On 11 July 2012 02:46, Martin Law
<martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com>
wrote:
>>>>Just
to announce i'm free,
or seem to be. Out of the maple wood. Off duty from the ministry of leaf loving. MOLL. Approximately 50 hours (i made a note of it) , staring into this woman's face that shape shifted every time i looked. Scanning for such fine anomalies that i can hardly tell what i'm seeing. I notice my left eye is a bit sharper than my right, which is funny cos i always lasered with my right for the optical illusion of 3d. Maybe from so much right brain focus.
or seem to be. Out of the maple wood. Off duty from the ministry of leaf loving. MOLL. Approximately 50 hours (i made a note of it) , staring into this woman's face that shape shifted every time i looked. Scanning for such fine anomalies that i can hardly tell what i'm seeing. I notice my left eye is a bit sharper than my right, which is funny cos i always lasered with my right for the optical illusion of 3d. Maybe from so much right brain focus.
Finishing touches , so fine they
weren't there. I felt the process accelerating to a fine bottle
neck V point>>>>V; (VV), like those buffalo traps indians
used to stampede herds off a cliff, a device called a 'piscin' which
is funny cos it's irish for kitten.
Anyway, that's how they got their dinner.
Just going to matt varnish it a second time to take the shine off the minute modulations and so there's no surface sheen to distract from the illusion of 3d which is a fascinating phenomenon and varnishing is such a cool homogenising trip.
So i could email it tomorrow when i go to the launderette not that that's where i do it from that would just be a washout.
But it feels good to be free of finishing touches. Wouldn't want to have to do them every day. I wonder how Rembrandt Van Rijn and Leonindo Da Varci didn't have a nervous breakdown. No wonder Vincent kept em chunky.
So i planted 12 parsnips and 24 carrots and transplanted the herbs into a neat little spot, earthed up the onions so they don't go brown on top musta been the damp last year, and decided on a sunny place for the butternuts having googled about them, the nutterbuts. The yellow pepper is doing elegantly well but the tomato, that is, the true tomato is not getting the sun it needs to accelerate despite being in the front east to south window. I diluted a drop of 'tomorite' and gave it a homeopathic trickle
but these M class flares seem to be making earth weather moody. But shucks i'm out of the wood and glad i don't have to channel Rembrandt every day for a living. Trees are much easier.
I did listen to Drunvalo Melchizedek, wonder what Lashy thinks about his name. Listened to the three latest Lash navigator satnavs. And wonder how you're getting on, living in the living room, sounds like you've got the right room anyway by the sound of it. Oh! I never knew before that if i typed all the way down to the bottom, it would move the page up for me thats very kind or clever i've been doing it by hand all this time.
I've had the phone off the hook while i was in the maple wood and haven't seen too many exciting people, nobody visited anyway perhaps since you were last here or at least since the last Deepa and Carmel visit (see archives) and mostly see people when i go into town but they're mostly a bit strange.
Having beans on toast for breakfast in the Bakehouse today around five o'clock i had the notion society is like a zoo. I mean, so many people are an odd shape and size that i wonder how they lie down without rolling out of bed, and so many people seem to be mentally compromised maybe the water doesn't help. And one wonders, is the 'holy water' poisoned too? And does anybody know? So yes, a zoo will do. Like 'Fota Park', only this is just' Part of Folk', a 'Folk Park' you might say, a nature reserve in reverse. Not worth worrying about. Not everybody wants to ascend into their truest potential. If the internet is any indication, there's a bit of a drought (had to look that one up) of imagination on this planet of what a full potential might look like. As they say, "ah sure, we're only human." Er, excuse me. What planet is this? I was supposed to get off at, er....
And thinking out loud, "it must just be 'the Kali Yuga..." and the person sitting opposite you passes you the sugar....!
Anyway. I only meant to say i'm out of the maple wood. But it was nice in there. And much more real than the internet. Speaking as an 'armchair traveller' mind you. But of course, we're "only human". And sure, "it's just your imagination."
It's like when 'Gandhi' (a common name i believe) was asked, "Mahatma what do you think of western civilization?" The story has it, that he replied, " I think it would be a good idea."
My answer might be, ' I think i'll just go back into the wood in my imagination. It's nicer there.' Maybe i'll buy some maple syrup.~~~~ ~~~~ A telepathic echo thru the trees from me.
Trusting you're all resonating well.>>>+<<< Rainbowmaker.
Anyway, that's how they got their dinner.
Just going to matt varnish it a second time to take the shine off the minute modulations and so there's no surface sheen to distract from the illusion of 3d which is a fascinating phenomenon and varnishing is such a cool homogenising trip.
So i could email it tomorrow when i go to the launderette not that that's where i do it from that would just be a washout.
But it feels good to be free of finishing touches. Wouldn't want to have to do them every day. I wonder how Rembrandt Van Rijn and Leonindo Da Varci didn't have a nervous breakdown. No wonder Vincent kept em chunky.
So i planted 12 parsnips and 24 carrots and transplanted the herbs into a neat little spot, earthed up the onions so they don't go brown on top musta been the damp last year, and decided on a sunny place for the butternuts having googled about them, the nutterbuts. The yellow pepper is doing elegantly well but the tomato, that is, the true tomato is not getting the sun it needs to accelerate despite being in the front east to south window. I diluted a drop of 'tomorite' and gave it a homeopathic trickle
but these M class flares seem to be making earth weather moody. But shucks i'm out of the wood and glad i don't have to channel Rembrandt every day for a living. Trees are much easier.
I did listen to Drunvalo Melchizedek, wonder what Lashy thinks about his name. Listened to the three latest Lash navigator satnavs. And wonder how you're getting on, living in the living room, sounds like you've got the right room anyway by the sound of it. Oh! I never knew before that if i typed all the way down to the bottom, it would move the page up for me thats very kind or clever i've been doing it by hand all this time.
I've had the phone off the hook while i was in the maple wood and haven't seen too many exciting people, nobody visited anyway perhaps since you were last here or at least since the last Deepa and Carmel visit (see archives) and mostly see people when i go into town but they're mostly a bit strange.
Having beans on toast for breakfast in the Bakehouse today around five o'clock i had the notion society is like a zoo. I mean, so many people are an odd shape and size that i wonder how they lie down without rolling out of bed, and so many people seem to be mentally compromised maybe the water doesn't help. And one wonders, is the 'holy water' poisoned too? And does anybody know? So yes, a zoo will do. Like 'Fota Park', only this is just' Part of Folk', a 'Folk Park' you might say, a nature reserve in reverse. Not worth worrying about. Not everybody wants to ascend into their truest potential. If the internet is any indication, there's a bit of a drought (had to look that one up) of imagination on this planet of what a full potential might look like. As they say, "ah sure, we're only human." Er, excuse me. What planet is this? I was supposed to get off at, er....
And thinking out loud, "it must just be 'the Kali Yuga..." and the person sitting opposite you passes you the sugar....!
Anyway. I only meant to say i'm out of the maple wood. But it was nice in there. And much more real than the internet. Speaking as an 'armchair traveller' mind you. But of course, we're "only human". And sure, "it's just your imagination."
It's like when 'Gandhi' (a common name i believe) was asked, "Mahatma what do you think of western civilization?" The story has it, that he replied, " I think it would be a good idea."
My answer might be, ' I think i'll just go back into the wood in my imagination. It's nicer there.' Maybe i'll buy some maple syrup.~~~~ ~~~~ A telepathic echo thru the trees from me.
Trusting you're all resonating well.>>>+<<< Rainbowmaker.
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: a love of leaves, martin law, July 2012
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