<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151</id><updated>2012-01-07T16:12:57.546Z</updated><category term='Vaucluse'/><category term='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Sanctuary for All'/><category term='Traffic'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Attack of the Show'/><category term='Rodney McKay'/><category term='death'/><category term='lemons'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='France'/><category term='Fundraising'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category term='Tao of Rodney'/><category term='Fatherhood'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Sonnet'/><category term='Rap'/><category term='Auction'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Zach Selwyn'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='mum'/><category term='The Stamp Bug'/><category term='JD Kelleher'/><category term='household tips'/><category term='Film Festivals'/><category term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>Art is the Key</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;whatever form it may take&lt;br&gt; 
your creativity is the key to life, happiness and above all&lt;br&gt;
the preservation of your sanity in this mad, mad world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3922538971992583953</id><published>2011-09-11T23:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:48:48.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temps Perdu ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8cAggDTsA/Tm05ZQ7aTnI/AAAAAAAACb0/Eht7U7J3ubk/s1600/IMG_1098_BWSmall.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8cAggDTsA/Tm05ZQ7aTnI/AAAAAAAACb0/Eht7U7J3ubk/s400/IMG_1098_BWSmall.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;L'isle-sur-la-Sorgue, September 2011&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3922538971992583953?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3922538971992583953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3922538971992583953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3922538971992583953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3922538971992583953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/09/temps-perdu.html' title='Temps Perdu ....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8cAggDTsA/Tm05ZQ7aTnI/AAAAAAAACb0/Eht7U7J3ubk/s72-c/IMG_1098_BWSmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4062183854173114297</id><published>2011-06-19T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:11:46.199+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Łazienki Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roGymq44Ado/Tf6BRPKmZyI/AAAAAAAACak/JqUIqzyTxsQ/s1600/IMG_0602+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roGymq44Ado/Tf6BRPKmZyI/AAAAAAAACak/JqUIqzyTxsQ/s320/IMG_0602+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The path before us straight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun dappled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seemed unending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thoughts and fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intertwined,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step matched to step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our shared dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And whispered promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your fingers slipped my grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the path turned to shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked a pace behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As darkness fell between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our thoughts unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath the trees ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amararti, June 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4062183854173114297?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4062183854173114297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4062183854173114297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4062183854173114297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4062183854173114297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/06/azienki-park.html' title='Łazienki Park'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roGymq44Ado/Tf6BRPKmZyI/AAAAAAAACak/JqUIqzyTxsQ/s72-c/IMG_0602+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-948418212048434125</id><published>2011-04-30T19:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:07:03.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Highworth May Day ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tG0Z4WndP_4/Tbw6sTulzMI/AAAAAAAACWo/14dyMOPRjQk/s1600/2011-04-30+12.06.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tG0Z4WndP_4/Tbw6sTulzMI/AAAAAAAACWo/14dyMOPRjQk/s200/2011-04-30+12.06.03.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the excitement of yesterday's Royal Wedding, today saw Highworth's May Day celebrations kick off with an "Elizabethan Day" a medieval market, maypole dancing, mummers, morris men, pig and ox roast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most well known symbol of May Day merrymaking is the Maypole. During the medieval period it was traditional for the adults to go to the woods on May Eve where they spent the night in pleasant pastimes. At dawn the following day they returned bringing with them branches of trees, particularly hawthorn, which they used to decorate the door of each house, believing that this would bring good luck and fertility for the coming year. Geoffrey Chaucer refers to this maying in his 'Knight's Tale'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE3PNe4R6vo/Tbw6PeGHqkI/AAAAAAAACVQ/8ACiYUYO3UM/s1600/2011-04-30+11.35.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE3PNe4R6vo/Tbw6PeGHqkI/AAAAAAAACVQ/8ACiYUYO3UM/s200/2011-04-30+11.35.56.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morris Men in the Market Square&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of the morning was the bringing home of the maypole. Drawn by oxen, with nosegays of flowers on their horns, it would be decorated with fresch garlands and greenery, flowers and sometimes ribbons and set up to become the focal point for the celebrations. With great joy and merriment people danced round it, but not plaiting ribbons as in the modern revival. In the earlier form, they either held hands in a ring, danced solo in a circle or wove in and out in a circle and there are reports of people kissing each other as they met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maypoles were banned under Cromwell but were brought back with great enthusiasm after the restoration of Charles II. Pepys described the beginning of King Charles' reign as "The happiest May Day that hath been many a year in England".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN94IFuAFr4/Tbw6bhcz_EI/AAAAAAAACV4/fgqjR5QtOz8/s1600/2011-04-30+11.43.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN94IFuAFr4/Tbw6bhcz_EI/AAAAAAAACV4/fgqjR5QtOz8/s200/2011-04-30+11.43.36.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uffington White Horse atop the Maypole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local story of the Highworth area has it that nearby Longcot's maypole was greatly envied by the inhabitants of the surrounding villages in the Vale and that it was stolen one night by a group of Ashbury lads who erected it in front of the Crown Inn. It was stolen from them in turn by the men of Uffington and then in turn by the men of Lambourn, not without a fight breaking out in which boiling water was used by the Uffington men. Parson Watts of Uffington, was so horrified at this that he ordered that the maypole should be cut up into small pieces and the wood given to the poor at Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-948418212048434125?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/948418212048434125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=948418212048434125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/948418212048434125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/948418212048434125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/04/highworth-may-day.html' title='Highworth May Day ....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tG0Z4WndP_4/Tbw6sTulzMI/AAAAAAAACWo/14dyMOPRjQk/s72-c/2011-04-30+12.06.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4342670633086265272</id><published>2011-04-07T00:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:51:30.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Lifecycle v004.999.666 fix 200</title><content type='html'>Spookily true ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projectcartoon.com/cartoon/340724"&gt;Project Cartoon: Project Lifecycle v004,999,666 fix 200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4342670633086265272?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4342670633086265272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4342670633086265272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4342670633086265272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4342670633086265272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/04/project-lifecycle-v004999666-fix-200.html' title='Project Lifecycle v004.999.666 fix 200'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3932146127446732633</id><published>2011-04-03T23:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:19:15.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Today was Mothers Day here in England, or &amp;quot;Mothering	 Sunday&amp;quot; to be more correct.&lt;p&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3932146127446732633?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3932146127446732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3932146127446732633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3932146127446732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3932146127446732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/04/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3941924922891824405</id><published>2011-03-12T18:56:00.017Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:51:28.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Springtime . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G56r_Rpmtz0/TXvCARd45cI/AAAAAAAACNM/hOBOyMtjulM/s1600/2011-03-12%2B12.08.42-1-725429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G56r_Rpmtz0/TXvCARd45cI/AAAAAAAACNM/hOBOyMtjulM/s320/2011-03-12%2B12.08.42-1-725429.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269473000416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First daffodils blooming in my garden. Spring is here, or at least on the way. Here are some positive thoughts as the year turns from the cold dark days of winter to the brighter, lengthening days of springtime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;    ~ Robert H. Schuller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one fine day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;    ~ Aristole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;    ~ Hal Borland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;    ~ Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget('0cd7e235-2d55-4f9b-ac52-c8ebd44bddeb');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/countdown-clock"&gt;Countdown Clock&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;! Not seeing a widget? (&lt;a href="http://docs.widgetbox.com/using-widgets/installing-widgets/why-cant-i-see-my-widget/"&gt;More info&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3941924922891824405?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3941924922891824405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3941924922891824405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3941924922891824405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3941924922891824405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/03/springtime.html' title='Springtime . . .'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G56r_Rpmtz0/TXvCARd45cI/AAAAAAAACNM/hOBOyMtjulM/s72-c/2011-03-12%2B12.08.42-1-725429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-2196735655632190569</id><published>2011-03-08T21:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:14:31.581Z</updated><title type='text'>Flippin' Marvellous . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LW4RKzf2Kvs/TXag9Pwjf1I/AAAAAAAACNE/QTrRlD8Muu8/s1600/2011-03-08%2B19.38.44-784140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LW4RKzf2Kvs/TXag9Pwjf1I/AAAAAAAACNE/QTrRlD8Muu8/s320/2011-03-08%2B19.38.44-784140.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581825762234957650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shrove Tuesday ... Pancake day ... Mardi Gras ... Fat Tuesday ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix a pancake,&lt;br /&gt;Stir a pancake,&lt;br /&gt;Pop out in the pan,&lt;br /&gt;Fry the pancake,&lt;br /&gt;Toss the pancake,&lt;br /&gt;Catch it if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christina Rosettei (1830 - 94)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-2196735655632190569?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/2196735655632190569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=2196735655632190569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2196735655632190569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2196735655632190569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2011/03/flippin-marvellous.html' title='Flippin&apos; Marvellous . . .'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LW4RKzf2Kvs/TXag9Pwjf1I/AAAAAAAACNE/QTrRlD8Muu8/s72-c/2011-03-08%2B19.38.44-784140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-1432049218177702489</id><published>2010-12-06T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:58:54.854Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TPyz370SZwI/AAAAAAAACM0/B9mrRk-_97o/s1600/2010-11-30%2B08.33.01-734855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TPyz370SZwI/AAAAAAAACM0/B9mrRk-_97o/s320/2010-11-30%2B08.33.01-734855.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547506614544787202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The winter has brought snow to the UK early this year. Heavy snowfalls in mid November brought parts of England to a near standstill and the sub zero temperatures have continued for more then three weeks now with little respite.&lt;p&gt;But will we be treated to white Christmas in southern England this year .... ?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-1432049218177702489?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/1432049218177702489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=1432049218177702489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/1432049218177702489'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TM3TdYKwA4I/AAAAAAAACMs/mn3keThcazc/s72-c/2010-10-31+19.10.14-728815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-1479193182043118456</id><published>2010-10-30T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:08:17.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMwm0lk8TZI/AAAAAAAACMc/7vW0eNFM6YE/s1600/2010-10-30+14.34.34-797335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMwm0lk8TZI/AAAAAAAACMc/7vW0eNFM6YE/s320/2010-10-30+14.34.34-797335.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533840727013608850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMwm1RYIG3I/AAAAAAAACMk/fUqA2zXZvy0/s1600/2010-10-30+14.38.52-701242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMwm1RYIG3I/AAAAAAAACMk/fUqA2zXZvy0/s320/2010-10-30+14.38.52-701242.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533840738771016562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The autumn colours here are stunning at the moment, and the weather warm and sunny. But tomorrow could be cold and frosty, ah .... the excitement of the English climate. &lt;p&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-1479193182043118456?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/1479193182043118456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=1479193182043118456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/1479193182043118456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/1479193182043118456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-colour.html' title='Autumn Colour'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMwm0lk8TZI/AAAAAAAACMc/7vW0eNFM6YE/s72-c/2010-10-30+14.34.34-797335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-9166784893901029333</id><published>2010-10-28T02:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:47:29.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMjWMtnLNbI/AAAAAAAACMU/CfJRm96h8bs/s1600/2010-10-26+17.40.25-749370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMjWMtnLNbI/AAAAAAAACMU/CfJRm96h8bs/s320/2010-10-26+17.40.25-749370.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907656115336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really horrible weather at the stables. Sitting in the car looking at the rain and the mud. Winter is here.&lt;p&gt;Sent from Samsung mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-9166784893901029333?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/9166784893901029333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=9166784893901029333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/9166784893901029333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/9166784893901029333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2010/10/winter-weather.html' title='Winter Weather'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/TMjWMtnLNbI/AAAAAAAACMU/CfJRm96h8bs/s72-c/2010-10-26+17.40.25-749370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-6205465794153187513</id><published>2008-08-03T17:36:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:54:04.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaucluse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>En Provence ...</title><content type='html'>6-7-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/amararti.am/VaucluseFrance/photo#5228603674831470674"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/amararti.am/SI-7VwWhwFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FJ9hZQ751Dw/s400/DSC00566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Mormoiron after many years and it is was idyllic as I remembered. Red and ochre buildings contrasting yet in harmony with dark green columns of the cypress trees - ringed by hills, with Mont Ventoux, giant of Provence,  standing sentinel over all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was here it was spring - the cherry blossom was in bloom and Ventoux was capped with snow. This time it is July, the air is warm and scented with that special Provencale mix of lavender, wild thyme and rosemary. Indeed the terrace where I sit to write is fringed with lavender and pink roses, and an apricot tree proudly bears its fruit at one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today began warm and sunny but a late morning swim was cut a little short as a summer storm rolled in across the mountains. Rain is precious though and to be enjoyed - besides it was a good excuse for lunch and a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/amararti.am/VaucluseFrance/photo#5228595969789557426"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/amararti.am/SI-0VQ1YerI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZnmvxTpVlso/s400/DSC00584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/amararti.am/VaucluseFrance"&gt;Vaucluse - Fr...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early evening found me exploring the hillside behind the house. A rocky track leads up and away from the house and affords glorious views over the village and surrounding countryside.  Ten minutes later I was at the top of the hill looking across the next valley, cork oak, pine, thyme and rosemary thronged the hillside, butterflies flitted lazily in the evening sunshine ... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-7-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Hypermarkets never cease to amaze me - and traumatize me it has to be said. After the first twenty aisles of anything-you-could-ever-want which is not food and definitely not what you came in for, I can feel myself spiraling into a sense of confusion. Can I live without a pool skimmer, a sun shade for the car, two T-shirts for the price of one, a new frying pan, mobile phone, TV, clothes dryer, giant inflatable dolphin - probably - but where is the bread? Three aisles of yoghurt, four aisles of cheese - ah, this is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-7-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jewel of the Vaucluse is the fortified riverside city of Avignon, home to the popes during their "Babylonian exile" from 1309 - 77, and now host to one of the great music and theatre festivals of France. The popes' castle at Chateauneuf-du-Pape is now a ruin, but well worth a visit for the stupendous wines it produces. The Cotes-du-Rhone region is justly re-knowned, and its vineyards spread as far northeast as the slopes of Mont Ventoux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/amararti.am/VaucluseFrance/photo#5228596093194718850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/amararti.am/SI-0ccjdzoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ja9JVtfB1mc/s400/DSC00581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/amararti.am/VaucluseFrance"&gt;Vaucluse - Fr...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman legacy in Vaulcuse is also remarkable. It is glimpsed in the great theatre and triumphal arch in Orange, and in the ruins of Vaison-la-Romaine which, unusually, were not built over by successive civilisations. Carpentras, which is about 10miles from Mormoiron, was also a Roman town, but its claim to fame is its possession of France's oldest synagogue. The story of the Jews, who were given papal protection in Vaucluse, is one of many religious histories which can be traced through the region. Another is the Baron of Oppede's brutal crusade against the Vaudois heretics in 1545, when many villages were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Oppede, at Lacoste, a poppy-lined path leads to the chateau of France's notorious deviant, the Marquis de Sade. A more elevated writer was Petrarch, who lived in Fontaine-de-Vaucluse, where the Sorgue river emerges from a mysterious source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-6205465794153187513?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/6205465794153187513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=6205465794153187513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6205465794153187513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6205465794153187513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-provence.html' title='En Provence ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/amararti.am/SI-7VwWhwFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FJ9hZQ751Dw/s72-c/DSC00566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-5485822173117130905</id><published>2008-06-14T01:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:56:06.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Midnight .....</title><content type='html'>.... what could possibly go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With The Doctor trapped, alone, powerless and terrified, on the planet Midnight, anything and everything probably! Russell T Davies's Bafta Award-winning time-travelling drama continues on BBC 1 at 7:00pm this evening. Soon, the knocking on the wall begins. Only a woman called Sky seems to know the truth – but as paranoia turns into a witch-hunt, Sky turns the Doctor's greatest strengths against him, and a sacrifice must be made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/SFMVrPzlAxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/trf_BDOMoDk/s1600-h/DW_MIDNIGHTpromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/SFMVrPzlAxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/trf_BDOMoDk/s400/DW_MIDNIGHTpromo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211533026519221010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ..... the long awaited title of episode 12 (to be shown on the 28th June) has been revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Stolen Earth ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... written by Russell T Davies, will be the twelfth episode in this series of Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth's greatest heroes assemble in a time of dire need. But can the Doctor's secret army defeat the might of the new Dalek Empire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With battles on the streets and in the skies, the Doctor and Donna must brave the Shadow Proclamation to find out the truth. However, a fearsome old enemy waits in the shadows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/s4/news/latest/080613_news_01"&gt;BBC - Dr Who - News&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I love Doctor Who .... oh, if only I had all of time and space to begin to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-5485822173117130905?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/5485822173117130905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=5485822173117130905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5485822173117130905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5485822173117130905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-midnight.html' title='It&apos;s Midnight .....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/SFMVrPzlAxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/trf_BDOMoDk/s72-c/DW_MIDNIGHTpromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4011899869624654263</id><published>2008-06-14T00:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:12:23.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Wishes ....</title><content type='html'>Well, I know of one lovely couple that are getting married very, very soon. So for them and anyone else who is taking that walk down the aisle ... or maybe pledging their lives to each other on a beach, in a garden, a forest, a castle ... or even on twin bungie cords, who knows ... may the sun shine on your day and the rest of your lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Wedding Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now shines the sun on this our pleasant land&lt;br /&gt;And field and hedge are clothed in green and white,&lt;br /&gt;Now to this perfect setting, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Come two, so dear to us, their troth to plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gather kith and kin from every part&lt;br /&gt;To witness vows exchanged betwixt these two.&lt;br /&gt;True meeting 'tis of mind and soul and heart.&lt;br /&gt;Their love shall grow as each day dawns anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wish we all, for you, upon this day,&lt;br /&gt;A life of love, of harmony, of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;To have, to hold, to honour and obey,&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt promise made, sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all of us who cannot be there too,&lt;br /&gt;Warm wishes, hopes and fondest love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amararti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4011899869624654263?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4011899869624654263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4011899869624654263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4011899869624654263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4011899869624654263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-wishes.html' title='Wedding Wishes ....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-6844851184130240978</id><published>2007-07-10T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:27:27.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sisters ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RpLO5j1W2TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DLacoZzwmmo/s1600-h/Sister1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RpLO5j1W2TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DLacoZzwmmo/s320/Sister1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085354417521613106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicating this short blog entry to my sister. My beautiful, clever, funny, courageous and lovely sister. Fate has dictated that we have spent the last twenty years living in different countries having little to do with each other's lives save for (often belated) birthday and Christmas cards - and a handful of phone calls. Why? Pressures of life, work, etc. distance, apathy - who knows ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that she existed in my mind as a 14 or 15 year old (the age she was when I left home). The reality of her as a grown-up contemporary, with a life-time of experiences, hopes, dreams and disappointments that have shaped her into the person she is today, had not really dawned on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wake up calls come - and sadly sometimes in the cruelest form possible, as it was with the death of our mother earlier this year. Once again we found ourselves together but with 20 years worth of separate lives lying between us. She was still my sister but in many ways a stranger and so, I suppose I was to her. But as we spent time together picking over the remains of our parents lives together, of our childhood, we drew closer once again, tears were shed, apologies made and once again we felt like sisters. It was a sad time however ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to visit her in Spain and on a beach at midnight, in the middle of the Festival of San Juan, I hugged her, held her close and told her how much I loved her ... that was a beautiful, enlightening and overwhelming moment ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that chance makes us family but choice make us friends ... well, chance may have given me my sister, but now I have re-discovered her I choose her as a beloved friend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your family ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-6844851184130240978?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/6844851184130240978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=6844851184130240978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6844851184130240978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6844851184130240978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisters.html' title='Sisters ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RpLO5j1W2TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DLacoZzwmmo/s72-c/Sister1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-7654132120378230845</id><published>2007-06-30T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:28:04.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Castles in Spain ....</title><content type='html'>It is strange where the mind can take you as you idly sift through your experiences with a view to writing them down. I have just returned to the UK from a trip to Spain - a much needed break, a chance to unwind and catch up with my sister and visit with friends in Gibraltar. Sitting here now, alone, on one of the coldest, wettest, most depressing days of an English summer I have ever known, I long for the warm touch of the Spanish sun on my skin and the embrace of family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/670855157_1d22b45e53_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/670855157_1d22b45e53_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day dreaming is a great escape of course and I am reminded of a phrase that I came across in French class at grammar school when I was in my teens - "Châteaux en Espagne" - building castles in Spain the equivalent of building castles in the air, day-dreaming about about visionary projects and achieving the unattainable. But more than that, Spain was seen as the region of romance in French literature of the 13th century. The phrase embodied a burning hope for, and desire of lovers to have a place of retreat, a secluded spot, a stronghold - isolated from the prying eyes of the curious and all the irritating forces of the world, where love could be freely expressed and carried to its blissful conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain is indeed a land of dramatic scenery, vibrant colour, passionate people and proud traditions. More of this in coming days - but for now I admit that I have fallen in love with Spain and what I discovered there - yes I have lost my heart and I just hope that someone finds it and keeps it safe until I return ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más a venir&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-7654132120378230845?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/7654132120378230845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=7654132120378230845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7654132120378230845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7654132120378230845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/building-castles-in-spain.html' title='Building Castles in Spain ....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/670855157_1d22b45e53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3968461961615808164</id><published>2007-06-23T08:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:31:46.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking at Glastonbury ...</title><content type='html'>No, sadly not me ... but David Hewlett's movie A Dog's Breakfast which will be shown to thousands of festival-goers at &lt;A HREF="http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/performance.aspx?id=81"&gt;Glastonbury 2007&lt;/A&gt; this weekend.  Poor David couldn't make it to join in the fun in the mud because of filming for Stargate Atlantis back in Vancouver - but he recorded this outrageous intro for the movie screening- take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG1vWJyT0Rc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG1vWJyT0Rc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping everyone enjoys the film and the rain and the mud and has a fantastic time -- me - I am lucky enough to be on holiday in Spain where it is hot, sunny, dry and gorgeous and the wettest thing I have to worry about is where my next glass of wine is coming from!!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't seen the movie yet or who have and want to watch it again and again, well you can now &lt;A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/Dogs-Breakfast-David-Hewlett/dp/B00000F5WY/ref=sr_1_4/002-7618368-9376836?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1182583421&amp;sr=8-4" TARGET=_&gt;pre-order A Dog's Breakfast at Amazon.com&lt;/A&gt; - woohoo!! It isn't released until September but, hey that's not so far away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the mud at Glastonbury, or turn the music up loud and the sprinklers on and make love not war in your own back yard - it's all good .....&lt;br /&gt;Peace  AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3968461961615808164?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3968461961615808164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3968461961615808164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3968461961615808164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3968461961615808164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/rocking-at-glastonbury.html' title='Rocking at Glastonbury ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3828942728896313440</id><published>2007-06-09T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:47:03.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship ...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that there is a drink called "Three Stages of Friendship" ? Found this on drinknation.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the following in a shot glass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part Jack Daniel's&lt;br /&gt;1 part overproof Rum (151 proof)&lt;br /&gt;1 part white Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets a 9/10 rating - mind you, only 2 votes so far - presumably the rest are still passed out in a gutter somewhere .... lol. Mind you - further research turned up a different recipe for friendship on drinkswap.com. They recommend the following - again combined in a shot glass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 oz    Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/3 oz Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1/3 oz Bourbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm - oh well - I guess you can have more that one friend - at any stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important ingredient (apart from a bottle of Tequila!) would seem to be a good friend to catch you as you fall off the barstool, to pick you up out of the gutter and to support as you stagger home. Maybe those are the three stages of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe - after the introductions, the getting to know you stage, the steady growth of regard and trust - a good friend, a close and lasting friend, is someone who will not judge you for your shortcomings, someone who understands you enough to know when to pick you up when you are down and when to leave you where you fell, to lie on your back and contemplate the stars (although they might check you for head injuries and throw a blanket over you before leaving you to your contemplation). Above all a friend is someone who you can trust to be there to take care of you when you need it. After all - you would do the same for them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are few and far between, in a world full of billions of people how many do we truly connect with at anything more than a superficial level? While many would argue that they are happy with their own company the reality is that your own company can be an emotional wasteland. Of course friends can hurt you, and who could hurt you more than someone who knows you inside and out? But to deny yourself friendship because of the risk of getting hurt is really to commit emotional suicide and condemn yourself to your own lonely wasteland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beneath The Shell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A curtain of hostility I wove&lt;br /&gt;between myself and you to save me pain.&lt;br /&gt;Resolved to live my life bereft of love,&lt;br /&gt;sure that my work would always keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no need for friends, called no man brother.&lt;br /&gt;Stepped back from friendship well before the start.&lt;br /&gt;No time for sister, family or lover,&lt;br /&gt;Let quest for new discoveries shield my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must reassess my self control.&lt;br /&gt;I see now how our lives are intertwined&lt;br /&gt;and I myself must play a leading role&lt;br /&gt;to safeguard all the fragile ties that bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From friendship and from love I will not flee.&lt;br /&gt;   No man can be an island now I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Amararti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your friends,&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3828942728896313440?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3828942728896313440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3828942728896313440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3828942728896313440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3828942728896313440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-9138737599347547741</id><published>2007-06-03T14:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:05:27.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Alternative Fairy Tale ...</title><content type='html'>.. this is what we should have been reading as little girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog hopped into her lap and said, "&lt;i&gt;Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young Prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can satisfy my needs, prepare and serve my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs, delicately seasoned and accompanied by a delicious white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DON'T F***ING THINK SO!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with all the princesses you know! &lt;br /&gt;It's sure to brighten their day!&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-9138737599347547741?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/9138737599347547741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=9138737599347547741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/9138737599347547741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/9138737599347547741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/alternative-fairy-tale.html' title='Alternative Fairy Tale ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-8611427394165609111</id><published>2007-06-02T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:19:09.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodney McKay'/><title type='text'>Fateful Day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ripped from my soul - in honour of "Sunday" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RmCu49I4zCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m7oCOPXY7Xc/s1600-h/Fateful_Day_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RmCu49I4zCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m7oCOPXY7Xc/s400/Fateful_Day_BW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071245473926925346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say ...&lt;p&gt;It wasn't your fault ... &lt;p&gt;Mythology has it that each of our lives is but a thread spun out by the &lt;A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fates" TAGET=_blank&gt;Fates&lt;/a&gt; - three sisters who are blind to and uncaring of the loves and friendships of the mortal world. One spins, one measures and one cuts the thread .... they truly are &lt;B&gt;The Powers That Be&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dispair ...&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-8611427394165609111?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/8611427394165609111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=8611427394165609111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/8611427394165609111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/8611427394165609111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/fateful-day.html' title='Fateful Day ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RmCu49I4zCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m7oCOPXY7Xc/s72-c/Fateful_Day_BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4917690690491020839</id><published>2007-06-01T07:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:34:14.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Testing ...</title><content type='html'>OK - I know it is possible to email posts to a Blog - I guess you  &lt;br&gt;could do this by phone while on the move. Could I be bothered - what  &lt;br&gt;could I possibly be doing the the world simply had to know before I  &lt;br&gt;had a chance to get home, grab a drink and and put my feet up to Blog from the comfort of my laptop???&lt;p&gt;Several scenarios leap to mind I suppose - all pretty grizzly and/or  &lt;br&gt;life-threatening - Mmm, no let&amp;#39;s not go there.&lt;p&gt;Oh well - just in case I ever need to Blog on the run as &amp;#39;twere - I  &lt;br&gt;wonder if this has been successful. Well if you are reading this then  &lt;br&gt;it has - and if you&amp;#39;re not ... er ... Mmm ... well I guess I&amp;#39;m  &lt;br&gt;talking to myself (so what&amp;#39;s new ... )&lt;p&gt;This is me - reporting from somewhere - under the duvet ...&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I knew there was some point to this Blogette - check out the new Sanctuary episode now showing on YouTube&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZLccgEn9Hg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZLccgEn9Hg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember that for a very, very modest sum you can watch and download fabulous HD versions from the &lt;A HREF="http://www.sanctuaryforall.com" TARGET=_blank&gt;Sanctuary For All&lt;/a&gt; website&lt;p&gt;Night, night and happy June ...&lt;br&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4917690690491020839?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4917690690491020839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4917690690491020839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4917690690491020839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4917690690491020839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-testing.html' title='Just Testing ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-5108577362683176556</id><published>2007-05-29T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:43:55.173+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Art for Art's Sake ...</title><content type='html'>For no particular reason other than the fact that I can - and I have just found this really cool set of &lt;A HREF="http://goodwidgets.com/" TARGET=_blank&gt;Web/Blog photo widgets&lt;/a&gt; (indirectly via David Nykl's blog) - I thought I would show you a few ATC's. What are those I hear you cry as you run through a series of possible candidates for the acronym in your head ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wonder no more dear friends - an ATC is no more no less than an Artist's Trading Card - a sort of glorified business card if you like. The idea is that the artist makes them, sticks his or her contact details on the reverse and leaves them around the world in bars, restaurants and the like - free art for all with the slight (very slight) possiblity of picking up some work, as a result of this self advertisment, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goodwidgets.com/widgets/shift.swf" name="gw11709" FlashVars="gW=11709&amp;bC=f2f2e8&amp;aC=a2b648&amp;v=1.2" quality="best" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="246"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the original concept - now of course the world and his wife make ATC's and take them along to swap meets and collect them in purpose made folders, and submit them to magazines for publication and exhibit them and all sorts of things like that. One tradition that has survived however - ATC's cannot be bought or sold, it is free art made for its own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I just make them for my own amusement and to share with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-5108577362683176556?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/5108577362683176556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=5108577362683176556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5108577362683176556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5108577362683176556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-for-arts-sake.html' title='Art for Art&apos;s Sake ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-7662661526767591078</id><published>2007-05-27T06:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:02:44.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD Kelleher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film Festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>A Brace of Awards for Breakfast ...</title><content type='html'>I have just returned home from the closing night screenings of the Stratford-upon-Avon International Digital Film Festival. Over four days they have screened the best of independent digital film from all over the world. The closing offerings were &lt;i&gt;One Last Drink Before Morning&lt;/i&gt; (UK), &lt;i&gt;Fission&lt;/i&gt; (USA), &lt;i&gt;Her Smile&lt;/i&gt; (South Korea) and &lt;i&gt;A Dog’s Breakfast&lt;/i&gt; (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screening was held in a much larger room with a lot more people in attendance than on Thursday when I was last able to get over there. I took Sarah with me this time and we settled down to watch the programme which began a little after 7pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short films where very enjoyable and varied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.cinequestonline.org/2007/theater/detail_view.php?m=1152" TARGET=_blank&gt;One Last Drink Before Morning&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: &lt;a HREF="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0445539/" TARGET=_blank&gt;JD Kelleher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Gareth Kieran Jones, Lesley McGuire&lt;br /&gt;A late night dive, three barflys and a competition for a free drink. &lt;br /&gt;Whoever has the saddest story wins … for once in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fission&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Animated Short&lt;br /&gt;Director: Kun-I Chang&lt;br /&gt;A man sees himself as graffiti on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1028541/" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;Her Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative Short&lt;br /&gt;Director/Writer: &lt;a HREF="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2359290/" TARGET=_blank&gt;Minji Kang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Chrystine Yeh, Lindsay Kojima, Shine Inn&lt;br /&gt;A young prostitute yearns for love while working in the &lt;br /&gt;red-light district of South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main film of the evening was A Dog's Breakfast - and as I settled back to watch it for a second time in a week I counted myself as lucky to be one of the few people in the world to have had the privilege of viewing this movie. It was just as witty and amusing the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjlNI4zBI/AAAAAAAAABk/fRNPv8IGwQs/s1600-h/Sarah_and_JD_Kelleher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjlNI4zBI/AAAAAAAAABk/fRNPv8IGwQs/s200/Sarah_and_JD_Kelleher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069121977671273490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the screenings we had some refreshments kindly provided by the Festival organisers and I had a chance to chat to &lt;a HREF="http://www.myspace.com/jdkelleher" TARGET=_blank&gt;JD Kelleher&lt;/A&gt; about his excellent short film &lt;i&gt;One last Drink Before Morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD is seen here with Sarah who was made an honourary "Film Maker" and is wearing her badge with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the award presentations. The organisers gave a brief speech saying what a high standard of entries there had been to the Festival this year and explaining that the judging and selection of award winners had been done, not by them but, by an independent panel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to be announced was for &lt;b&gt;Best Actor&lt;/B&gt; and it was a thrill to hear that this had been awarded to David Hewlett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkiydI4y-I/AAAAAAAAABM/TDGqRmp5KBo/s1600-h/Mr_Loughman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkiydI4y-I/AAAAAAAAABM/TDGqRmp5KBo/s200/Mr_Loughman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069121105792912354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His future father-in-law, Mr Don Loughman went up to accept the award in David's place. He explained how sorry David and Jane were not to be present at the Festival and thanked the organisers for doing such a good job. He mentioned how grateful David was to the 70 or so people who had worked on the movie to bring it to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not the end of the film's success story because, just a few moments later, came the news that it had been awarded &lt;b&gt;Best Feature Film&lt;/B&gt;. Fantastic news and well deserved recognition for a great film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjFNI4y_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z4N2GO_C1lc/s1600-h/Best_Actor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjFNI4y_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z4N2GO_C1lc/s320/Best_Actor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069121427915459570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjFdI4zAI/AAAAAAAAABc/C4WFW1LjvlY/s1600-h/Best_Feature_Film.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjFdI4zAI/AAAAAAAAABc/C4WFW1LjvlY/s320/Best_Feature_Film.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069121432210426882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hurrah!! for ADB - may it continue to go from strength to strength,&lt;br /&gt;and well done to David, Jane, Kate, Paul, Mars and all the cast and crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-7662661526767591078?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/7662661526767591078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=7662661526767591078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7662661526767591078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7662661526767591078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/brace-of-awards-for-breakfast.html' title='A Brace of Awards for Breakfast ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/RlkjlNI4zBI/AAAAAAAAABk/fRNPv8IGwQs/s72-c/Sarah_and_JD_Kelleher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-7045980706443719826</id><published>2007-05-25T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:28:22.793+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film Festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>A Dog's Breakfast ...</title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally got to see David Hewlett's wonderful movie, "A Dog's Breakfast", on Thursday at the Stratford-upon-Avon International Digital Film Festival. It was worth the wait - a witty, intelligent comedy, with excellent performances by David and the rest of the cast including (of course) Mars the dog in his film debut! A skillful piece of storytelling this, cleverly filmed and enhanced by a perfect soundtrack, the subtle nuances of performance are a joy and would bear watching time and time again, (indeed I am returning on Saturday to do just that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couldn't have imagined a more perfect directorial debut for David Hewlett - it is to be hoped that, once released on DVD (scheduled for Autumn 2007 in North America by MGM), the film achieves the success that it so richly deserves. It is to be hoped also that David has many more stories to tell in the coming years. In an age of overblown special effects and over-reliance on CG - we need more films that put plot and performance first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hewlett is a star, not just for his acting performances, the writing and directing (if those were not enough), but for the energy, enthusiasm, drive and determination with which he has brought his dream to reality. He has made his own opportunities, taken a chance and not been content to sit back and take the comfortable path. His obvious delight in the whole film making and internet marketing process is infectious and endearing, and his charm is such that those who come into contact with it almost inevitably end up invested in helping him to achieve success for his endeavours. Put simply - his attitude is inspiring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me - "A Dog's Breakfast" was worth every ounce of effort expended upon it - congratulations must go to David, Jane and everyone else involved with the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-7045980706443719826?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/7045980706443719826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=7045980706443719826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7045980706443719826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7045980706443719826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/dogs-breakfast.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-1368318018318980603</id><published>2007-05-20T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:58:32.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodney McKay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Perils of Fatherhood ...</title><content type='html'>Would &lt;A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_McKay" TARGET=_blank&gt;Rodney McKay&lt;/A&gt; (SGA) make a good father? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never find out - unless the script writers resurrect a storyline abandoned in the planning of season 4 (if Joe Mallozzi is to be believed -- and I can never be &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; certain when he is joking). McKay has always seemed to be as allergic to kids as he (supposedly) is to lemons. But, just as an actual allergy to citric acid, given its presence in all mamalian life forms (remember the &lt;A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citric_acid_cycle" TARGET=_blank&gt;Krebs Cycle&lt;/A&gt;?) is almost unheard of -- maybe Rodney's intolerence to children would also prove insubstanial as his need for a family makes itself felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never know, but there again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Someday ... Maybe ...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, yes, I know that we once children were.&lt;br /&gt;But really 'tis a time best left forgot.&lt;br /&gt;The adult world I really much prefer,&lt;br /&gt;so please don't face me with some snot-nosed tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should remain inside a cage&lt;br /&gt;To save them from themselves, you understand, &lt;br /&gt;Until they've gained more suitable an age&lt;br /&gt;to pay their way and lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is one that greets me with such glee,&lt;br /&gt;and as I look down on her upturned face,&lt;br /&gt;her little arms wrapped tight about my knee,&lt;br /&gt;that look of love fair makes my poor heart race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That tiny hand in mine does not feel bad,&lt;br /&gt;   Know what? I'd someday like to be called ... Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Amararti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by '&lt;A HREF="http://www.gateworld.net/atlantis/s3/transcripts/308.shtml" TARGET=_blank&gt;McKay &amp; Mrs Miller&lt;/A&gt;')&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKay a father ... imagine that ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are however perils and pitfalls to be considered, sleepness nights and 4am feeds, diapers, teething, tantrums ...  riding the carousel (again Daddy!) with a smile even though your adult inner ear has matured to a point where motion sickness is a very real concern ... and then there is ice skating ... you've skied down black runs many times so how hard can donning a pair of skates and taking to the ice really be? Anything for her ... who could resist those big green eyes, that impish smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, from A&amp;E you phone your (wiser, much wiser) better half ... "um - the doc says it's broken in three places ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later - your right arm in plaster to the elbow ... your broken wrist aching like a son-of-a-bitch - you ponder ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/P4263207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/P4263207.jpg" border="0" alt="Who Could Resist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her ... for that smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the Dads out there, you're doing a great job - keep it up ...&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( ... and yes, my day has been kind of ... interesting ... )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-1368318018318980603?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/1368318018318980603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=1368318018318980603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/1368318018318980603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/1368318018318980603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/perils-of-fatherhood.html' title='The Perils of Fatherhood ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/th_P4263207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-6277307159200731889</id><published>2007-05-18T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:48:15.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Haunted Desks and Victorian Values ...</title><content type='html'>It's a funny thing, I like to live in the present and look to the future, (which is kind of an odd thing for a history graduate to admit to I guess) but when all is said and done none of us can escape the past. The past is where our roots are; on a personal level, in our childhood and formative years, on a cultural level in the landscape and architecture of our homeland - my home looks out on the Uffington White Horse, carved into the hillside a mere 3000 years ago (give or take) - a daunting thought to make you appreciate the transience of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/P5113317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/P5113317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that I brought home from Mum's house, following her death, was a fine bureau topped by a glass fronted bookcase - a piece of furniture that I remember well from my childhood. It now stands in my home looking slightly less comfortable than it did in its previous location. It is the first thing I see when I open the front door, the first thing I see when I come down stairs in the morning -- and I am certain that it is haunted ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at it I remember and can almost see my father sitting at the desk working on lesson plans or writing letters - indeed the top couple of drawers still contain files of papers in his handwriting - my father has been dead for 28 years! The little pigeon holes of the desk contain all manner of letters, photos and other bits and peices belonging to my father's aunts and my grandmother. Whilst the bottom drawer is a treasure trove of older sepia photographs of relatives from an even dimmer and more distant past still. The bookcase housed many little bibles and prayer books each inscribed with one or other long dead relative's name. Works by Dickens and Trollop which I read as a child, &lt;i&gt;The Peoples Pysician&lt;/i&gt; - source of many gruesome and alarming pictures and the root of my hypochondria I suspect. And a fascinating three volume set called &lt;i&gt;Enquire Within Upon Everything&lt;/i&gt; -- well everything upto 1910 anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally the bureau bookcase stood in the front room of what had been my great grandparents house then occupied by my father's two unmarried aunts and their unmarried aunt. One night during the second World War a bomb dropped in the park across the road from the house. The windows where blown in accompanied by various bits of shrapnel. The desk and bookcase bear scars from this incident which I can trace with my finger today. My father, then a child was in the house at the time and narrowly missed being impaled by bits of the park railings which came through his bedroom window -- or so the story goes -- it makes you think -- the transience of life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is the desk haunted? -- truly, I have yet to see a ghost, but it certainly has presence and -- in the sense that it is imbued with the spirit of my ancestors -- I would have to say yes, I think it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Victorian values? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/P5113321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/P5113321.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well last week my daughter took part in an immersion history lesson whereby her class were taken off to spend the day in a Victorian school. They had to dress the part and learn the rules: &lt;i&gt;Children Should Be Seen and Not Heard&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Speech is Silver&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Silence is Golden&lt;/i&gt; and the like. She was particularly delighted by the fact that to ask to use the bathroom she had to raise her hand and when called on say "Please M'am may I visit the offices?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is now well in touch with her cultural roots ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the spirits of your ancestors look down upon you with benign and watchful smiles:&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-6277307159200731889?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/6277307159200731889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=6277307159200731889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6277307159200731889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/6277307159200731889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-haunted-desks-and-victorian-values.html' title='Of Haunted Desks and Victorian Values ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4268598212280810370</id><published>2007-05-15T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:40:23.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack of the Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach Selwyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>Go Zach Go ...</title><content type='html'>OK - having been trapped in my car in a torrential thunderstorm for a little while there, possibly 38 minutes, I have finally escaped (sorry to all of you who were worried *gulp*). I've been trying to catch up on some work - I have two deadlines tomorrow and so it looks like another all-nighter for me *sigh* when will I learn??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just dropped by to post this nice little tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Selwyn of G4 TV's &lt;A HREF="http://www.g4tv.com/attackoftheshow/index.html" TARGET=_blank&gt;Attack of the Show&lt;/A&gt; paid a visit to the set of "Stargate Atlantis". He landed a cameo role as Scientist No.2 following his fabulous &lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkLrBJ5R4hQ" TARGET=_blank&gt;rap tribute to the show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wZvvkFwRk4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wZvvkFwRk4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - update - it seems that G4 Media have smacked YouTube and had the video (above) removed however you can still watch a much better, &lt;A HREF="http://www.g4tv.com/pile_player.aspx?video_key=16202" TARGET=_blank&gt;higher definition version&lt;/A&gt; on the G4TV site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4268598212280810370?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4268598212280810370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4268598212280810370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4268598212280810370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4268598212280810370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-zach-go.html' title='Go Zach Go ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-679920909594903534</id><published>2007-05-15T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:48:08.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanctuary for All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film Festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>Seeking Sanctuary ....</title><content type='html'>Just a quick(ish) entry - I have so many things backed up to Blog about but noooooooo time to write Arrghh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - today was the day that the first episode of Sanctuary was due to hit the Web. This is  a new concept in Web based entertainment being a full production episodic SciFic series based on the web. Starring Amanda Tapping of Stargate fame and with guest rolls by lots of other well known folks such as the popular *grin* and talented David Hewlett. Each webisode of Sanctuary follows the exploits of Dr. Helen Magnus (Amanda Tapping, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis) as she seeks out all manner of terrifying and monstrous creatures. She is aided in her quest by her reluctant protégé Will Zimmerman (Robin Dunne, Dawson’s Creek, The Big Hit, Species 3) and her intrepid, if somewhat reckless, daughter Ashley (Emilie Ullerup, Battlestar Galactica). Together they are drawn into a frightening and mysterious world populated by beings that defy explanation. Sanctuary was created by veteran science fiction writer and producer Damian Kindler and directed by Martin Wood (Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis). Kindler, Tapping and Wood serve as executive producers along with N. John Smith (Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the &lt;A HREF="http://www.sanctuaryforall.com" TARGET=_blank&gt;Sanctuary For All&lt;/a&gt; site promptly died under the weight of so many connections and as I write is currently down. However by the time you read this, gentle reader, they will probably have it all up and running again so by all means click the links and enter the world of &lt;A HREF="http://www.sanctuaryforall.com" TARGET=_blank&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;. But prepare to become addicted and obsessed (don't say I didn't warn you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindful of the fact that everyone was eagerly awaiting the very first episode, the directors (bless them) have posted it on YouTube. Obviously this is not the crisp HD version that you would be able to enjoy on the site but it is certainly better than nothing. Much, much better in fact - even in this format it is very, very atmospheric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy: &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6K-v4MJScz0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6K-v4MJScz0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news - the talented Mr Hewlett's movie &lt;A HREF="http://www.adogsbreakfastmovie.com" TARGET=_blank&gt;'A Dog's Breakfast'&lt;/A&gt; is to be shown at the &lt;A HREF="http://www.stratforduponavonfilmfest.com/welcome.htm" TARGET=_blank&gt;Stratford-upon-Avon International Digital Film Festival&lt;/A&gt; which runs from May 23th to May 26th 2007. The movie is due to be screened at 11am on Thursday 24th and at 7pm on Saturday 26th. Tickets are free but on a first come first served basis on the day of the screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - thats all for now ....&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-679920909594903534?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/679920909594903534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=679920909594903534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/679920909594903534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/679920909594903534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeking-sanctuary.html' title='Seeking Sanctuary ....'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-5263660886787843603</id><published>2007-05-09T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:19:42.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Stamp Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Why I'll Never Be A Hand Model ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wow will you look at that it's late Wednesday night - er ... what happened to Tuesday? I could have sworn I posted an entry on Tuesday ..... ah, no ...wait ... that would be the Twitter effect - it makes you think you have been informative and erudite all day and then - hey presto - evaporates like the morning mist. Anyway how much deathless prose (or poetry) can one fit in 140 or so characters? (no that's not a challenge!!) - no wonder they invented l33t!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this description of the Twitter phenomenon from &lt;b&gt;TIME in partnership with CNN&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One early front runner for the title of the "YouTube of 2007" is a service called Twitter. Twitter enables you to broadcast to the world at large, via the Web or phone or instant message, tiny snippets of personal information: what you're doing, what you're about to do, what you just did, what your cat just did and so on. Twitter does the Internet equivalent of splitting the atom. It creates a unit of content even smaller and more trivial than the individual blog entry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are at all interested in such things you can read the whole article at: &lt;A HREF="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1607260,00.html" TARGET=_blank&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hyperconnected Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to &lt;i&gt;trivial&lt;/i&gt; blogging for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy couple of days at the shop as we are getting ready for our Grand Open Weekend (and before you ask, no - we are not normally open weekends!) We are having 10% off all our stock for 2 days on the 12th and 13th May plus loads of half price bargains as well, we also have a 2 day sale happening in the &lt;A HREF="http://thestampbug.co.uk" TARGET=_blank&gt;Online Shop&lt;/A&gt; to coincide. It should be a busy couple of days - but the prep. is a nightmare!!! I have converted my studio into a demo area and will spend all day both days doing demonstrations of anything and everything I can think of using the crafting products we sell. Folks will be able to then take a place at one of the workstations and make something for themselves - in return they give a donation to our nominated charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to go and about five days worth of work to fill them with!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all the setting up madness a new rep. turned up, unannounced, this afternoon. Now I fully recognise that these people have a job to do - but calling ahead to make an appointment would seem only courteous! After all your visit might not be convenient (which it wasn't!). Nevermind we try to be friendly and welcoming - but this woman was so hyper, manic even and spoke very fast at a decibel level about 10% above comfortable limits for normal indoor conversation. Added to that she seemed completely incapable of taking a hint - Well we're kind of busy right now ... no ... perhaps you could call back ... no ... well it's nice you dropped by but ... but ... er ... fine but ... *oh - just BUGGER OFF will you - my mind was screaming*. "And I plan to drop by to see you every 5 weeks ... ". Oh please God Noooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a Dentist appointment - the perfect end to a perfect day ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a cake from the Bakery to cheer myself up. It is a Parsnip cake with Cream Cheese filling - think carrot cake but 200% more delicious. With a nod to &lt;A HREF="http://josephmallozzi.blogspot.com/" TARGET=_blank&gt;Joe Mallozzi&lt;/A&gt; foodie Blogger extraordinaire - here is a picture of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/random/P5093315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:middle; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/random/P5093315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ... finally ... why will I never be a hand model?? &lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well I thought that I would grow my nails a little and make them pretty for the coming 2 days of demos. Some hope - it never works out *sigh* see I work with my hands, I paint, I draw, I write, I spend untold hours tapping away on the computer keyboard, I do DIY, I sew, I cook ... sometimes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/MyPicture-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my hands work for me and they look like they've had a hard day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never be a hand model ... and you know what? ... That suits me just fine!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-5263660886787843603?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/5263660886787843603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=5263660886787843603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5263660886787843603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/5263660886787843603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-ill-never-be-hand-model.html' title='Why I&apos;ll Never Be A Hand Model ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/me/th_MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-7403877363381293064</id><published>2007-05-07T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:27:18.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Days Off Are Dangerous ...</title><content type='html'>Ooookaaay ... this what happens when you have free time &amp; a sore throat and are consequently hepped up on cold remedies ... I feel no pain --- but I'm sure to hate myself in the morning ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;RAP BACK AT YA DH ...&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo &lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNjHroPSOOc" TARGET=_blank&gt;Slug White Nerd&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hear what you say.&lt;br /&gt;You give us the word&lt;br /&gt;and the freedom to play&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;A HREF="http://www.adogsbreakfastmovie.com/index.php?option=com_joomlaboard&amp;Itemid=26" TARGET=_blank&gt;Forum&lt;/A&gt; you created &lt;br /&gt;to get your &lt;A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796314/" TARGET=_blank&gt;Movie&lt;/A&gt; rated&lt;br /&gt;by all who drop by &lt;br /&gt;to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;A HREF="http://www.adogsbreakfastmovie.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=blogcategory&amp;id=14&amp;Itemid=35" TARGET=_blank&gt;Blog&lt;/A&gt; and we comment&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;A HREF="http://www.myspace.com/dhewlett" TARGET=_blank&gt;MySpace&lt;/A&gt; - we're on it!&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;A HREF="http://www.technorati.com/people/technorati/dGeek/" TARGET=_blank&gt;Technorati&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, we'll join the party!&lt;br /&gt;Visit Mars there on &lt;A HREF="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/512610" TARGET=_blank&gt;Dogster&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else are your fans 'fur'?&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to flames&lt;br /&gt;and accused of playing games,&lt;br /&gt;you write it, &lt;br /&gt;we &lt;A HREF="http://digg.com/movies/Youtube_and_8_website_sells_indie_film_to_MGM" TARGET=_blank&gt;Digg it&lt;/A&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and watch your back&lt;br /&gt;and take the flak&lt;br /&gt;from the misanthropic minds&lt;br /&gt;of the cynics on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;And now there is &lt;A HREF="http://twitter.com/dhewlett" TARGET=_blank&gt;Twitter&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what could be fitter,&lt;br /&gt;for the biggest geek we know,&lt;br /&gt;to keep us posted on the show&lt;br /&gt;by using his cell&lt;br /&gt;to save us from the hell&lt;br /&gt;of not knowin'&lt;br /&gt;what he's doin'&lt;br /&gt;every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;So ... hey ...&lt;br /&gt;we're all on the hook,&lt;br /&gt;an' that's clever in my book,&lt;br /&gt;all waitin' to see&lt;br /&gt;your illusive movie.&lt;br /&gt;So quit messin' about &lt;br /&gt;tell us when it's comin' out?&lt;br /&gt;For Real...&lt;br /&gt;Dude...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;by Amararti&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and may I offer this heartfelt apology to all who thought they knew me ....&lt;br /&gt;;) you know the rest ...&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-7403877363381293064?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/7403877363381293064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=7403877363381293064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7403877363381293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/7403877363381293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/days-off-are-dangerous.html' title='Days Off Are Dangerous ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3555556869969241489</id><published>2007-05-07T02:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:54:38.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao of Rodney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Tao of Rodney ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rj59REbY-TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uGf8NhPV4jw/s1600-h/Tao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rj59REbY-TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uGf8NhPV4jw/s320/Tao1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061620763410889010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;One careless moment ego steers me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My coding is unraveled and re-made.&lt;br /&gt;But early fear of changes fly ere long&lt;br /&gt;and role of super hero now is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now say you I must lay my burden down&lt;br /&gt;and cease to seek to find all answers sought,&lt;br /&gt;use softer words than those for which I'm known,&lt;br /&gt;I must relinquish self, become as naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, and love for me from each good friend,&lt;br /&gt;but wait, as now I float in darkness vast,&lt;br /&gt;and seemingly my journey nears its end,&lt;br /&gt;the light of realisation dawns at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All is not lost, myself I can regain.&lt;br /&gt;   Awake to find that "Yes, I'm me again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Amararti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those of you who love Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (as portrayed by David Hewlett) and this very special episode in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No copyright infringement intended - just showing my appreciation ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3555556869969241489?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3555556869969241489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3555556869969241489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3555556869969241489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3555556869969241489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/tao-of-rodney.html' title='Tao of Rodney ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rj59REbY-TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uGf8NhPV4jw/s72-c/Tao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-2916792414640124530</id><published>2007-05-06T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:35:59.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundraising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auction'/><title type='text'>Auctions, Promises, Fairs and Apologies ...</title><content type='html'>Weekend at last ... well Sunday actually and Monday is a Bank Holiday here in the UK so ... yay! A day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday could have been a difficult day, as it would have been Mum's birthday, but I was so busy that I didn't have time to dwell on it much. I went straight from work to my daughter's school where we were holding an Auction of Promises as a fundraiser for refurbishing and equipping a new ICT suite at the school. So we can raise a whole new generation of little computer geeks - I'm all for it! There were some great promises on offer from 'Chocolate Brownies - once a month for a year' (bought by the Headmaster for the Staff) to 'A Week in an Apartment in Madrid' - and everything imaginable in between. I was in charge of taking credit card payments (as I am deemed the only one nerdy enough to know how the machine works - how right they are). During the evening we raised a staggering £15,000 - which was our target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if there are any UK based readers of my ramblings - you can help out our fundraising efforts (at no cost to yourself) by simply doing your online shopping at several well-known retailers through our &lt;A HREF="http://www.buy.at/Hatheropcastleschool" TARGET="new"&gt; School Shop &lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at the &lt;A HREF="http://www.craftsmansmarket.co.uk/" TARGET="new"&gt;Craftsmans Market&lt;/a&gt; in Cirencester where I go twice a month to advertise myself and try to sell my paintings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/exhibitions/AMWstand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:middle; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/exhibitions/AMWstand1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/exhibitions/AMWstand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:middle; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/exhibitions/AMWstand2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over 25 years this Market has offered local artists and craftsmen a venue to sell their work - the standard is superb. We usually exhibit in the Corn Hall but, for good or ill this building along with the encompassing King's Head Hotel has been sold to developers who are .... er, developing it. At the moment this means that the Corn Hall is out of bounds and we have to exhibit in the stripped out King's Head Hotel - the interior of which resembles a cross between a bulding site and a non too salubrious squat. Oh well - the upside of this story is that I did sell 6 pictures ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally ... those of you who were shocked and appalled not to say outraged and upset by David Hewlett's outrageous bout of 'rapping' will be glad to know that he has realised the error of his ways and has apologised ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV832rfjcas"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV832rfjcas" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does he keep a straight face? Well he is a brilliant actor - that's how -  *smile* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend (what's left of it) ....&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-2916792414640124530?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/2916792414640124530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=2916792414640124530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2916792414640124530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2916792414640124530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/auctions-promises-fairs-and-apologies.html' title='Auctions, Promises, Fairs and Apologies ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/exhibitions/th_AMWstand1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-2736622588764387442</id><published>2007-05-04T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:29:02.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dog&apos;s Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hewlett'/><title type='text'>Stuck in a Dark, Dark, Room ...</title><content type='html'>Oh but it has been a tedious week. Thank goodness today is Friday although admittedly only 1:20 or so in the morning so still quite a bit of tediousness to get through before the weekend. I have been teaching or lecturing all week, one of my several jobs - (one day I really must decide what I want to do when I grow up) - a five day course in Geographic Information Systems (GIS) and Geospatial Analysis. OK for those of you who have dropped off to sleep - WAKE UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is very interesting, and a very cool and sexy piece of software - but then I am a total geek and I also get paid loads to sit and play with said cool software on a computer all day and talk a lot at people who hang off my every word *smile*. So what is the tedious bit you ask - well several things really: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firstly - having to "dress-up" for the job - not me at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondly - the God Awful Bloody Traffic which I have to endure, an hour into town in the rush hour and an hour back in the evening. Normally I only have to drive 15 minutes into the pretty countryside to drop my daughter off at school and then go to the Workshops where my Studio and Jane's Shop are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirdly - the classroom at the office has one wall composed of glass windows (the whole building is made of glass in fact) but it used to get so hot in there with the computer equipment and the sun beating in through the windows that they installed permanent blackout blinds and now the room has no natural light at all. By mid-way through the day I am suffering severe light deprivation. Plus the lighting gives me a headache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth - the coffee comes out of a machine and is vile beyond belief, but I can't help myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note the week was made much, much more bearable by the irrepressible Mr. David Hewlett and his outrageous rapping debut. This is what happens if you leave an actor waiting around a TV set for too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNjHroPSOOc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNjHroPSOOc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talks fast doesn't he? Well if you didn't catch all of it and want to find out what he was on about you can read a transcript here &lt;A HREF="http://shop.annmarch.co.uk/Atlantis/Slug_White_Nerd_Rap.html"&gt;Slug White Nerd Rap&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things he let slip (intentionally? - probably) was that his movie is coming out in the Fall. One can only assume he means the long awaited release of &lt;A HREF="http://www.adogsbreakfastmovie.com"&gt;A Dog's Breakfast&lt;/A&gt; by MGM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/KickinAss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/KickinAss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If so, Hurrah!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed seeing it twice at the private screenings due to family circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is also excited (having seen the &lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmN6u8iYFlI&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eadogsbreakfastmovie%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ephp%3Foption%3Dcom%5Fcontent%26task%3Dview%26id%3D53%26Itemid%3D61"&gt;clips&lt;/a&gt; numerous times) and she it getting into training for a full on encounter with evil Patrick - as you can see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-2736622588764387442?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/2736622588764387442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=2736622588764387442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2736622588764387442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/2736622588764387442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/05/stuck-in-dark-dark-room.html' title='Stuck in a Dark, Dark, Room ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/th_KickinAss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-4413768654818636854</id><published>2007-04-28T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:35:19.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household tips'/><title type='text'>What One Lemon Will Do ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/armed_with_lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/armed_with_lemon.jpg" border="0" alt="Armed with a Lemon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting aspects of clearing out my Mum's house has been the discovery of many old documents, books, letters and the like, which are the accumulated family archive back to the 1600's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting things I came across was a little journal kept by a relative in 1810 in which are many useful (well no doubt they were in 1810) household tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share this one with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What One Lemon Will Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A piece of lemon upon a corn will relieve it in a day or two. It should be renewed each night and morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free use of lemon juice and sugar will always relieve a cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lemon eaten before breakfast every day for a week or two will entirely prevent the feeling of lassitude peculiar to the onset of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juice of half a lemon squeezed into a teacup of strong black coffee without sugar will sometimes relieve a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its most valuable property is its absolute power of detecting any of the injurious and even dangerous ingredients entering into the composition of so many of the cosmetics and face powders in the market. Every lady should subject her toilet powder to the test. Place a teaspoonful of the suspected powder in a glass and add the juice of a lemon. If effervescence takes place, it is in infallible proof that the powder is dangerous, and its use should be avoided, as it will ultimately injure the skin and destroy the beauty of the complexion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words indeed - you have been warned ;) So it's a lemon for me for breakfast from now on - *yum*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and in case you are wondering, that's my daughter with a lemon that we grew ourselves and which ultimately ended up in my gin and tonic - by far the best use for a lemon that I can think of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-4413768654818636854?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/4413768654818636854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=4413768654818636854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4413768654818636854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/4413768654818636854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-one-lemon-will-do.html' title='What One Lemon Will Do ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t165/amararti/skm/th_armed_with_lemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-3010865838414722476</id><published>2007-04-18T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:07:05.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku-a-Thon - The Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>A little while ago (well it was on April 6th to be exact) I thought up a nice little idea to start a thread going on the dgeek forums over on the &lt;A HREF="http://www.adogsbreakfastmovie.com" REL="nofollow"&gt; A Dog's Breakfast Movie &lt;/A&gt;website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitch went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been impressed by this poetic form (Haiku) and&lt;br /&gt;its ability to, with few words, sum up the essence of &lt;br /&gt;a thought, a feeling, a moment or in this case&lt;br /&gt;a Stargate Atlantis episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who don't know the form is three lines&lt;br /&gt;first line 5 syllables, second line 7 syllables, third line 5 syllables&lt;br /&gt;so 5 - 7 - 5 ... ok. An alternate shorter form is 3 - 5 - 3 ... either will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can guess the episode ..... then have a go yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;at the end floating&lt;br /&gt;in darkness inspiration&lt;br /&gt;re-awakens self&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thread bumbled along as threads do, gathering a little momentum and more Haiku along the way. So I started to record the offerings in a list, thinking, oh ... this will make interesting reading if we ever complete the 60 verses necessary to cover the first three seasons of Atlantis sometime next Christmas .... Then .... three days ago the thing suddenly &lt;b&gt;took off&lt;/b&gt; big time .... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So followed 200 or so posts, three nights with almost no sleep (as my main playmates were situated on the other side of the Atlantic) ... and most importantly &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; 60 Haiku - and then some!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main impetus for this? Well ... although I had thought it but not said anything, someone eventually did suggest that the completed Haiku project would make a nice birthday gift for one &lt;A HREF="http://imdb.com/name/nm0382110/" REL="nofollow"&gt;Mr. David Hewlett&lt;/A&gt;, Writer and Director of and Actor in &lt;b&gt;A Dog's Breakfast&lt;/b&gt; and also (of course) the man behind the outrageously snarky (but exceedingly loveable) Dr. Rodney Meredith McKay in &lt;A HREF="http://imdb.com/title/tt0374455/" REL="nofollow"&gt; Stargate Atlantis&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, many thanks to Pixel, dpainter, ankhmutes, Icarus, Shawna, Becky S, Netty, and Scifi_lemon who share authorship of what follows with myself, Amararti. The Haiku have no titles but appear in season and episode order (be warned though - some episodes have more than one Haiku). There may be SPOILERS towards the end for those of you who have yet to see the back half of Season 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to play guess the episode then you might prefer to take a look a the &lt;A HREF="http://www.shop.annmarch.co.uk/Atlantis/SGA_Haiku.pdf" REL="nofollow"&gt; PDF version&lt;/A&gt; first - it is also prettier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have it: &lt;b&gt;Atlantis from Rising to Flying - the story so far ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the challenge offered&lt;br /&gt;to fly through unexplored skies&lt;br /&gt;cannot be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salvation this time&lt;br /&gt;surface of empty ocean&lt;br /&gt;breached by gleaming spires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something harmless, small,&lt;br /&gt;to fuel a man's obsession...&lt;br /&gt;and a new courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to thread the needle&lt;br /&gt;should have been routine now lives&lt;br /&gt;hang in the balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our new friends are close &lt;br /&gt;new enemies seem closer&lt;br /&gt;should we link the two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird falls from the sky&lt;br /&gt;treasure tempts to lead astray&lt;br /&gt;never felt so old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;folly of the people&lt;br /&gt;weapon hidden inside them&lt;br /&gt;their decision made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all that they seem&lt;br /&gt;facade covers so much more&lt;br /&gt;hid 'neath secret doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misty illusions&lt;br /&gt;false reunions, where are we?&lt;br /&gt;live to try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil incarnate here&lt;br /&gt;with elemental force&lt;br /&gt;threatens our city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a calm in the storm&lt;br /&gt;slaughter fear uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;city in peril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot have her&lt;br /&gt;not while I draw breath nor shall&lt;br /&gt;engulfing ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;my life restrains his desire&lt;br /&gt;my death is my gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a frightening death&lt;br /&gt;slow, but sudden, right on time&lt;br /&gt;cured for some too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another eden&lt;br /&gt;desire for companionship&lt;br /&gt;leaves vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect lady&lt;br /&gt;mysterious, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;much more than she seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty wakes&lt;br /&gt;deja vu heroism &lt;br /&gt;doom but all safe now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust misplaced&lt;br /&gt;our dream of power&lt;br /&gt;snatched away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved ones far away&lt;br /&gt;cannot know all we saw and&lt;br /&gt;did before we died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fears, suspicions reign&lt;br /&gt;nightmares frighten, stir self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the first nor last&lt;br /&gt;tragic noble sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;made to buy us time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;but someone has to do it&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I had lost him&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, death comes way to close&lt;br /&gt;for now, luck wins out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a killer lurking&lt;br /&gt;one to fight with brains not brawn&lt;br /&gt;a page from Sheppard's book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was lost but now found&lt;br /&gt;stronger, faster, but yet less&lt;br /&gt;now one lost again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a solo player&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts are no counterpoint&lt;br /&gt;inharmonious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trapped on an island&lt;br /&gt;cruel and unusual&lt;br /&gt;now the great escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;at the altar of ego&lt;br /&gt;not infallible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable child&lt;br /&gt;but do not be deceived for  &lt;br /&gt;her bite is deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never felt like this&lt;br /&gt;remarkable, yet scary&lt;br /&gt;like a bad, bad dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a call from my home&lt;br /&gt;moving through the dark after&lt;br /&gt;centuries asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan bids us&lt;br /&gt;battle pirates in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and we must follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timidity lost&lt;br /&gt;raw power surges through me&lt;br /&gt;enemies vanquished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternal &lt;br /&gt;lost in a bubble&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he thinks I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna get it from me!&lt;br /&gt;damn Canadian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warning from home&lt;br /&gt;explosive situation&lt;br /&gt;force crossing a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost, alone, afraid&lt;br /&gt;wisdom comes to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noble lords rule serfs&lt;br /&gt;misery for those who toil&lt;br /&gt;rebellion comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rescue just in time&lt;br /&gt;grant true lovers a farewell&lt;br /&gt;headed for divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a treasure offered&lt;br /&gt;a team missing or slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;a power toppled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double helix morphs&lt;br /&gt;evil stripped away it seems&lt;br /&gt;too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group of people&lt;br /&gt;trapped at the end of a world&lt;br /&gt;best way out is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we believe them?&lt;br /&gt;new friends with everything we need&lt;br /&gt;wolf in sheep's clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season 3&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;may be spoilers&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in desperate straits&lt;br /&gt;cocoons hatch and migrate back&lt;br /&gt;must follow the plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd think I would learn&lt;br /&gt;meddling with people this way--&lt;br /&gt;people I should save...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the world a new&lt;br /&gt;should have listened from the start&lt;br /&gt;so don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the home I  once loved&lt;br /&gt;ghosts memories violence&lt;br /&gt;time to finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corrupted offspring&lt;br /&gt;of an ancient race - cold fire&lt;br /&gt;of hatred fuels them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;life is a waking nightmare&lt;br /&gt;yearning for return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought&lt;br /&gt;to be saved by such a one.&lt;br /&gt;Neither had my friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can he not know?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't freedom, it's fear.&lt;br /&gt;not me, not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister sees double&lt;br /&gt;one of these is not quite right&lt;br /&gt;but it's a nice change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we fight it&lt;br /&gt;what we fear the most turns one&lt;br /&gt;against the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave to&lt;br /&gt;realize that I belong&lt;br /&gt;this is my true home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are in our minds&lt;br /&gt;so plant a seed - a falsehood&lt;br /&gt;to deceive them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Dolittle&lt;br /&gt;questions rise in nightmares&lt;br /&gt;helios the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;one conniving, one evil&lt;br /&gt;get what they deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end floating&lt;br /&gt;in darkness inspiration&lt;br /&gt;re-awakens self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with their lives&lt;br /&gt;McKay and Sheppard face off&lt;br /&gt;it's SIMS Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actions have impact&lt;br /&gt;make amends and discover&lt;br /&gt;you are not a god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survival of sorts&lt;br /&gt;hollow victory for one&lt;br /&gt;now shepherd them home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, choices, the results&lt;br /&gt;but why? why this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realization dawns&lt;br /&gt;friendship lost forever, I&lt;br /&gt;face the day alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;literally, not unlike&lt;br /&gt;a watery grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's below...&lt;br /&gt;so who's running the city?&lt;br /&gt;Heightmeyer and Lorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends go missing&lt;br /&gt;through mazes to new terror&lt;br /&gt;danger still to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offense from afar&lt;br /&gt;poking a sleeping dragon&lt;br /&gt;our enemy's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;i&gt;the story ... as they say ... continues .............&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-3010865838414722476?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/3010865838414722476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=3010865838414722476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3010865838414722476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/3010865838414722476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/04/haiku-thon-birthday-surprise.html' title='Haiku-a-Thon - The Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-480020109720189151.post-8821422188554768333</id><published>2007-03-29T03:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T03:31:25.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Nearly 4am in the Morning ...</title><content type='html'>... see, now didn't I warn you that I stay up late ... or maybe early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I know is that the birds have started singing ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we are so close to the damn airport here that I'm not sure how they tell night from day - blast that light pollution - give me back my sky so I can see the stars and dream of the infinite possibilities that other worlds might hold... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This may seem like a strange time to embark upon my BlogLife but ... hey ... it can only get better. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should explain ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am currently in the North of England staying in my mother's house because, sadly, she passed away last week and my sister and I are organising the funeral and sorting out the myriad other issues that arise upon a persons death. After a two year fight against cancer, throughout which she retained her positive attitude and sense of humour, the end when it came was mercifully quick and painless. Sitting at her bedside and watching her slip away was the hardest thing I have ever done. A few hours previously she had been recalling little incidents in her life, people she remembered, things we had said or done ... but she was tired, so tired of the fight ... and then she was gone. We seemed to have said and shared so much and yet there was so much more that I wanted to say to her ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rg2snQtM1gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zdzCJgq_dY/s1600-h/s_4boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rg2snQtM1gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zdzCJgq_dY/s320/s_4boats.jpg" border="2" alt="Four Boats by Ann March" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047880547851621890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all of you out there who have lost loved ones ... may you find peace, and eventually happiness once again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; And to all those of you who have not experienced such a loss ... draw your loved ones close and cherish them and your time together because life is short.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Safe Harbour)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the sombre tone but hey - &lt;i&gt;biographical log&lt;/i&gt; - and as I said ... things can only get better ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/480020109720189151-8821422188554768333?l=amararti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/feeds/8821422188554768333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=480020109720189151&amp;postID=8821422188554768333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/8821422188554768333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/480020109720189151/posts/default/8821422188554768333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/03/nearly-4am-in-morning.html' title='Nearly 4am in the Morning ...'/><author><name>amararti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09523972549400328318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_973briZPREU/SJV_XITRIqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hb8oIOzdWNI/S220/059+Egypt,+Ann+on+boat+on+River+Nile+between+Edfu+%26+Esna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_973briZPREU/Rg2snQtM1gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zdzCJgq_dY/s72-c/s_4boats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
