Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Time is what you make of it!

Hello The World!
It's going to be a good day!Off to meet you, World!
:-)))))

However, the day didn't start smoothly for these roofers trying to park while working next door. They were targeted by a merciless traffic warden and had no choice but drive away.:-(  

When I got off the tube, I had to wait for the bus and then took a picture of this, usually unnoticed item:


Midnight here in forty minutes. All in all, it was a good day, as expected! Met a 'long time, no seen' colleague at work.
Later, asked  to see and snap some drawings of a justifiably frustrated proper English architect, John Mead, who has been looking for a job for two years with no luck; my friend in Poland may wish to talk to him.

Towards the evening, made a woman happy by finding really lovely children's books for her son.
This one is still for sale: 

After dinner had a great chat with a friend on Skype and then, late in the evening,  took back the spare key set, which made a lovely change in the evening routine! I've always liked the sight of this stained glass bay window just round the corner:

Good night!

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

More random encounters

Once I've seen a little book about a hundred excuses for those who cannot make it on time. I was sure I'd make it this morning, but you won't guess what happened! As always, I grabbed the rubbish bag waiting on the door handle, left the flat and shut the door behind me, went downstairs and then realised that the hold-all backpack stayed behind. Luckily, I managed to get hold of the landlady pretty soon and got the spare set from her place.

Today I met another woman who makes her own jewellery. It was fun to help Vanessa find a belt to match a cricket jumper she was lucky to find! She allowed me to take a picture of her earring and I gave have her the address of my little blog. Let me know, please, if you do venture here, Vanessa. :-)


We agreed with another lady that this piece of fabric must come from Mexico. She bought it and was going to frame it and hang it in her house.
I like this kind of old cityscapes; snapped it in a hurry and cannot quite tell which city it depicts:

A display unit that resembles a transatlantic ship to me:
I wonder who will want the dolls and where they will go:


I made a correct guess that the  young male customer was from the United States. Of what he knew, his great-grandparents were of distant Polish-Russian descent. He couldn't say much about it. That's what I remember about the American education. Specialisation begins quite early and most students, even if they make it through the high school and college - wouldn't be familiar with the seemingly elementary stuff outside their chosen subjects. Many years ago, in the mid-nineties, living in the States, I was really surprised to discover that my truly educated in the humanities friend would only distinguish between a coniferous and deciduous tree, but wouldn't know an oak, birch or pine.  Who needs that unless they are a gardener or a forester, though?

Having mentioned the States, somebody today talked about  Samuel P. Huntington and the invaluable Wikipedia has just opened its resources for me. What caught my eye was the criticism he received from some reputable mathematicians who accused him of misusing mathematics and engaging in pseudo-science. I thought my recent guests from Poland, mathematics teachers, might like to explore the topic, hence the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_P._Huntington, and one more: http://thoughtcast.org/politics/samuel-huntington/  (BTW it looks an interesting website). My thoughts go back to our dinner in the spectacular settings of Sarastro in Covent Garden last Sunday.
 We talked about teaching and I remember saying something about the danger of putting off the student but making mathematics too theoretical rather than practical in many schools. My friends strongly disagreed and unanimously said that mathematics is the most practical of all the subjects! I cannot agree more; just some teachers seem to forget about or ignore that fact....


Anyway, once I got to thoughtcast.org, I came across a number of materials I'd like to read or listen to, but I shall leave them for later; just adding the link on James Joyce, as we talked about him on our Sunday hike around The West End and I referred to the annual walk in the footsteps of his most famous character: http://thoughtcast.org/literature/in-dublin-with-james-joyce-and-editor-maurice-earls/



Good night!


Monday, 26 November 2012

Walpole Park on a rainy day!


I've taken multitude of pictures in the picturesque Walpole Park in Ealing. It may be to do with a quotation from William Blake, the one to be seen on his tomb in St Paul's Crypt. These are the result of my today's walk home  in the hope that I'd find a monkey puzzle tree cone to snap for my dear friend who's keen on trees.
 No luck, like on every previous occasion in the recent two or three years. However, I got this nice picture of a nearby tree with a black bird on its branch.



 One of the two ponds in the park.

 Dramatic skyline looking towards Pitshanger House and Gallery fronted by these imposing trees

The hedge lines the area by the second pond:

Sir John Soane's former summer retreat through the trees by the pond. He was such a remarkable man.
 The pond nearer to the house, as seen from the little ornamental mock footbridge.


One of the immense cedar trees carefully looked after by the park management:
















Let me add a few more of today's snapshots:
 Warncliffe Viaduct, Brunel's first major work for the railway
 The Brent River







 These shoes reminded me of some street mimes in Covent Garden yesterday:
 On the way home, I spotted two parakeets on on apple tree, having first heard them. They flew away too soon.