Nov. 30th, 2015

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Popping into Brighton today to do a visit i did not do yesterday as i was running late. Still very blustery but that seems to be the forecast for the week.
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Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] malkingrey. May you have a great day!



Hop Stuff

Nov. 30th, 2015 01:15 pm
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Visit done and report completed whilst having a beer in a 'Spoons pub in Brighton. They have a lovely oatmeal stout which is highly quaffable. It is Hop Stuff Oatmeal Stout (4.8 % ABV).



I love my dark beers!
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[Error: unknown template qotd]Oh please, not another scheme to get you to spend spend spend and it just not so needed here in Blighty. It is as fake as Black Friday. Just another Americanism we do not need, and i am not casting dispersion on my American friends, just the idea of it. Boycott it!
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The poem i have chosen this week is one by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Ulysses

Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.


I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life.
Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.


This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone.
He works his work, I mine.


There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas.
My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Kaley

Nov. 30th, 2015 07:29 pm
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It is a happy birthday to Kaley Cuoco (From The Big Bang Theory) and also as Billie Jenkins in Charmed.

Tapiola

Nov. 30th, 2015 08:04 pm
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We;l, done my visit this morning and did the report. so it is time for a bit of relaxing and some Sibelius.

Jean Sibelius - Tapiola




Sibelius' powerful landscape of cool waters, endlessly forests and massive rock formations in a mighty composition on one single theme, with completely new sounds.

This must be one of the best compositions for the Symphony Orchestra ever made.
The shots are taken from the film Sibelius.

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