tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post1831147987995925736..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: Stormy WeatherReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-23860209384763121572014-02-20T18:02:42.737+00:002014-02-20T18:02:42.737+00:00I tiptoed over to his house and felt too shy to kn...I tiptoed over to his house and felt too shy to knock. I think you should, though. He'd probably appreciate poetic, romantic Kota life. Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-91748798128694289272014-02-20T12:34:52.816+00:002014-02-20T12:34:52.816+00:00You area absolutely right about the Housut dilemma...You area absolutely right about the <b>Housut</b> dilemma – although <b>Young Master trousers</b> (come back, come back) always spelled his name like <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/10697.Bell_Hooks" rel="nofollow"><b>bell hooks</b></a> – lower case (unlike they do in this list of quotes, mind you, although they deffo should not capitalise her name, because, and I quote (wikipedia and her), <i>"She adopted her grandmother's name as a pen name because her grandmother "was known for her snappy and bold tongue, which [she] greatly admired". She put the name in lowercase letters "to distinguish [herself] from her grandmother". She said that her unconventional lowercasing of her name signifies what is most important in her works: the "substance of books, not who I am".</i>). Still, I am mistaken, for <b>Pants</b> should be and used to be known as <b>Pöksyt</b>, in Finnish, alluding to the fact that pants, of course, are underwear – as are pöksyt, although the latter is a bastardisation of the Swedish word <i>byxor</i>. <br /><br />And you, my dear <b>Merkkejä lukemassa</b>, were <b>Kolmio</b> because you used to look like a triangle, in the days of yore. However, you have since grown a face, and a very nice face it is too – and really, I think I should have named you <b>Merkit</b> (=Signs) in the first place, not allowing your true nature to be hidden behind that triangle (a nice triangle though it was). <br /><br />So that has solved that problem nicely. You <i>can</i> both move to Finland, no problem, and be known as Pöksyt and Merkit. Sorted.<br /><br />I'm glad the kota pleased you. I rather expected it would; and I myself am always delighted by the fact that the upper-north people, such as our Sami and the North American Inuit and other Native Americans, let alone the Siberians and so on, are related nations. You can see that in their dwellings as well as their features and lifestyles, and you understand it very well when you turn the globe so that you can view it from <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fe/Arctic_Ocean.png" rel="nofollow">above</a>, as it were. These places are actually close to each other. I like thinking about how they've spread around the Arctic region, long before our lot started making a pig's ear of things, necessitating your valiant rescue action. <br /><br />Besides which, living in a kota would be dead romantic. And poetic. Yes it would, and I'll not hear a word about hardships. Where aren't there hardships? There's air and space and stillness and wilderness over there (not to mention the Northern Lights and the White Nights, the winter and summer, the eye of the sun shutting for months, only to open again to gaze at its children for all spring and summer long), unlike in many other places.<br /><br />As you can see, I am working hard. For your next trick of planetary rescue and making the world a better place, get trousers to come back, yes? <br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-34630513547460915402014-02-19T22:06:09.564+00:002014-02-19T22:06:09.564+00:00That kota will do me nicely, Anna. I'm not su...That kota will do me nicely, Anna. I'm not sure about the names: I thought I was "Kolmio"; and if Pants is "Housut" what are we going to call the other Mr. Trousers Housut when he comes - as he undoubtedly will... ? It's just as well to think these things through beforehand. <br /><br /><b>Fire Bird</b>, how nice to see you :) Yes, we are living in interesting times. I've been looking in at your house. Difficult times for you, my friend x Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-833118868510938482014-02-19T21:07:13.707+00:002014-02-19T21:07:13.707+00:00It's been a long wait. So glad to see you back...It's been a long wait. So glad to see you back, and engaged on such a massive mission. Quieter weather attend us all.Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-46024446842760935712014-02-19T17:19:23.274+00:002014-02-19T17:19:23.274+00:00Pantington Bear! How totally delightful to see you...<b>Pantington Bear</b>! How totally delightful to see you after all these itchy years. Hope all things are well with you.<br /><br />Funnily enough, I spake only last night with an Aussie friend, recently back from said continent, who told with abject horror about your new prime minister (he did mention the name, too, but I promptly forgot it pretty much immediately), who is taking money from prenatal care and buying football teams, shooting prisoners in internment camps – and all before lunch, with four months in the office behind him. He's certainly willing to save the planet, by the looks of things; clearly wanting to save it all for himself (and possibly his cronies). <br /><br />I think you should return to Europe, Pants. In fact, i believe you and <b>Signs</b> (hello, honey) should both move to Finland. You'll be called Housut and Merkit, respectively, and if my igloo has melted (which is a distinct possibility, given that we've nary any snow left and it's been plus something for over a week now), I will build us a nice <a href="http://hazor.iki.fi/2003/kolovesi/kuvat/DSCN8820-Pyylinsaaren_laavu.html" rel="nofollow">laavu</a> or perhaps a <a href="http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Europe/Finland/North/Lappi/Kilpisjarvi/photo257959.htm" rel="nofollow">kota</a> each, where we can then dwell without the madness of the outside world getting on our tits too much. We'll take wine. It'll be cool.<br /><br />So just, you know, think about it. <br /><br />x x one each; yes, only one, yet imbued with much meaningAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-66912357481607625792014-02-19T16:36:06.764+00:002014-02-19T16:36:06.764+00:00Good to see you, Pantalons! What - Australia want...Good to see you, <b>Pantalons</b>! What - Australia wants to inherit the earth? I thought China was going to do that. Or was it North Korea? Anyway, we're all pretty much doomed so apparently the best we can do is to have a bloody good time for the next 20 years or so, by which time much of Europe will be a desert, apart from the UK, where everyone is going to want to be (apart from London which will be mostly under water). So come back here, or perhaps we can both go and live in Finland with <b>Anna</b>. If her igloo hasn't melted. <br /><br />I am going to be working on increasing my carbon footprint. It's the least I can do.<br /><br />Mwahs! xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-6708080322186790842014-02-19T07:49:26.054+00:002014-02-19T07:49:26.054+00:00Ah - a reunion!
Hi Signs. Hi Anna MR. Your seven-...Ah - a reunion!<br /><br />Hi Signs. Hi Anna MR. Your seven-year-itcy pal Pants here.<br /><br />Signs, I hate to tell you but you are up against 23.68 million Australians who firmly do not want the planet saved. If we can't have it all, no one will. Arrrggghhh. But good luck with that anyway. And welcome back. <br /><br />280xxx<br /><br />PantsPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00712642194215828800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-69694843466577972082014-02-17T17:00:51.550+00:002014-02-17T17:00:51.550+00:00Everything does change in seven years, you're ...Everything <i>does</i> change in seven years, you're absolutely right. It's not for nothing they talk about seven year itch – and I'm kinda itching now to be back into the days of yore when we blabbed and danced our way through all sorts here. I know – nostalgia is for those who are aging. And, well. I am. We both are. We <i> all</i> are, who <i>are</i> at all, and it's preferable to the alternative. However, the dancing and blabbing was nice, in the neige of yesterday. As it is, we can have a quick spin and a snowfight, still, nimble things that we are. Whilst we're twirling, we can always give our old selves a wave, the young things that our old selves were. <br /><br />I knew all along you would save Albion's white shore – and the rest of the planet and the creatures who have so painstakingly evolved upon it, so I won't feign surprise at the abating of the storms. As you were. Keep up the good work. <br /><br />x<br /><br />PS the picture-windows are back. Major hurrah. There's a lovely frond of a palm-like tree in this one, all bathed in sunlight, not only the number. I am surely pampered by the gods of everything, right now.Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-11049435893232359842014-02-17T10:53:29.006+00:002014-02-17T10:53:29.006+00:00- and the storms are still abated - which just goe...- and the storms are <i>still</i> abated - which just goes to show. I won't let these superpowers of mine go to my head though. Have we been at it for seven years? But we are not those people any more, and this is a fact - because in seven years everything changes. I look back on us and wave. <br /><br />xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-64622176093581335842014-02-16T21:33:38.043+00:002014-02-16T21:33:38.043+00:00Well, I, for one, am heaving a huge sigh of relief...Well, I, for one, am heaving a huge sigh of relief: you have come galloping to the rescue, and only at the nick of time. But those are the best rescues, aren't they? The nick of time ones, so that the viewers/readers have already had a good bit of time to think, <i>all is lost</i>. <br /><br />Mind you, I think in Real Life, we prefer not to be in those situations in the first place, but life here in blogoslavia is more heightened and artistically rounded – let us say that life here is tweaked and contoured so as to show the artistry of life in a more refined, acute way. Yes verily.<br /><br />And I, for one, am happy and always have been to be a pervert and a very important person with you – even if it is just plain old promiscuity these days. I am a little bit horrified by the passage of time, however – it is eight years since the start of this different layer of life, for me (and we've been at it for seven. Frightening). <br /><br />Anyhow – extending my artistically modified and streamlined, tweaked and contoured hand to you, in the hope that in all your life's work, I can remain a place where you can laugh. You know that makes sense, so don't ask me to clarify – I probably couldn't.<br /><br />I am just awaiting, now, for the big breakthrough in carbon control and ways of reversing the damage…now that you're back. <br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.com