See Saw Marjery Daw

This story is about how people meet, and discover and bounce off each other, each on their own way to somewhere in life. Happens a lot when people travel, this kind of thing don’t you think ?

His speed and risk taking had been no bother to other drivers, he really enjoyed life, and loved pushing the limits, almost testing life to see how it might end, even at the end of a working day.  There would always be tomorrow to try it again. So gunning the car into the drive, found a park, turned off the radio, got out, slammed the door, opened the back, got laptop, slammed other door, pip-pip’ed the car lock, walked into the hotel portico, through the auto doors, out of the sun, and into the cool of the lobby run.

Tired of thinking.  Past desk. Press button. Up elevator. Into room, change clothes, get down to the spa… sit on the edge. How brilliant, how frustrating the second last day, at the office by the bay.  Tomorrow at least he would check out and be on his way elsewhere.

The spa was quiet the water was ripply with the sun, in sunset over the fence and the parking lot beyond.  The fence now enclosing them in a pool bbq area.  She smoked and had a cup by her side.  Not dressed for the pool, but like she should have been, with her smile and look and now a question parted her lips in his direction.  She had on a nice shirt, shorts, but maybe looking for peace and quiet to chill for the evening. They were doing the same now, sitting on the other side,. her with her bare feet and red toenails waving under the surface of the still warm spa, in shorts and T-shirt, with book, and drink beside. Him, his legs, poking out of silly shorts with business shirt and strange fast social habits, and mobile phone besides.

Clock ticking, heart beating, what do they say ? what do they say ?  see-saw marjorie daw.. tick tick tick…boom boom boom … tick tick …

He took a breath, then another one, staring down into the spa pool. After the day had begun and ending, he thought it might be nice to just be quiet and relax a bit, however the presence of another there messed him around and made him tense. His mind constantly on the next task, the next job in life.  He ran a race, constantly in motion, against himself.  Whenever faced with an opportunity to connect to another, he tried to fit it into his task oriented life… perhaps he might spend half an hour playing with the person on the other end of the see saw in the spa.

Yet there she was, having hoped to say goodbye to the cruel world quietly, goodbye to the silly job she had for thirty years, and goodbye to other things as well.  She had come down to the spa pool, in the nearing darkness, having checked into a hotel, far out of the way of others, with a cup of wine, and a smoke, and a determination to just chill.

“What are you reading”  He asked

“Oh, just filling in time”.  She told him,

“I’m an engineer” He said,

“Me too”, She said,

“Long day” He said,

“Right, and not over yet” She said,



“Wrong, it’s over for me at least” He said,

“Short day really”, She said,

“You look like you are taking it pretty easy ?”, he asked,

“they don’t like me drinking here in the pool area”, she brandished the blue paper coffee cup as if she had fooled them for at least one more evening.

“My name is Fernando”, he said.

“Christine”, she said, “would you like a beverage ?” she asked. She got up, and dried her legs a bit, setting off to the hotel lobby.

It was getting dark and the light was far less when Christine returned, and this time with two paper cups of wine.

The evening wore on, the more Ferdinand talked with Christine, and the darker it got, the light and the conversation both.  The darkening and the wine brought with it an edge to the conversation, gradually developing to one of individual fears and tragedy, bad break ups, sadness, stories, and still with the sparring of bare feet together under the water. Christine, about having to stop, and take measure of life, about having a vacation, what is a vacation, why keep working, why not go to the continent, and meet someone handsome to lie around with for a while, and sit in sleepy cafes on the boulevardes of Paris or the vias of Roma. Ferdinand about stuff he had no idea about, feeling more and more out of depth.  The conversation was not the usual see-saw, but had become a slippery slide, down into the depths of a soul, down into the tragedy of the other. He did not know how to pull out, how to just lightly say good bye, nice to meet you etc etc, how to say, why not just come up to his room, and have some adult fun perhaps.

It was Christine who decided that enough was enough, there was in her meeting with Ferdinand a kind of tilting in two dimensions at once.  On the one hand, she had gone to the pool, to wait for the moment, when she would return to her room, her departure from the world intended, but now she was no longer sure about that.

It was Ferdinand, who woke the next morning, dressed for the day, down the elevator, into the lobby, laptop in hand, and blackberry buzzing, who grabbed a paper, and looked around, to see Christine again, at breakfast….and expecting to see Christine at breakfast, found no trace, although he had dreamt that she had promised to be around.


QiJi – Nice clear Water into Wine for Guests

I would have gone cycling through the dark universe of the creator with compass.  The dividers which divided left from right up from down, cartesian and rotational thinking for all.  I would have rung my bell as I passed back in time to its dim small beginning.  I turn my wheel and precess my gyro force along lines of pure particles trapped in quantum traces through the mind of our creator.  I know now how miracles happen, those event threads which do not make sense in the causal sphere we live in.  The rational line that allows one thing to depend on a prior thing.  A miracle starts by deleting or creating an event thread and its rational cause erased by the hand of God as and when someone might entreat him.  How simple it is to just park the bike with the bell inside the compass drawn night, and turn off the bike light and listen to the noise of the background dark energy, and pray that something good can occur when normal causality, reality, and rational thought deems it impossible.  Then all of an instant, the hand of the almighty reaches back in time, rolling up the fly thread on his rod and reel and flicks the key events which might shape the present and makes change what is to what was to be.

At the marriage feast at Cana, there were people in a passion play, needing wine for the guests to follow, and deleting the water thread and replacing it with wine, what other impacts were caused, were not elaborated.

Inferential Weather Descriptions..

Rainbow over Kuala Lumpur

Thinking about it, I want to describe the weather better, shorter, more vivid than current listings of weather observations you might see on the news.


– Charcoal blue sky with lightning and rainbow

– soft splash of sun

A set of observations
– day 1 – a winter day in sydney – 15th July 2011
  • blue grey sky – it was blue with grey clouds
  • soft dry shadow – the clouds were diffusing the light a bit , there had been no rain so the ground was dry
  • cool still trees – it was cool, there was no wind
– Observation : Weather : 16 July 2011
  • All Grey Sky
  • fuzzy wet  shadow
  • cold still trees


There are a number of different things to describe –

Lets start with the sky –

Everyone likes to say, the color of a sky, like blue, grey, dark, bright etc. – the sky reflects or transmits the light from space around it, or through it.  So sky has to be described by one or more colors.

Everyone likes to know whether it is windy or still.  So the best way to describe that might be describing the impact of the wind or the air on the trees around.

For example :-

  • still tree
  • wavy grass
  • bending tree
  • broken tree
for rotating winds, you might describe it differently
  • spinning paper
  • willy willy
  • tornado
I find I often want to say about frost or snow or ice
I find I often want to describe the quality of light in terms of contrast and sharpness like –
  • soft shadow
  • hard shadow
  • firm shadow
  • blurry shadow
  • no shadow
But shadow also calls to mind surface, typically the ground surface.  So you could also describe that surface by either
  • dry
  • wet
  • damp
  • cold
  • hot
You could describe pollution in terms of air quality like
  • clean
  • dirty

What’s in an empty circle mate ?

I have a flat plane, white, for simplicity, and contrast, I have a random selection of black dots on the plane, as far as i can look in any direction, my white plane surface is covered in black dots.  All of the dots are pretty much the same, when seen from a great height. Little black specks scattered on the white.

Someone comes along and begins to trace a circle among the dots.  Eventually there is say a red circle, with black dots inside and other black dots outside the circle.  Some of the black dots, are actually sitting on the black outline of the circle.

I make an observation, that the dots inside the circle, are now defined by the circle.  In other words, the dots inside the circle take on the characteristic, or attribute of being inside the circle, from the point of view of the observer, who can see the circle, from way up above the plane.

The dots inside the circle can see a couple of dots in the nearby area, but in general the dots have no idea, whether they belong inside the circle or not.  It really is just the dots near the edge of the circle that know that they are on one side of a line or not.

Since the circle is large, even the dots near the edge of the circle don’t know that it is a circle.  What they surmise is that the line separates them from the dots just on the other side of the line.  Thus, the dots near the edge of the circle, have a knowledge that there are dots, which are no longer like them, merely because these dots exist now on the other side of the line in the vicinity.

In fact none of the dots actually know that they are either inside or outside a circle.  Only the clever dot, which got a bit of red and drew a line on the white plane and called the circle ‘circle of red enclosing dots’ knew or knows of the existence of the circle.

So another enterprising dot got up and thought, circles….mmmm….. ok he got a piece of yellow chalk, and started drawing a circle around another group of dots on the plane.

He called this circle “The Yellow circle enclosing dot’s which are not in a circle”.

Up until the moment, he published the name of the circle, all the dots were reasonable ok with their existence.

He first published the existence of the yellow circle to his friends only, non of whom were inside the yellow circle.  Everyone was impressed that he could define such a set of dots inside his yellow circle.

Things started going very wrong when he published the existence of the yellow circle to the dots which were inside the circle.  These dots suddenly became aware of the yellow circle and the fact that they had been classified in such a contradictory way !  How dare the yellow circle creator define them in such an arbitrary way., and without any kind of permission.

Should they opt out ? – this would make them very normal and boring dots.

Should they remain in ? – and live life in fear and contradiction.

Or should they wait until the rains came and rubbed out the yellow line thus defining them.