You can get someone else to do the hard graft, but you will not have learned anything about structure.
My play would have the old man surrounded by unharvested pumpkins at various stages of maturity, some enormous.
I have just realised that I had never blogged this particular poster that I made a while ago, although it did appear on other social media. Imagine I do it in Wellington boots. I will sort out the lack of space after what should be an en-dash soon. ©2019 Allison Wright
Today was mainly about patterns. As I sought to find a cheery photo for today's blog, I came across one of a stained glass window near the tourist exit of the Mezquita-Catedral de Córdoba. Its strict geometric pattern had me thinking of the Rosicrucians, and the belief held by them that certain geometric shapes are... Continue Reading →
This is my response to the idea that we should affix pre-designed icons to the type of work we produce. There is a choice of three: 100% human translation, 100% iffy (also known as MT or machine translation, in its various permutations), or so-called hybrid translation. If you can find the link yourself, you can... Continue Reading →
What occurs next is a slight timetable train smash. But that's okay, because you have handled such convergences before.
Next year, I will know that destemming all the grapes before drying them is absolutely essential. It avoids having to do what becomes a very picky job when the fruit has already dried. It also avoids eating most of the produce. As it is, I remove a stalk, and pop the raisin in my mouth. ... Continue Reading →
Birdsong sounds my joy at this special moment when the day turns, for I have not yet uttered a sound in my solitude
Today's walk was fun. Carob harvest is in full swing, although many trees are not being harvested, as they once were, and much of the chatter amongst the three neighbours also walking today was about the stories so far this season. Carobs are not the only things ripening (strangely this year, with lingering green (but... Continue Reading →