On My Way (For the Record)

Just for the record, in case it doesn’t survive on MyT.

“After several days of deliberation, that’s it for me.  Any decent blogs, threads and comments have been deleted or buried yet again tonight (and this morning and yesterday and the day before) beneath a tidal wave of spam, trolls and egos crayonning away in the corner.

I’m off, not that anyone left here will probably care or notice.  This is not a flounce and I”ll still look in occasionally, but I’m only returning when the Mods and/or the authors of this site get a grip.  In the meantime and beyond I’ll be on Bearsy’s blog.”

OZ

First Try (Copy & Paste)

This video shows the winner of “Ukraine’s Got Talent”,  Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears and she won the top prize of about £75,000.

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear and the happy scene is obliterated.

It is replaced by a woman’s face crying, but then a baby arrives and the woman smiles again. Once again war returns and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman’s face appears.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.

This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population being killed with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million..

Little Things

Do you have those little things? The little things that you love and take whereever you go? I have a couple, and my favourite is my “tespih”. I think the word originated from Persian.  It’s the “praying chain” (?) , might not be the exact word in English.

It was not in use in the early stages of Islam.  I guess it started as a Persian/Turkish Sofi practice. The common one has 99 pcs in three parts. 33×3=99.

But the one in Turkish tradition as you see the pic in my hand, has 33 pcs and is not for praying. 🙂 It’s for playing. More like that stress balls.

The 33 pcs one has another meaning too. At the start of the 20th century, in Istanbul, it was used by “Külhanbeyi”s. It’s hard to define. A bully in a sense but with a code. They used to use large 33 pcs tespihs made of amber.

So in most of the cases (not mine 🙂 ) the 33 pcs tespih is considered a macho accesory.

My Tespih
Tespih

Mine is made of a speacial black mine which found at the east of Turkey with silver carvings on it. The tassel is also silver.

Adrift in Cyberland: a bloggette

Hello, all.

Oh how the MyT has fallen.

I expect that’s been used already.

I hope you all are well.  I am experiencing MyT DTs this morning and happy to have this outlet frequented by MyT graduates to look in and comment on.  Thank you for that word of welcome yesterday,  Bearsy.  Lurking feels somehow sneaky to me in this venue, thus this post.   What a shock to find my account closed and so many efforts at poems and memoirs wiped.  Gone.  O woe.  That OldTom was deleted too should cinch the notion that these latest deletions have nothing to do with content of posts, I would think.  Otherwise I would be searching for reasons why I should have been X-ed!

Oh well.   Tired news to many of you, I’m sure.  If anyone is commenting at MyT today, a suggestion that people should document any blogs they don’t want to lose would probably be a community service  – transfer blogs to computer files!

I am unable to find the right word for this limerick – if anyone would like to choose a two-syllable noun for the blank space, have at it…

O how the MyT has fallen
Just a spammer’s playground now, my dahlin’.
To whomever’s in charge:
May your ________ grow large;
Your garden be but  ragweed pollen.

Love,

Marinaid.

All in a good cause

February is the new January in my blog book. Time to set my resolutions. Somehow January 1st is still too close to all that over-indulgence. Still Christmas cake left over and chocolate uneaten. Anyway I needed all of January to psych myself up for the ‘main plan’.

And the plan? Well later this year I will turn fifty. And I don’t want to be a flabby fifty. I want to be a fit fifty. I basically need to start getting fit again after a year of being pretty scared to exercise following back problems. I want to flatten the belly, re-tone the arms etc. Hand-in hand with this I plan to reduce my alcohol consumption. (That maybe the hardest bit. Not that the consumption is huge, I’ll have you know, but more than the recommended amount for a woman is easy to exceed.) Anyway the ‘Alcohol Free February’ has already folded: now reduced to ‘Alcohol Free Weekdays’ – and Friday is counted into the weekend.

So in order to get fitter I decided to start going to the gym and register again for the ‘Swimathon’ raising funds again for the Marie Curie Nursing Service.  Two years ago I did the 200 length challenge (5km) but decided this year to do 100 lengths (2.5km) and have until mid-April to train. Tonight was the first swim and I did 40 lengths, but un-timed and not continuous. I am going to keep track of training on here and wonder if I can get anyone to join me. Anyone interested? ‘Swimathon’ is a country wide event, with many local pools taking part and there are a variety of options to take part in.

Anyone interested?

Links: http://www.swimathon.org/

Test cricket- a report for our non cricketers

South Africa are currently playing India in a 5 day test match in Nagpur India. Nagpur is one of the largest cities in central India a hub of commerce and industry and often referred to as ‘Orange City’, not because the ladies wear beautifully decorated orange saris but because lots of oranges are grown there. Continue reading “Test cricket- a report for our non cricketers”