April 24th, 2010

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I spy dead creatures

I'm always amused by jhetley's regular road kill reports. I don't walk or cycle the same route regularly enough to match them, but I remember one trip up to visit Caernarfon Castle when the kids were small and, for some reason, there were a lot of dead creatures, far more than usual and enough to attract our attention. And we started counting...

The whole one and a half hour journey went something like this:

Me and the kids chanting in unison: Two squashed hedgehogs, one dead badger, three squashed rabbits, two squashed crows, two squashed squirrels, one squashed something.

*We see another squashed rabbit*

Me and the kids chanting in unison: Two squashed hedgehogs, one dead badger, foursquashed rabbits, two squashed crows, two squashed squirrels, one squashed something.

*We see another dead creature, too flattened to identify*

Me and the kids chanting in unison: Two squashed hedgehogs, one dead badger, four squashed rabbits, two squashed crows, two squashed squirrels, two squashed somethings.

... and so on and so on, all the way to Caernarfon.




In other news, we have been without broadband for most of the day. Thankfully, I have my dongle, so I could peek quickly at LJ and also check in on my online student forums. There are times when missing a day doesn't matter, but I have one group nearing the end and another just starting, so I like to keep a close eye on them. Using the mobile broadband dongle is rather like being back on dialup, but at least it gives me Internet access.
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Photo-a-day 114/365 Zen and the art of writing

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No time for going out taking pictures because I'm still bogged down in writing essays and thinking about the final assignment for the advanced creative writing course.

The Ray Bradbury book was beside my desk because my tutor had asked me to post a quote I'd used in my last assignment. It's actually a favourite of mine, about making writing vivid.

'Why all this insistence on the senses? Because in order to convince your reader that he is there, you must assault each of his senses in turn with color, sound, taste and texture. If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won. The most improbable tales can be made believable, if your reader, through his senses, feels certain that he stands in the middle of events. [...] The logic of events always gives way to the logic of the senses.'

From the essay "How to keep and feed a muse" in
Bradbury, R. (1992) Zen in the Art of Writing, New York: Bantam.