Category Archives: Rambles

House Trained

I was going through my socks the other day and found a pair of my running socks that I hadn’t worn for a while. I put one on and was thinking how comfortable it was when I noticed a small hole starting in the toe. “I wonder why I haven’t worn these for so long” I thought to myself.

Oh that’s why. I also remembered that I had another sock that needed sewing so I darned the socks and fixed a dolls dress for a charity shop that had a tare in it. 

Fixed

Well who ever said guys can’t sew and be house trained? Now I have another pain of running socks to wear to add to the list of socks that I have had to fix recently. This has saved me lots of money. Wish I could thank my mum for teaching me to sew.

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Ration Challenge

Michelle and I are taking part in the Ration Challenge, it’s for a week (17th to the 24th of June) You can sponsor me if you like, your prayers and thoughts will be appreciated.  (click here to find out about it)

This is from the Ration Challenge Co-Founder Kaz:

Last year, I sponsored myself $144 – enough to send a child to school for two months. Education is really important to me and I feel privileged to have studied at a great high school and attended university. Since the war broke out many Syrian children have not been able to go to school at all.

I’ve visited the Ration Challenge’s education program in Jordan that your Ration Challenge fundraising helps to make possible. I saw firsthand just how important it is for Syrian children living in the camps. The local schools are full and the informal classes run by our partner are the only education some of these kids have access to.

The program helps kids learn the skills they need to thrive academically in the future, and importantly, allows them to discover a part of childhood that war so cruelly took away from them. In class, they play, learn and have fun with their friends (like kids are supposed to!) – in an environment designed to help them deal with their trauma.

Beautiful 美丽

So who is beautiful?

Is it the flawless face in a magazine?

Is it a new born baby?

Is it a person you see at work or on the train or bus every day?

There are as many different answers as there are people in the world.

The Bible has this to say about beauty: 1 Peter 3:  Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel— rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. Continue reading Beautiful 美丽

A quick note.

Just letting you all know that I have been going some work on my site and it is now mobile friendly at last. yay! 🙂 I have also changed the comment settings so that you don’t have to leave your name and email to leave a comment, they will still be held for moderation though.

Red Dwarf 12 Days of Christmas.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:

Twelve racks of suits.
Eleven Hammond Organs.
Ten lagers with croutons.
Nine diesel decks.
Eight lifeless moons.
Seven cat naps.
Six specs of grit.
Five red hot curries.
Four gazpacho soups.
Three spare heads.
Two pleasure GELF’s.
and a life pod with an alien.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”

Tribute to Prince

In remembrance of  Prince Rogers Nelson

 

Prince my prince what have you done,

Your light now hidden from the sun.

Taken from our love too soon,

Go shine as brightly as the moon.

 

Your friends down here – still earth bound

As heaven rings with your own sound.

The Angels dancing up on high,

As one more star has joined the sky.

 

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A scene from India

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As we traveled through the bustling streets of Agra our horse and driver seemed indifferent to all of the activity and the strange smells created by a mixture the rubbish that was often well trampled into the dirt streets, the open sewers or the fact that some people just squatted down to do their business wherever they pleased and the multitude street vendors offering curries , roti breads and a host of other Indian cooking. The traffic didn’t seem to obey any sort of rules as buses, trucks, cars motorbikes, camels, cows, horses, ox’s people pulling makeshift carts and the occasional elephant jostled for position along the busy street. We passes a crowd by the river as we neared our destination. They lit a funeral pyre as we plodded by and said their last goodbyes and prayers for a loved one who had passed into the next life. Huge buzzards stood like sentinels among the poor in their ramshackle dwellings waiting for a life to end so they can pick at the bones. Finally we reach the gateway to the Taj Mahal, quite an impressive feat of architecture in itself, and farewell our horse and cart. Not knowing what to expect and a little shaken by all the sights we have seem so far we have our way through the gate and step into another world. Like a fairy tale palace the sight stops you in your tracks. The water features and gardens are perfect with the awe inspiring Taj Mahal in the background. Like princes we approach the entrance and marvel at the massive intricately carved blocks of marble inlaid with precious stones. As we walk around taking in every aspect of this wonderful place we wish we never had to leave. Looking our past the back of the Taj Mahal, cattle are being lead from the Yamuna river that lazily winds its way through the countryside oblivious to the daily comings and goings that make Agra and India such an amazing place.

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The main purpose of this website was to advertise my poetry book, however it seems to have evolved into much more than just that. Have a look around and leave a message is you have any questions about any of the pages, if you just want to say hi that is cool.

There is a sample from my upcoming science fiction book under the “Rambles” heading, feel free to have a read and comment on it if you wish.

Here are two samples from Apostrophe to Zenith (my poetry book).

Butterfly

Butterfly scribbles across the sky,
float away, float away.
A spot of color way up high,
float away, float away.
Your beauty makes the day so new,
won’t you stay, won’t you stay?

One With The Desert

As he fell he noticed the smell
of the driest baron place.
A struggle to move didn’t improve
his disposition or his face.

He did a dry moan and then a slow groan
as he lay in the desert sun.
He had a strange grin just above his chin
as he baked when his day was done.

A quiet rest settled on his chest
but he hadn’t the heart to care.
He tasted dust, as he knew he must
and he hadn’t the breath to swear…

Changing Rimutaka to Remutaka

I can’t believe how stupid people are thinking for one moment that the residents who live in the area would be OK with this ridiculous idea. I understand that it was originally named Remutaka by a Maori Chief ( Haunuiananaia, who lived in  southern Taranaki) but today very few people know the full story and I’m guessing that most people don’t really care either. I don’t believe that this in any way rights the wrongs done in the past to the Maori people but would in fact turn people against them. Why not put up plaques telling the story and perhaps publishing it instead of wasting money and time by changing the name. I have no problem with the Maori people but just think that there is a better way of dealing with this issue.

I would like to include a letter to the editor that appeared in the Dominion Post 30 April 2014

Maori Spelling Debate Meaningless

Again we read the largely futile arguments about how a word in Maori should be spelled. The principal reason such arguments arise is because Maori was not a written language, with no indication as to how vowel sounds should be exactly depicted in print. English missionaries, William Colenso among them, recorded Maori as they heard it and given the variety of pronunciations of vowels among speakers of English and Maori, it is not surprising differences are apparent.

Besides, English vowel sounds as spoken today are likely to be different from what they were nearly 200 years ago.

There is no way to know for sure how a name such as Rimutaka should be ”correctly” spelled, because there is no ”correct” spelling; only what should be an accepted orthography based on the vowel sounds as transliterated into the Greco-Roman alphabet, aided also by what the name actually meant.

One could also ask why, after so many years with the name apparently being satisfactorily accepted as spelled, is it only now giving rise to anguish and confusion?

ALLEN HEATH

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Let me know what you think by voting or leaving a comment below.

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Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370

My first thought after watching several news articles is one of disbelief. Why would you have a tracking system in a plane that can simply be switched off. Surely it shouldn’t be possible to switch it off or there should be a backup tracking system that comes on if the main one is accidentally switched off or damaged. It’s like having a car with a steering wheel that can fall off. Don’t they have a brain? My prayers go out to all the people and families of those who were lost from this tragic flight. What do you think?

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