soak, while intermittently playing the cello.

I think Mark must have been a baker in some other life, possibly in the Middle Ages as from what I've read, getting up in the middle of the night to do household chores was quite common before returning to attempt to sleep again amongst the various other family members and uninvited insect populations. This he still has to re-master - the re-sleeping bit, at least we don't have the insect population, or not that I'm aware of . . .

One of two reasons to use the internet

Technology and Wealth: The Straw, the Siphon, and the Sieve | Frankly 119

The other reason is my other favourite channel: The Functional Melancholic, of whose videos I have posted before.

Nate Hagens is an extraordinary human being; having studied and been immersed in the world of economy, finance, Wall Street etc, he departed from the latter, feeling he could no longer agree with the economic model that we have been using for decades. 

Caring deeply about the environment, biosphere, and above all truth - something severely lacking in our current time - he has created an incredible channel/platform - the Great Simplification in which he interviews experts in their fields of knowledge, and also shares his thoughts and expertise in his own monologues - Frankly (see above video) which are fascinating, educational, not in the least 'mansplaining'

humble, and generous. 

There are many videos and we are making our way through them, learning so much each time. 

It would be useful to have people like this in so called, control, of our planet. 

A tique might look at a lion

Not sure if I'd describe Mark Carney as a lion, possibly more a wise older sheep dog: intelligent, knowledgable, excellent at his job, and able to round others up into a fold of rational thinking, not that Canadians are sheep - far from it if he is telling the truth (which he is; no need to invent and lie, here, unlike the over-bloated blood-sucking acarien who is still clinging to the collective human population of this space-sphere.

Unlike the last mentioned, Carney wrote this speech rather than his staff doing it for him, and although I read somewhere that people don't rate him as a speaker, I'd say he nailed it: honest, articulate and accessible, caring but not sentimental, open; no histrionics or chest thumping. It gives some hope in this unraveling world.

Is he dead yet?

Just saying . . .

Incredible how much pain, conflict, pollution, death to the biosphere, racism, and mistrust of other human beings one person can inflict. Obviously, you can take your pick of who I mights be speaking of . . . 

Here's a lovely picture of a magnificent pebble/small shale rock, on its own, not doing any harm, not destroying anything; watching the tide's progress, possibly thinking about how incredibly beautiful the world is.

Scaling down, incredible beards and the increasingly likely end of humankind.

The Wide Boundary Impacts of AI with Daniel Schmachtenberger - podcast with Nate Hagens.

I've been steadily weaning myself off from the internet, bit by bit, not that I was ever utterly glued to my phone but I began to feel uneasy at that slight fear rising up when I didn't know where it was in the house. I'd got into a rut of listening to stuff at night in order to sleep but I've managed to stop that and have replaced it by breath-work - nothing complicated and needing an app, just slow deep intakes of breath and slower out breaths; after a while the thoughts and angst disappear replaced by a warm feeling of security and sleepiness - produced by chemicals in the brain that I forget the name of.

Social media . . . basically it makes me feel depressed, even though I am very grateful to be able to access it occasionally to post a piece of art or something, or to check how someone's doing. I was super relieved that our son has come to the same conclusion and got rid of it all. He's back on track with writing and illustrating, something that had got replaced temporarily by easier scrolling and checking.

As a writer of speculative novels I feel like future-proofing myself with regard to perhaps there not being a 'net' at all - see Londonia's main premise. Therefore relying rather on human face to face communication, reading and creating real hands-on stuff seems a better plan. In the meantime - before the collapse - I'm using the phone still for checking the weather, texting, photos and yes, Youtube. Dear old Youtube. Fond memories of the earlier stages, the fishcake video - sadly taken down, the Alsatian dog being told about treats being given to the cat, Ultimate Dog Tease - still makes me laugh, and it's fourteen years old! 

Fast forward to the massive over stuffed behemoth that it is now. And it certainly has given me an incredible amount of useful information, laughter and things to mull over: health, philosophy, history, geography, politics, permaculture, music, et al. But I'm still trying to narrow it down so that I can do the washing up with just looking out at the birds or without needing anything other than me in silence for a while.

So within the narrower spectrum I now watch or listen to are about five channels: The functional melancholic - posted about before, the Daily Beast/Rest is Politics for a catch up on the mad state of the political world, and quite a lot of science podcasts about AI, AGI and 'super intelligence' as I'm attempting to write a novel which encompasses some of this ever changing vast subject. Actually impossible to write really but fun and brain-stretching.

The above podcast was one of the incredibly interesting and frankly, utterly terrifying descriptions of what is actually going on, and probably will be going on which will change everything for humans, and everything else that shares this maligned and still utterly beautiful sphere we have the fortune to live on.

And . . . for admirers of beards, this has to be the most extraordinary one I've seen for a while. 

Great exchange, and I think I'll need to listen to several times to glean even a fraction of the information.

And then, to lift the gloom, I do allow myself a glimpse into the world of Glenn DeVar's 'Country Drag' - welcome back to country drag, y'all.'

Road trip with no plan

There had been a plan - to drive to Poitiers but to adhere to all the usual Road Trip rules - see older post, somewhere, i.e tangents of either person's requests, like following a disused railway for a while, or stopping to gawp at a garden full of plastic gnomes, etc, but, the weather (January not being ideal for RT) appeared to be more biting and frost laden towards the west, so we looked eastwards and set off, carefully, eastwards, with no plan.

After passing various previously explored areas we reached Baugé en Anjou, delightful ancient small town and with open café - many places were shut, and why not on a freezing day just after New Year. We had a hot chocolate and wandered the deserted streets and back lanes until the car and its warmer interior beckoned. After passing through various other small towns and villages, the realisation that food might be an issue, having only bought a flask of tea, we called in at a bakery and bought deux baguettes typique of ham and cheese - this is like coke (the brown stuff) to me, just once or twice a year, a treat of processed cheese and dubious ham enrobed in chewy white bread, almost zero nutrition but so tasty. 

As with all good RT, we turned right and drove down a gravel track where rather than a disused spoil heap or landfill site there was a magnificent lake, unannounced and deserted. We munched, drank tea, and observed white egrets and the reflection of winter-bald trees - one of those memory forming moments in time. 

After walking along a grassy lane which followed the lake's outline, we continued on our non planned route ending up at a river side village named Cheffes where a huge water mill - which had been a manufacturing hub of pencils - looms over the river Sartre and surrounding buildings. We walked, enjoying the afternoon sun flickering on the fast flowing mill water, past a pristine looking lock house and into the green pastured countryside. about the point we stopped to look back over the village I realised it was probably time to return home as the roads would start icing up again, and Mark would be waiting to feed us Borscht soup as he had promised, and play cards in front of the fire.

One of my absolute best Christmas presents was a small plasticky camera sold for kids to mess about with but for me is a gem of recording the passing of time in a most interesting way. Unlike polaroid, the camera regurgitates small pieces of 'till' paper with a satisfying mechanical whirring sound, and there set in time, a grainy multi tone black and white image rather like something you would find in a grandparents' album of their youth. A cross between photography and a sketch. Something to stick in a book rather than hoard unconsciously on a phone to then possibly lose either through human forgetfulness, or collapse of the internet.

Patex plumbing triumph and other collected new year thoughts

A few months back we bought a second hand loo cistern/mini washbasin as you do - our downstairs loo doesn't have a way of plumbing an actual stand alone sink - which was a bargain at 30 euros rather than a new one at 175 euros. It sat in the hall for a month until our new found plumber turned up to install it, charging us a large amount for what seemed a short time of work - but then plumbing is always mysterious and astronomically expensive unless you can do it yourself, which we cannot . . . 

A few days later a puddle of water started forming under the cistern; I did the usual thing of putting a small plastic box under the leak and hoping it might miraculously stop being a leak, which of course it didn't. The plumber reappeared impressively fast, inspected it and then announced rather smugly that there was a small hole in the interior pipe which was sending a tiny jet of water up and out of the cistern, and then told me, even more smugly, when I 'd asked if it was reparable, that it was impossible - nothing would hold back the water, and that he would either have to find a spare part = stupid amount of money, or make something himself = even more scary amount of money. 

He left saying he would do some research, after which I looked at the tiny fountain and thought there must be some way of 'holding back the water' it wasn't exactly the Hoover Dam. Sellotape, no. Gaffer tape, no. Patex! weird product I bought to make little blobs on a smooth spiral shaped metal lamp to hold little bits of paper suspended by wire - another post - you blend it up then stick it to the prepared surface (no water etc) which I did, then when it had dried, made another band of it and wrapped around the patch and pipe.

A day later . . . no leak. I raise my fist to pump the air in triumph! a small triumph but actually a strange turning point and a good time to realise such things at the start of a new year. I was listening to a favourite Youtuber recently - Dr Kfast talking Indian/American psychotherapy dude, and he was talking about how the brain gets into patterns of 'Ah - this will happen again because these things have happened before, and it is the pattern'; a lot more eloquent of course but it made me think about preconceived thoughts of how things will go. Me and Mark plumbing = disaster, so therefore this will be a disaster, and the plumber said nothing will hold back the water, BUT, wait. Supposing it is a success? it might well be, and if it isn't I'll try again with more thought and bigger blob of Patex. 

                                                                               Dr K

So, onward with positivity, not the annoying motivational office/café loo poster variety, just a small confidence that whatever you are planning could have a chance of succeeding, a good chance, and that is to be welcomed into the brain as we move forward in 2026 with all its possibly menacing metaphorical ships on the horizon. Perhaps if we all think hard enough in this humbly confident manner certain ego-ed utter maniacal world 'leaders' might just spontaneously combust.

Happy 2026! 

                 Spot of new year sun in the back garden when everywhere in the area is around - 4