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Leek and Feta Cheese Bake and Cooking in the 80s & 90s in Britain April 22, 2013

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The colour brown and the 80's

The colour brown and the 80s.

This “see what we had for dinner tonight” post is inspired by my extremely beautiful young friend Arianhna and her lovely Arianha’s Kitchen Blog. She posts her home prepared lunches and dinners in a simple way, albeit in English and Japanese.

Since 10 days I have a little oven and I am using it every single day, at least once if not twice. It is a temporary addiction. With my baking attempts and some of my savoury dishes I am reminded of the vegetarian cooking style of the 80s and 90s, part of which I lived in London. I found some of the cook books I had at the time in charity shops since I moved to Manchester: Sarah Brown, Rose Elliot, Crank’s cooking books, Zorba the Buddha Rajneesh Cookbook and of course  Madhur Jaffrey. Most of the photography, if used at all, has this brownish tint. And everything I have baked the past week has this brownish tint…

Leek, Cannellini beans & Feta cheese Rye Bread Crumble Bake with Quinoa

If you google leek bake almost every recipe that comes up is by Jamie Oliver… well, there are probably similarities between all vegetable bakes, but this is what I threw together tonight. It is an ode to the 80’s and 90’s vegetarian cooking style.

This served me and my husband, will be my lunch at work tomorrow and there will be left overs, so it would be enough for four people. Ingredients are approximates.

The dark bread crumble on the top delivers the sourness or sharpness to this otherwise mild and almost sweet bake.

Preheat a oven to 180-200 Celsius. Altogether it took me not more than 40 minutes to make dinner. During the last 10 minutes I watched some West Wing.

Ingredients and method

1 tbsp olive oil
1 large onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
some salt, pepper, paprika, mixed dried herbs and Herbes de Provence
Method: Sweat a few minutes in a pan, while you slice and wash…

3 small leeks
2 tsp Marigold’s Vegan Organic Swiss Vegetable Bouillon powder (the vegan version adds a nice yellow tint to the food)
Method: Add to the pan, stir, cover with a lid and cook for a few minutes.

1 slice of seeded bread and
1 slice of German dark rye or pumpernickel
Method: While the vegetables are softening toast the bread and make breadcrumbs in a blender and while you are at it oil a small square tin or any baking dish.

1-2 tbsp flour
Method: Sweat in the vegetables.

2 glugs of milk
Method: Stir until the liquid is thickened.

1 (410gram) tin of cannellini beans, rinsed
half a block of feta cheese, crumbled
1/3 bunch of flat leaved parsley (not the expensive small bunches of parsley from the giant supermarket chains, but a proper one from an Asian supermarket), finely chopped
Method: Add to the pan and then pour into the prepared oven dish.

the bread crumbs
more chopped parsley
1 glug of olive oil
1-2 tbsp grated hard cheese
Method: Mix and scatter over the leek dish. Bake in the heated oven for 20-25 minutes

While the bake is baking bring 2 cups (US sized cups) of water to boil with a tsp of the same bouillon powder and some pepper. Once the water boils add 1 cup of quinoa (because or in spite of Gwyneth Paltrow getting ribbed about quinoa by Graham Norton and guests). Simmer on a lower flame for approx. 15 minutes.

The quinoa I made had more structure than this picture shows and this is the lovely pianist hand of my husband

The quinoa I made had more structure than this picture shows and this is the lovely pianist hand of my husband in the background, just before tucking in.

Here some photos of the bakes from the past week. Sorry, all from my iPhone and very blurry.

First a tart. Sweet pastry, some old pears and apples that were lying around, covered with a dark sugar crumble.

First a tart. Sweet pastry, some old pears and apples that were lying around, covered with a dark sugar crumble.

On the same day a quorn and mushroom pie with a shop bought puff pastry. I brought little violin cooky cutters from Vienna. :-).

On the same day a quorn and mushroom pie with a shop bought puff pastry. I brought little violin cooky cutters from Vienna. :-).

 

Dinner rolls with a very quick and easy yeast dough.

Dinner rolls with a very quick and easy yeast dough.

Poppy seed rolls.

Poppy seed rolls.

And just to finish, a Sunday still live.

And just to finish, a Sunday still live.

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Annette… and In Praise of Love March 2, 2013

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And another birthday blog.

And another birthday blog.

Happy Birthday, my dear sister. You got this photo we took at the MOSI on canvas and a box with some more goodies is unfortunately still on it’s way. Never mind. I hope you have a lovely day with your beloveds in Cologne.

On the subject of love. I am reading Alain Badiou’s “In Praise of Love”, which my husband brought me from Foyles yesterday. and there is much this elderly French communist illuminates about the perennial question mark in “What is Love?”. The book is the script of an interview between Nicolas Truong and Badiou and covers politics, creativity and relationships.

The last paragraph here is about love for the world through relationship and wakes me up to review all of them:

…To love is to struggle, beyond solitude, with everything in the world that can animate existence. This world where I see for myself the fount of happiness my being with someone else brings. “I love you” becomes: in this world there is the fount you are for my life. In the water from this fount, I see our bliss, yours first. As in Mallarmeé’s poem, I see:

In the wave you become
Your naked ecstasy.

The bond with my sister is very deep and the abiding love I have for her took time to be seen and mature.

Book Sacriledge August 6, 2012

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Cultural vandalism?

I am the delighted owner of about a dozen or so high quality design books, each worth the usual £25-£45. They are not the latest ones, from the 90’s and early this century, but they show the best, which is often timeless.

It is a special treat for me to buy such books new, because of the price. So I was very happy when Mark surprised me with them the other week. But this is a bitter-sweet experience for both of us.

The University of Bolton are emptying their storeroom to replace it with a new building or something similar. They are giving hundred of books free to staff or are selling them for small money. Not only design books, all kinds of books…

The big question I am asking though is: Why?

Why would a University get rid of books? Because they are old? Because they don’t have the funds to build or rent a new storage? Can whatever new and shiny thing they are building be more important than books? Are University libraries being reduced to the ethos of DVD rental places – let’s get rid of the books nobody reads? Aren’t University supposed to be archives of knowledge? Is knowledge only kept digital now – not that this is even done with these books?

Here a quote by a Dr John Golder from an article I found on a similar incident at the Australian University of NSW last year and the digitalisation of libraries:

A serendipitous discovery is impossible when the book isn’t there…

This book is orphaned.

I am now the proud foster mother of some beautiful design books.

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Mass Observation – 12 May 2012 May 16, 2012

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I have been observed. By me.

The Science of Us

The anthropologist  Tom Harisson started the Mass Observation social research project on 12 May 1937 after the abdication in 1936 of Kind Edward VIII. The papers all wrote that the mood of the nation was really down and he and his team initiated a nationwide effort to document the feelings of the people and every day life in Britain by collecting anecdotes, interviews and diaries of one single day of untrained volunteer observers.

I heard a radio piece about the project some weeks ago and thought there were some interesting results, concerning gender and just in observing the “ordinary” and decided to participate this year.

The project ended in 1960s but was started again in 1981. The Mass Observation Archive is kept at the University of Sussex. They have records also of 12 May, 2010, and asked people to participate again this year.

Criticism for this project has been invasion of privacy (they did record conversations without consent etc.).

But are our lives really that private?

After I did my bit I looked at some entries for 2010. Many people were hanging their washing, as was I.

What they asked to do for this year was: Write as much as you can about what you do, who you meet, what you talk about, what you eat and drink, what you buy or sell, what you are working on, the places you visit, the people you meet, the things you read, see and hear around you and of course what you yourself think.

They also wanted a small introduction about who I am and what my profession is.

So, here we go. If you want to read a day in the life of…, however boring. please continue.

Mass Observation 12 May, 2012 – Astrid Johnson

Hi, my name is Astrid Johnson, née Gütt. I am 48 years old and a German national, but lived in the London for 5 years in the 1990’s and moved back to London in 2002.

I met my husband Dr Mark William Johnson in September 2008 in London. In May 2009 I moved to Manchester to join him and his then 8 year old daughter Isobel (Izzy) Johnson and we got married in the same month.

We now live in Rusholme in Manchester, in a terraced three bedroom house, built in 1910, which we bought last year. Izzy lives with us at least every other weekend, every Tuesday and much of the holidays.

I am an graphic designer with a 28 year international career as a graphic designer and creative art worker. Since 2010 I am running the design studio as a social enterprise for the charity First Step Trust. First Step Trust (FST) is a charity that provides real work, training and employment opportunities for people excluded from ordinary working life because of mental health problems or other disabilities or disadvantages. The studio is located at the Adult Forensic Services at Prestwich Hospital, part of Greater Manchester West NHS Mental Health Foundation Trust. My workforce are patients at the Edenfield Centre, a Medium Secure Unit. After working for decades for industry this is very rewarding work, as it includes more entrepreneurial aspects as I have done before and a lot of teaching. Less money though. I still do occasionally design jobs for private clients as well.

I expect this to be a usual Saturday, mostly at home, which means sleeping in and chilling from the week, as well as tiding the house a bit. This weekend is not an “Izzy weekend”, which means she will be with her mother, but I know we have a guest staying with us, so there will be even more togetherness than just being alone with my husband. The only plan we have is to go with Dai to the Alan Turing exhibition at the Manchester Museum.

I will not mention sexual activity. This is a common human behaviour I practice, but nobody needs to know if or when I indulge in it today. I will also not mention the gazillion times I will be cleaning surfaces in the kitchen or tidy away stuff as I move through the house nor the many times I am checking Twitter or other news stories.

Everything else is up for grabs.

12/05/2012

00:04

Starting diary. Just went into back yard and had a cigarette. Did not have one for 12 days. Since a few month I smoke one or two a day, always on the bench our small back yard. Dai (Professor David (Dai) Griffiths), a friend and colleague of Mark at the Institute of Educational Cybernetics at the University of Bolton, is staying with us tonight before travelling back home in the afternoon to Deia, Majorca. He travels every few weeks to Bolton, when he is not going to some conferences and is sometimes staying with us. It is special to have him, but also a bit like communal living. I like that very much, as I lived most of my life communally and living with my husband is, although so rich and fulfilling, sometimes a bit of a too small community.

At this moment Dai is playing the violin in the kitchen, in order not to disturb the neighbours.

Our neighbours are a group of young people from Pakistan in the house on the left and a single man from Iraq, who only occasionally has his young daughter with him, in the house of the left.

We just came back from an Indian meal on the Curry Mile, Rusholme, and visiting a large UK chain pub afterwards. Over Easter, in Berlin, my sister introduced me to Gin and Tonic. Unfortunately this was very late in my life. I had a large one and one beer at the Indian place. So I am unusually intoxicated.

I am just finishing my coffee and will now go and brush my teeth. Mark does not like it when I smoke, so I always make sure I wash my hands and brush my teeth after a cigarette.

Mark is going through old diaries from the 1970’s, papers and letters of his father who died in January this year. Coincidence to hear from his old diaries and writing one myself today.

I am tired. Long week and not much sleep last night. Just briefly checking on Twitter who is also participating in the Mass Observation project today. Internet is terribly slow on my laptop since I installed Lion (latest OS X operating system). Seriously no luck with opening the Twitter site. Giving up now.

Going to find some pillows for Dai and off to bed…

00:33

Took my iPhone to the toilet to listen to BBC Radio 4 iPlayer The News Quiz, a satirical review of the week’s news chaired by Sandi Toksvig. while brushing my teeth. Main subject is of course Greece (they don’t have money to throw plates anymore, so they are using paper plates..). Very funny and very sad. I don’t think the Germans (and I know I am one of them) did right by the Greek.

We don’t have a TV or radio in the house, but use our computers and phones to see stuff or listen to radio. Glass of water for the night and quick tickle of Mark who responds with familiar and beloved squeeks. He turned around and I just put some cream on my face and put my blind fold on. Lights out. And sleep.

09:55

Just woke up. Woke up before at around 8’clock and had a cuddle with Mark. He got up shortly after.

Thinking about Greece. They are in the news about their inability to form a stable government and the question if they will stay in the Euro.

There is actually a fear in me of Europe falling apart. The whole idea of the Europe Union with its bureaucracy is the avoidance of war. The UK does some crazy wars, but further afield, recently in Iraq, but it does not really matter that the UK is not in the Euro and keeps its distance in some way’s. David Cameron, our prime minister, is a pompous git, but generally the UK’s liberal attitude and the nations wonderful self deprecating humour is a good addition to the talking table.

The threat of falling economies, the fractioning of the European ideal and rising neo fascism are all real dangers. Will we come up with a new economic model that ties in with intelligent compassion and democracy? Just on the point of neo fascism nowadays and as I am reflecting this morning on it, I understand it is born out of frustration and disempowerment, perceived and real poverty, lack of meaning in life and not necessarily profound right wing, fascistic idealism.

People are confused and want certainties.

Same in France and Spain. What will we do about this?

I am going to make a coffee now. World looks too gloomy without a morning coffee. (I use these little filter cones and filter paper to make a cup of coffee. Just recently discovered that the coffee you can buy in Lidl is not only cheap, but very good as well.)

Checking Twitter on the loo. Tweets show cousin of Mark is having a bit of a morning and Mark suggests we contact her.

Twitter exchange with Lee Chalmers

@leechalmers: Thought for my female followers: what would you do differently in your life if you were a man?

@tweetaj: I would stand up when I am taking a piss and assert less of my power or lack of it through manipulation and whinging.

@leechalmers: 🙂 Assertiveness seems a theme in answers. And peeing. Assertiveness comes from belief in power. This is a challenge for women

@tweetaj: Looks like it.

10:26

Mark is playing music to me from BBC Radio 3 iPlayer, Late Junction programme. He wonders if I know by whom it is. Bird noises, violins and voices. Oh, they are called Dolphins Into The Future. Now he is going through his Spotify list to find more pieces by them. Sounds all like slow meditation music.

Will now write a direct twitter message to Mark’s cousin. Invite her for an Indian meal tomorrow.

Talking with Mark about conversation with Dai yesterday. It was about Dai’s visceral and emotional response to the limitations of nationalism and Mark’s almost violent response to idealism, which can end in all kinds of narrow mindedness or at worst fascism. But what is the reason for the strong emotionality on these subjects for both men, which is almost as violent as extreme nationalism and idealism. I have always pursued idealism, to a large extremes, having been part of modern religious movements to the detriment of some decisions in my life which could have been more sane. I only moved away from this kind of world view a few years ago, but yesterday I got a further and real glimpse of the strength and beauty of Mark’s realism. He had to concede though to my argument that idealism pushes things forward, is the mover and shaker. But the question of why the emotional strength of their position remains, both for Dai and him.

Writing this it makes me think we were a bunch of students sorting out the world in a pub, rather than people in their 40’s and 50’s. But I guess people should behave like students or young people in that way throughout their lives.

10:49

Sorting out what needs to go into the washing machine.

Sending some fonts another designer needs via Dropbox and will then prep breakfast. But first Mark is showing me the programmes for the conference on “How scientific can the study of society be in the context of economics and business studies?” in Marseille in middle of June. He is one of the few speakers. Sounds really good and very relevant. He is looking forward to going and will have a blast.

11:46

Wrote an email to Leanda, another graphic designer in Manchester. That was a long overdue reply to her mail. Wrote a short reply to my friend Carin who is currently also a private client. I created a logo for her fruit orchard business and some labels which need finalising urgently. Arranged to phone her tomorrow. Went to back yard to have a cigarette and to make phone calls via Skype Out from my iPhone and left message on step mother phone to arrange a visit in Frankfurt at the end of this month. Tried also to call Annette, my sister in Cologne and spoke briefly with my youngest niece. Mark went to get The Guardian for me and Dai is us up now too. Conscious that we live a rich and privileged life. Getting dressed, while listening to BBC Radio 4.

13:15

Rebecca Brooks on the front cover of The Guardian. Scary woman. The Levinson inquiry about the Murdoch mess is the main topic in England for month (years) now. The Guardian is overdoing it a bit though.

Talked with Dai about his new living situation in Deia.

Put out all the cheese in the fridge, cut some bread and prepared a frittata with two green chillies, half a yellow pepper, two spring onion, fresh tomatoes with their skin removed, some sautéed spinach, home made curry powder, salt and six small eggs. Da made the hot drinks and helped laying the table.

All three of us had the meal together, talking about the trend of selling of Universities and Vice Chancellors

Nap. Tired after eating. While napping Mark did the washing up. How do I know? He played Wagner’s Tristan and Isolde overture via Spotify as load as his device allows to.

Napping on a cloud of Wagner is as close to heaven as you can get.

I am not going to elaborate on the Wagner issue now, but just to say. I have come more to terms with him since I heard exactly this overture on my first date with Mark at the Proms in London in 2008. But not fully.

Washing up is almost the only chore Mark does in the house. Mark earns much more money than me and does not have so many debts. He pays for almost everything, apart form groceries and the bi-weekly cleaners and I keep the house from a state of chaos. I am very grateful but not always happy about the amount of house work and the repetitiveness of the tasks.

13:53

Putting on make up. New love of matching eye shadow to clothes colours. Now Mark, Dai and I are in the car to drive to the Manchester Museum to the Alan Turing exhibition. Alan Turing, the mathematician, cryptographer and computer pioneer who came up with the morphogenesis concept. This is all related to cybernetics, which is the professional field of Mark and Dai and also very interesting for me. We’ve been before, but Dai hasn’t. Weather is nice. Blue sky and fluffy clouds. Surprisingly no rain and not too cold. Manchester is a lovely green city, but still wish I was living in London again.

14:15

Have time now to watch the little video about Turing.

Alan Turing died in 1954. Interestingly, 68 years after he committed suicide because people only accepted that he was a genius but not that he was gay, Obama this week has become the first president of the USA to endorse gay marriage, around the same time the first British prime minister does.

Quick twitter exchange with step daughter Izzy, who is now 12 year old:

Izzy: I think of Twitter as follows: Every tweet I make wastes away another 10% of my life. Since I have 177 tweets, I am supposedly D–E-A-D.

@tweetaj: If it is a waste than I would only give it 0.0000001% per tweet.

15:00

Mark, Dai and I are meeting on the sofa’s just outside of the exhibition. There is a little shelf with books about Turing, D’Arcy Thompson etc.. Mark is stretched out on the sofa and having a power nap.

I noticed that almost all the books have an endorsement by Stephen Jay Gould and I remember having heard about him before in the context of studies on evolution I have done. Dai tells me about Gould’s book, Wonderful Life – The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History. Dai has just come back from Canada where he has seen the formations in the Canadian Rockies. This is most fascinating. They are preservations of soft parts of fossils, which show the abundance of shapes and life forms which is contradictory to the idea that life was more simple in the Middle Cambrian time. Amazing creatures and one wonders how many other different life forms there were in other parts of the world during this time. These kind of talks make me always extremely happy about being alive and being able to appreciate the wonders of existence.

15:15

Dashing back to house to get Dai’s stuff. His plane is leaving at 5pm and he wants to be at the airport at 3.30.

Talking about gay people and the issue of AIDS. There might be a whole misconception about the virus, medication. A kind of conspiracy. We feel that with time there will be some machinations revealed. It has to do with putting gay or other “risk” groups in a box in unscientific ways.

15.25

Back in car with Dai’s luggage and on our way to Manchester airport.

15:48

Dropped off Dai at Terminal 1. He’ll be back in two weeks. We made loose appointment to meet again then.

In way back home checked Izzy’s movements in Twitter and Facebook on my iPhone. It is one way to be in touch with her, even when she is not physically with us. Technology is incredibly helpful with that.

16.10

Called our friend Yasuko, who had a small operation on her foot this morning. She is fine and I confirmed that Mark and I will come to her dinner party next Saturday.

16:55

Talked with Annette, my sister, for a long time. She is just one year younger, married with two girls (13 and 15 year old) and lives in Cologne, where we were both born. She told me about her new exercise regime, her wish for me to loose some weight and my stepmother who is currently in Uzbekistan (forgot that when I tried to call her earlier). We talked about Mark’s and my visit for her youngest daughter confirmation (protestant religion) on the first weekend in June, the French elections, the local elections last week in Schleswig-Holstein and the local elections tomorrow in North-Rhine Westphalia. We assume it will be a social democrat and green coalition. The Pirate party is gaining influence. An attempt at a new look at democracy. How cool is that.

Our mother died when we in our early teens and apart from my more wild period in my life (20’s) we are very, very close emotionally.

Eating toast with cream cheese and honey and watching BBC iPlayer Great British Menu North West Judging. Have strange obsession to watch food programmes with lots of dead fish and meat although I am an ovo-lacto vegetarian.

Watching Newsnight edition from yesterday. Murdoch and care home scandal. Finalising arrangements for dinner with cousin of Mark  via direct Twitter messages.

Strange, this experience of writing for the Mass Observation project, it is like observing myself. At times can not fully interact with people, as I am recording or thinking about recording. Two levels at the same time: the observer is the observed and will then be observed by the Mass Observation team and/or the software they are using. But it is the same when I post Twitter messages, or take photos or use Instagram.

But the whole process makes me more aware about what a charmed day and life it is that I am leading. Very lucky.

19:54

Woke up from long nap. Woken by Mark, who just came back from library where he worked on his paper or rather the book review he is writing. His displacement techniques at home are playing piano and browsing the Internet. But when he goes to the library he really can work.

Going up to his room now to say hello and will hang the washing.

20:03

Mark is playing the 1. Prelude on the piano while I am tiding away Dai’s bedding in my study and hang the washing. There is a beautiful light in the whole house as the sun is going down. Mark asked me if I want to go the movies, but he only does so because he wants to procrastinate his work. He plans to work late and sleep in Izzy’s room tonight. This is the room at the top of the house, most quiet and he loves it to get real rest. I rather finish and tidy up the day’s notes for the Mass Observation project and we decide to stay at home.

20:58

Just finished hanging the washing, interrupted by conversation with Mark about the Mass Observation project. He wants me to mention that in the middle of our conversation he farted. I told him that I am writing a lot of detail in terms of the communication and entertainment devices I am using throughout the day.

If this is for prosperity then in 50 years time the reader might ask themselves “what is an iPhone?” or “who is Murdoch?”. Technology moves on in ever increasing speed, but they would know what a cuddle is, a fart and understand why one would make dinner dates with a relatives. At least that is the hope.

Made coffee and sitting with a cigarette in the back yard. Birds are singing in a distance.

Reading BBC news on my laptop.Greece is the major headline. Human tragedies the others. That is the same on The Guardian website and the German Spiegel website.

21:17

Sitting down to write intro for this diary and tidy up all the notes. Making a cheese toast with lime pickle on the lovely spelt bread we bought in St Albans last weekend. Today was a bread eating day only, it seems. Writing on my laptop and listening to BBC Young Musician 2012 via BBC iPlayer on my iPhone. There is not only a national obsession with talent shows, I think it is a world wide one. And I am a sucker for it too. Maybe it is for all of us with no special talents.

22:42

Attached my iPhone to the speaker system. Amazing recorder player on the Young Musician 2012. She is an grade 8 piano and violin player, but bravely chose the recorder. Fantastic sound!!! Mark made a tea for me.

23:14

Recorder player got through to the finals, as the young Chinese pianist. Still tiding up notes of the day.

23:34

As usual I missed the point when my laptop runs out of battery and it went black in front of my eyes. Got the charger from the bed room and went to indulged in another cigarette and some chocolate covered raisins. Turned off the heating. Watching ‘Have I got New for you” on the BBC iPlayer (I usually carry the iPhone, blaring, with me through the house) and heading for bed, via brushing my teeth and saying good night to Mark who quoted some unintelligible sentences from the book he is reviewing. In this instance they were unintelligible for both of us.

23:56

Last observations on the day of Mass Observations:

Not many mentions on Twitter about the Mass Observation day. I checked the hashtag #massobservation.

Another day with not eating the most healthy of food and with no exercise, which since a few years I regret, but otherwise this was an ordinary “non Izzy” Saturday, much as I expected. Reflecting on it I am grateful about how full of conversation and togetherness my life with Mark is. It is a young marriage and promises to be an interesting life together.

For posterity’s sake I am wondering how these things will turn out in the future:

Career of my husband.
My career.
My weight and health.
Izzy’s life.
Which place in the UK or country in the world we will move to in the future.
My nieces’s lives.
Economic crisis and crisis of economics.
Europe crisis.
The Middle East.
Religious fundamentalism.
Environment and nature’s recourses.
The fight against poverty.
Energy policies.
Education policies (Universities will be sold off to a few companies…).

00:00

I donate my 12th May diary to the Mass Observation Archive. I consent to it being made publicly available as part of the Archive and assign my copyright in the diary to the Mass Observation Archive Trustees so that it can be reproduced in full or in part on websites, in publications and in broadcasts as approved by the Trustees.

An International Game June 23, 2010

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Germany v. Australia: 4-1

World Cup, this is always an awkward time for me. It is the time when national feelings and stereotypes come to the fore. I am not wholly immune, but I am a German in a foreign European  – yes, the UK is part of Europe – country. For the English ’66 comes up and for me, well a whole mix, everything from the shame of ’33 to the Football Lovefest of 2006.

Recently I discovered this little lovely book by Hamilton Fyfe, a journalist and playwright, The Illusion of National Character. It was published in 1940 and he rejects the notion that national characters are distinct, homogeneous and well-defined and that we just somewhat blindly assume they are. An interesting sociological argument. In terms of Germany he gives political and social reasons, amongst them the failure of Rathenau to put his thoughts across successfully, for the rise of Hitler rather than pinning it down to an intrinsically German character trait. Generally I think he goes too far in his argument, but still, at the time it gave a considered and complex view.

Nevertheless, if Germany beats Ghana tonight I’ll probably go for a long and nice walk in the Peak District on Sunday.

P.S. Germany will win!

A Journey Round My Skull June 9, 2010

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Well, this is not my skull, but someone’s else. A person called Will.
The blog takes you on a beautiful and fantastical journey through book design and more.

Check it out:

A Journey Round My Skull

And while we are at it, a few poems. My husband brought me a book by Adonis. This is some of the best contemporary poetry. There is very little around with this kind of depth and spirituality. The reason maybe because he draws not on Western tradition but on a much older one. I do hope he gets the Nobel prize for literature soon. So here three poems from “The Pages of Day and Night” by Adonis or Adunis, as he is also known.

And after that a poem I wrote over a week ago during a writer’s workshop, The Rope Maker. The task was to write something with the following beginning: Attached to the Earth by a thread… and something Lovelockian developed.

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Adonis (Ali Ahmad Said Asbar)

Adam

Choking quietly
with pain,
Adam whispered to me,
“I am not the father
of the world.
I had
no glimpse of paradise.
Take me to God.”

Finally

For once,
for the last time,
I dream of falling in space…
I live surrounded by colours,
simply,
like any man.
I marry the blind gods
and the gods of vision
for the last time.

A world of magic

Between the lord of days and me –
no hatred, no vendetta.
Everything’s over.
He’s barricaded time
behind a palisade of clouds.

My world goes on as magically
as ever. I contradict
the wind. I scar
the waves before I scurry
from my bottle in the sea.

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The Rope Maker

Attached to the Earth by a thread
are thoughts about Gaia as a whole.
As fragile as these threads
is balance, equilibrium, survival
of a life form,
considered superior by many,
and quite foolish by others.

Some consider nothing and threads
would have to be massive ropes.

I am a rope maker.
With thoughts I am weaving a rope,
sturdy and visible from the moon,
looking fragile from a distance.

Barley and Random Bits June 6, 2010

Posted by astridjohnson in Books, Love, Poetry.
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Rich booty during a Manchester second hand book shop trawl. Old loves, like Isaac Bashevis Singer, Colette and Morgenstern and two little gems from the Thinker's Library, published in the 40's.

Ages ago now, a weekend with music and writing, my first wedding anniversary, not surprisingly forgotten by my husband but celebrated with a second hand book shop trawl and more recently a trip to witness my first proper wedding.

Mark’s youngest brother and his partner did the deed with the help of the CoE. Very entertainingly, the vicar and organist were late, I mean the Oh-I-forgot-it-was-at-one-o’clock kind of late and after having been fetched away from his lunch, mentioned for some peculiar reason Post-it® notes in his sermon. He went on to super glue and thus created the most subtle metaphor for enduring love I have ever heard. But the bride was beautiful in a proper white dress and the bridesmaids super sweet, escpecially my step daughter and her two cute cousins. I did cry.

During those days there were talks with Tony, my from Alzheimer’s disease suffering father in law, where I got glimpses of the person he used to be and maybe also the person he was allowed to be… more on this in another post.

And I am still not clear about what I really want to do, professionally I mean – to continue with artwork and design or new adventures… I am jumping over some planned online musings to briefly post this poem I read and liked. It is from Jackie Kay, a gutsy lady who I had the pleasure of meeting today at her book launch for ‘Red Dust Road’.

I stuck the following in my budding collection of Poems I ♥‘. I tasted the barley in my mouth when she was wondering about the name of the small soft bits:

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Jackie Kay

Grandpa’s Soup

No one makes soup like my Grandpa’s
with its diced carrots the perfect size
and its diced potatoes the perfect size
and its wee soft bits –
what are their names?
and its big bit of hough,
which rhymes with loch, floating
like a rich island in the middle of the soup sea.

I say, Grandpa, Grandpa, your soup is the best
soup in the whole world.
And Gradpa says, Och,
which rhymes with hough and loch,
Och, Don’t be daft,
because he’s shy about his soup, my Grandpa.
He knows I will grow up and pine for it.
I will fall ill and desperately need it.
I will long for it my whole life after he is gone.
Every soup will become sad and wrong after he is gone.
He knows when I’m older I will avoid soup altogether.
Oh Grandpa, Grandpa, why is your soup so glourious? I say
tucking into my fourth bowl in a day.

Barley! That’s the name of the wee soft bits. Barley.

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Pretty bridesmaid Izzy at the wedding.

Mark and his father Tony.

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