Had to go out and buy what must be our seventh computer yesterday. We only bought the one before that a couple of weeks before Christmas!? And my Blackberry is slowly packing up. I might go looking at old blog articles to see if ive offended God in some way because im certain He wants to see Dai Jakes offline for good. Is He a big dog lover? Does He love vegetarians? What reason could there be in trying to sabotage every darned computer we get? Mr Jakes demands an answer!
If this carries on we'll have to be as rich as Croesus to keep up.
Or maybe there is a restless spirit about? A lost soul who sees computers as a modern pox on society and has taken it upon itself to rid the world of computers one at a time starting with Mr Jakes.
Whatever, this is the last one. This one dies and the blogging will continue off line like when we started in 1980.
Way back when I was in school I used to carry a notebook everywhere I went to record daily thoughts and observations. So you see, ive been blogging since before it was popular and where better to carry it onward than to give it a digital page of its own? Welcome to the pages of bar fly Hollywood Francis...
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Thursday, 23 February 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
People Are Not Strange
Sorry Mr Morrison formerly of rock band The Doors but your song 'People Are Strange' no longer applies because they are not. Not any more. No, after spending the last thirteen years on teh interwebz and reading thousands of comments and posts on websites, I can conclude than people have moved on from being strange and gone to being selfish instead. I guess its easier.
And not content with mere selfishness, we seem to have embraced greed, cruelty, indifference, envy and a whole host of other not so attractive traits. There was a perfect example of this in yesterdays news when it was reported that four US Marines have been pictured urinating on the dead bodies of Taliban fighters. No doubt hundreds of people found this horrible act hilarious (idiots) but its not how supposedly honourable soldiers should behave. And if this photo is not some fake, these yobs ought to be chucked out of the military without delay. Shameful behaviour, no matter who your enemy is.
Hope...
There was another story however that did give me hope that the waves of calamity are not licking our heels...yet. Happy that it came from my beloved Wales too! Tragically a 77 year old lady in Newport died after the surgeon accidentaly tore her liver but the family accepted it was an error and have left it at that. If only the rest of us were as graceful and forgiving. Lesson to us all here and while money might be the lead in many souls, it hasn't smothered all of us.
How I wish I was as forgiving as this family! How not so distracted by the wink of money I was! The majority of us would head straight to our lawyers and sue so its encouraging to know we are not all like this. Proves somehow that humanity isn't doomed to a bitter and selfish grave. I constantly feel suffocated; surrounded by crabs and flocks of beastly shells with giant pinching claws and dead eyes. Stripped of emotion, only out for their own skins, hoarding their sugar baskets like rats in a stable. If I was the type who got depressed I probably would be.
However I can learn from these good people. You see by nature I am an utterly unforgiving man. Once crossed or slighted I am a horrible enenmy to have because I have no compassion (toward enemies) and very little in the way of conscience. But by reading good stories I can change and shape myself into a better human being. We all can if we learn by the good deeds of others. Being out for your own will serve nothing useful in the end.
And not content with mere selfishness, we seem to have embraced greed, cruelty, indifference, envy and a whole host of other not so attractive traits. There was a perfect example of this in yesterdays news when it was reported that four US Marines have been pictured urinating on the dead bodies of Taliban fighters. No doubt hundreds of people found this horrible act hilarious (idiots) but its not how supposedly honourable soldiers should behave. And if this photo is not some fake, these yobs ought to be chucked out of the military without delay. Shameful behaviour, no matter who your enemy is.
Hope...
There was another story however that did give me hope that the waves of calamity are not licking our heels...yet. Happy that it came from my beloved Wales too! Tragically a 77 year old lady in Newport died after the surgeon accidentaly tore her liver but the family accepted it was an error and have left it at that. If only the rest of us were as graceful and forgiving. Lesson to us all here and while money might be the lead in many souls, it hasn't smothered all of us.
How I wish I was as forgiving as this family! How not so distracted by the wink of money I was! The majority of us would head straight to our lawyers and sue so its encouraging to know we are not all like this. Proves somehow that humanity isn't doomed to a bitter and selfish grave. I constantly feel suffocated; surrounded by crabs and flocks of beastly shells with giant pinching claws and dead eyes. Stripped of emotion, only out for their own skins, hoarding their sugar baskets like rats in a stable. If I was the type who got depressed I probably would be.
However I can learn from these good people. You see by nature I am an utterly unforgiving man. Once crossed or slighted I am a horrible enenmy to have because I have no compassion (toward enemies) and very little in the way of conscience. But by reading good stories I can change and shape myself into a better human being. We all can if we learn by the good deeds of others. Being out for your own will serve nothing useful in the end.
Monday, 27 June 2011
In Comaville to Dream of Plant Razors
Recently I ave been suffering from a bout of crazy dreams. To be fair 'crazy' isn't the right word, these dreams are more eerie with a touch of the disturbed. They are not nightmares, there is nothing horrifying in them in the typical sense of horror. No demons or grisly deaths. No hell beasts intent on tearing my throat out. No being tortured by one footed goblins with diamond crucifixes for eyes. The terror is more subtle than any of those. But its there.
I could use many words to describe the 'atmosphere' in these dreams but none would be as good as the photo below. This was a photograph I myself took in Cenarth Falls here in Wales, with the negative effect on. Usually it is a beautiful part of the country but with this effect, Cenarth took on a completely different look. The mill house looks so sinister, so deserted. Indeed to me the scene below looks like it is waiting for something terrible to occur. Something from the devil's chapter of tales, and this is how my dreams feel.
Photo courtesy of 'Eyes Beneath the Skin'.
Outright there is nothing to fear from them. (At least at the start). I find myself slipping off into a pleasant world beneath the cider and whisky clouds, a land that is definately Wales but nowhere I could say for certain. Some scenes mimick the beaches of Burry Port and Pembrey where I grew up, while others, the mountains and rugged coastlines could be anywhere in the country, from Portmeirion in the North right down to Angle in Pembrokeshire.
No monsters inhabit these lands. In fact once my feet touch down on the feathery, silk grass, away from the alcoholic buzz, I am often met by much missed family members such as my mother, who have crossed from the mortal sleep into the realm of spirits.
I could use many words to describe the 'atmosphere' in these dreams but none would be as good as the photo below. This was a photograph I myself took in Cenarth Falls here in Wales, with the negative effect on. Usually it is a beautiful part of the country but with this effect, Cenarth took on a completely different look. The mill house looks so sinister, so deserted. Indeed to me the scene below looks like it is waiting for something terrible to occur. Something from the devil's chapter of tales, and this is how my dreams feel.
Photo courtesy of 'Eyes Beneath the Skin'.
Outright there is nothing to fear from them. (At least at the start). I find myself slipping off into a pleasant world beneath the cider and whisky clouds, a land that is definately Wales but nowhere I could say for certain. Some scenes mimick the beaches of Burry Port and Pembrey where I grew up, while others, the mountains and rugged coastlines could be anywhere in the country, from Portmeirion in the North right down to Angle in Pembrokeshire.
No monsters inhabit these lands. In fact once my feet touch down on the feathery, silk grass, away from the alcoholic buzz, I am often met by much missed family members such as my mother, who have crossed from the mortal sleep into the realm of spirits.
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