Category: Thinkings and poems

Where’s the electricity going to come from?

Mirror mirror on the wall

Boris Johnson had a fall

Soon he’ll be a millionaire.

Life in Britain is unfair.

We can’t afford to see at night

The nuclear bomb will give us light

Mr Putin’s very kind

I only wish he had a mind

What he reflects on needs deep thought

Or he won’t know just what he’s caught

The deep sea diver find a wreck

Get inspectors out to check

If we have a lot of strikes

We can’t visit their websites

We can’t use our laptops fine

Somebody has to draw the line

Only as a last resort

Get the leaders out to talk.

No that Gorbachev f has died

Sense and reason are defied

The hanky

May I borrow your hanky ?

Why?

I want to blow my nose..

Try hitting it instead

Can’t I blow my own trumpet?

I don’t know I  02never seen you before I don’t even know if you have got a trumpet.

It’s a figure of speech.

Oh I thought it was a wind instrument.

They are not mutually exclusive you knowA

Mutually exclusive. That sounds like love or friendship

But surely you can love a friend. and you could befriend your lover.

It depends on what you mean by love

Yes I understand perfectly

No I’m not.

I would rather be normal

Have you been asked buy a stranger if they can borrow one of your possessions like spectacles?

Could I borrow your Tampax

I’ve only got the one inside of me

That’s alright as long as it’s not full.

I can’t see it.

Oh dear I didn’t realise you were blind.

It’s raining very hard can I borrow your Mac?

What’s rain got to do this computers?l

Have you got Windows 11?

Qq I misheard you I thought you said Widows 11.

You know perfectly well I don’t play football

May I borrow your hearing aid ?

Pardon?

Sorry I thought you were my father. May I borrow your spectacles

Why!

So I can see who you are

May I borrow your spectacles?

A few years ago I was in Argos

I was looking at one of the catalogues when a woman who was also looking at the catalogues nearby came over to me me.and said

Let me borrow your glasses.

I had just got some new ones and they were expensive

So I said why do you want them?

She said I want them to read this catalogue

I said there are varifocal lenses and not reading glasses. And in any case the scripture would not be right for you

She got quite angry And was saying give them to me give them to me

I decided to leave.

When I told one of my friends they said, she was probably going to steal them.

May I borrow your mind?

You’ve got to know your own first

Do you want to keep this television?

Just until it goes off.

Shall I put it in the fridge?

You should get your eyes tested

Shall I get them vaccination? a

Have you got a sleeping tablet?

No I always turn them off

Sara Paretsky interview: ‘I start each VI Warshawski book convinced I can’t do it’

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/aug/07/sara-paretsky-interview-i-start-each-vi-warshawski-book-convinced-i-cant-do-it?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

This is a very interesting interview

The sort of person who

He is the sort of person who

Helps blind people across the road even if they don’t want to. go

Who always crosses the road on a zebra crossing even if he has to paint it himself first.

Goes to confession every year even if she has not committed a sin

Never gets angry even if I phone her at 3 am I’ve got a cold

Always takes the neighbours dogs for a walk even if they have none

Always feeds the neighbours cats even when they would prefer mice.

Always asks his dates if they would like to go to bed with him just in case they are too shy to mention it

Sleeps in the dog’s kennel if the dog wants to sleep on her bed

Has had cat flaps put in the front door and the back door so the cat doesn’t have to walk round the side of the house

Writing poetry

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2007/may/12/weekend.guybrowning

Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, but it makes it a lot easier to remember: everyone can tell you what comes after “Tyger! Tyger! burning bright …” If you can rhyme, people will also forgive you for not making sense; after all what is a “forest of the night”? Never start a poem with a line ending in a word that doesn’t rhyme. You may have enjoyed your holiday immensely, but don’t start the subsequent poem with the line, “Across the sky skimmed the wide-bodied Airbus”. You’re then limited to dodgy spelling – “packing your hairbrus” – or 

Anxiety in Grief – Whats your Grief

https://whatsyourgrief.com/anxiety-in-grief/

Many mistakenly think that if they make efforts to avoid their feelings for long enough these unpleasant emotions will be kept at bay or fade away, when in actuality deliberate attempts to suppress certain thoughts often make them more likely to surface. Avoidance is a large factor in the development and maintenance of anxiety.

…it’s a learned

Albert Bandura, Leading Psychologist of Aggression, Dies at 95 – The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/29/science/albert-bandura-dead.html

Bandura was drawn into the public debate and testified before congressional committees and the National Commission on the Causes and Prevention of Violence, a task force created after the assassination of Senator Robert F. Kennedy in 1968.

His research did not sit well with the broadcast industry. His findings were criticized in articles commissioned by the networks, and the Television Information Office, part of the National Association of Broadcasters, sent its sponsor stations elaborate rebuttals to his findings. After Dr. Bandura and several other social scientists were excluded from a committee that the surgeon general had asked to evaluate the effects of television violence, Dr. Bandura later wrote, he discovered that broadcast networks had been allowed to veto the nominations of committee members.

“I began to feel a kinship with the battered Bobo doll,” he wrote.

In the end, his work won out, his findings becoming even more relevant in a world where social media and a 24-hour-a-day news cycle have afforded violence models far greater reach.

The Bobo doll experiment became a staple of psychology classes around the world. People mailed Bobo dolls to Dr. Bandura requesting autographs and knocked on his office door in Stanford’s Jordan Hall, hoping to have their photograph taken with the famous psychologist.

In an interview for this obituary in 2018, Dr. Bandura said he had once received an email from some high school students.

“Professor Bandura,” they wrote, “we’re having a huge fight in our class and you’re the only one who can answer it: Professor Bandura, are you still living?”

He wrote the students back: “This email is being sent from the other side. We have email there, but not Facebook.”

Albert Bandura was born on Dec. 4, 1925, in the prairie town of Mundare, about 50 miles east of Edmonton, Alberta. His parents, like most of the settlement’s 400 residents, were immigrants from Eastern Europe, his father from Krakow, Poland, his mother from Ukraine. His father, Joseph Bandura, laid track for the trans-Canada railway and turned a heavily wooded homestead into a working farm. His mother, Justyna (Berezanski) Bandura, ran a delivery service, transporting goods from the railway station to the store.

In the summers, Dr. Bandura helped his father on the farm or worked in other manual labor jobs. When he

God didn’t make the little green apples – Google Search

https://www.google.com/search?q=god+didn%27t+make+the+little+green+apples&client=ms-android-motorola-rvo3&prmd=snvi&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjqqsnvq_b5AhUSXsAKHTf5B2YQ_AUoA3oECAIQAw&biw=346&bih=656&dpr=3.13#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:b1ded124,vid:4IH2s0OYY3E,st:0

Everyone Fails. Here’s How to Pick Yourself Back Up. – Guides – The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/guides/working-womans-handbook/how-to-overcome-failure

it turns out, learning to fail is a skill like any other. Which means it takes practice. Here’s how you can approach a setback so that — to paraphrase Cardi B — when you’re knocked down nine times, you can get up 10.

The Working Woman’s HandbookThe workplace still isn’t equal. Here’s how to dodge landmines, fight bias and not burn

A wild,stark awe

At the edges of the  failing year,
Since October when the clocks were changed
The furrows, fields freeze with a wild, stark awe.

Trudging landscapes keen and winter-bare
The lines and lengths artistically arranged
By  my eye, this cold day of this year

A single bird flies high with dark winged flair
Insects disappear in sullen rage
The furrows fang the fields with snake-like airs.

Where’s the goat untroubled by a care?
Where’s the lamb they wish to be destroyed,
Unknowing of its future, as Jews were?

See the dead men rising up afar
The eye creates the image and the stage
The furrows stagger, stutter, “here’s the  war”

On such themes, imaginations crash
Aching for God’s chosen unto death
Will there be another farmers’ year?
Why do furrows feel like wailing stars?