but a visage lovelier
for weathered sculpture
freshness – shadows and depth
beguile and confuse
but a visage lovelier
for weathered sculpture
freshness – shadows and depth
beguile and confuse
In 1967 I worked part-time as a Special Effects helper on a TV game show at the Beeb – the BBC, or British Broadcasting Corporation – where I saw crosswords and heard cross words. Continue reading
Browsing through the March pages in my 1986 diary, I found a tasty entry. I had just finished a horrible job at Bandar-e-Taheri, on the Persian Gulf, in Iran. I was there to supervise drilling exploration for a proposed oil terminal. The job was horrible for several reasons, none of them due to being in Iran, or working with Iranians. Rather, it was a lot to do with working with some unlikeable ex-pats. And the food was dreadful. And I was sick (as was almost everybody in the construction camp, including the doctor) due to some mix-up between sewage water and drinking water… Continue reading
blue me, wandering beside blue canal –
I laugh at a hawsered laundry of
bicycles:
bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums
yet these two, almost kissing
a chaste synapse separating blue and
red:
red lights, not chaste, yet separated from me
by the synapse of canal and too little money
so: blue me
Amsterdam images, compressed into poesy, from vagabond visits in 1985 and 1986
“4-6-2!”.”4-4-4!” “Little sod! Bugger off!”. These expressions still chuff in my ears 50 or so years after I first heard them, as a trainspotter. Continue reading
Wallace, in the Silver Valley, in the Coeur d’Alene district of the Idaho Panhandle used to be a very special place for me. Come to think of it, anywhere that blends heart and panhandle and silver should be special and certainly, Wallace has a special place in mon cœur. Continue reading
in winter’s wet lee
beauty piques as maiden’s glee:
– surprise! birthday cake
On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost in the complex displays. But I found joy in the elegant and simple arrangements. And: I was delighted – indeed, piqued – by charmingly picaresque elements peeking here and there. So, I took a few snapshots…
This post title includes the Fortran Boolean logical operation .NE. , computer programming parlance that I used to be more familiar with than I am now. It means ” Engineering Geologists Not Equal to Geological Engineers.
The title and this piece are prompted by an interesting recent thread at the discussion page of the Engineering Geologists LinkedIn Group “Raise the Profiles of EGs” (You will have to be both interested enough to read the thread, and also a LinkedIn subscriber to learn the background to this post). Read on if your interest is .EQ. enough: