Excited!

Exciting things have been a foot lately in the world of me! First thing, my pen pal, TC,  sent me a letter. This is actually quite a regular thing. It’s still exciting when I get the letter and can read all the goings on in her life!

TC’s letter!

Next, I signed up with the Orphaned Postcard Project. I picked 5 (greedy I know!) postcards I knew I could write a little something about. And my postcards came! I can’t wait to write on them and send them back! Here they are:

The Astronomical Clock in Prague’s Old Town Square. This was taken in 1922.

 

Prague’s Old Town Square. The Tower is where you’ll find the Astronomical Clock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apollo’s Temple in Pompeii.

Babelsburg Palace and Park in Potsdam, Germany.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s Wally. For a bit of fun!

Finally, I am in love with Answer Me This. It’s a podcast by Helen, Olly and Martin. Basically listeners send in questions, either advice or information based, and Helen, Olly and Martin will attempt to answer them for you. I recently sent them an email with further information pertaining to an older podcast about “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter”. And they put my email on their website! Stoked!

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mums out there! Whether you’re mums to children, adults, pets or plants or are just genuinely maternal, have a great day! You bloody deserve it!

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All around me there are books.

I’d like to take a moment on this Saturday afternoon to talk to you about books. That’s right bound paper that sits on shelves. Not one in particular, but as a whole.

I’m afraid people. Very afraid. We are heading down an information super-highway and left on the side of the road, the roadkill if you like, are my beloved (and yours, I hope) friends.

With change comes a lot of fear and uncertainty and in a world filled with Kindles and iPads I have tried to embrace the change. But I still dream of a library, all of my own.

I still open my paper dictionary. Still hand it over to students. Still thumb the thesaurus when I’m looking for the right word.

I love the smell of books. Old and new. A kindle doesn’t smell, at least I don’t think it does, I’d feel rude asking someone if I could smell their kindle. But looking at someone’s book it is almost guaranteed I’ll smell it.

And what about when you read your favourite bit so often you end up with little thumb prints on the page. Or the tea stain from when you laughed so hard you snorted. You don’t get those things with an iPad, they wipe clean.

I love marginalia. I like to read the last chapter before the first. I love book plates and stamps and dog-earring my favourite pages. None of which you can do with an iPad.

I love second hand books, because what if someone famous owned it first? Secondhand gigabytes doesn’t really have the same ring.

I fall asleep and often wake up with a faceful of book, but I suspect an iPad will jolt you awake instantly and leave you with a bruise.

I love bookmarks with my name on them, which are useless on a kindle.

I understand the appeal of the digital version. Lightweight, compact, easy to hold. But if I swung my handbag at an attacker with a kindle in it they’d just laugh. Swing your bag with Crime and Punishment or Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows inside and…? Concussed, likely, unconscious, hopefully, escape, certainly.

I love books. As you can see. Let’s preserve what might end up the way of the record. Please. I don’t want to explain what a book is to my children someday.

Click images for their sources. (It’s well worth it!)

Judy-May out!

Oriental Hat Murder, or some such…

I logged onto FB and asked my friends if there were any pressing questions they’d like answered. My friend DC asked:

“Can a man mistake his wife for a hat?”

I wish I had a witty answer for that question but alas I do not, so I answer him with this:

“A man can be happy with (or mistake for a hat) any woman, as long as he does not love her.”

Oscar Wilde

I find that if you have no answer for something, Oscar will have. And he was much smarter than I.

You can find the correct answer to this here.

As you can see I’ll be able to squeeze a little bit of Saturday Lit.

I’m a big fan of writing, one day I hope to complete a novel. But I feel that to be truly good at something you need to study the classics, the greats and your own contemporaries. This is why I love Salvador Dali’s art so much. He studied the great painters before he gave elephants long stick like legs and melted clocks.

I have been continuing my education.

There is a reason Agatha Christie is the Queen of Crime. I picked up Poirot in Murder on the Orient Express. A positively enjoyable experience. Agatha manages to trick you into believing that you know exactly who the culprit is before revealing her hand and you see she has bluffed you all along.

Not only has she a good understanding of the range of cultures in Europe, although it can lead slightly towards the stereotypical, her knowledge of geography is erudite.

Agatha has a way of describing her characters so intimately, that you feel as though you are journeying with them. The revelations of each character after the shocking murder appear to be true to their nature and I was at a loss as to who to suspect. You are lead, much like Poirot leading his friend M. Bouc, down a path of confusion and eventually revelation, that I was not clever enough to predict.

I encourage you all to go out tomorrow, or Monday and find a classic to read. They outlive their generations for a reason!

Judy-May out!