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Thank you [info]the_flic , [info]shiv5468 and [info]morethansirius for the snowflake cookies - snow is a pleasant fantasy on this muddy December morning. That's what's wrong with rural English winters - mud. I don't mind the alternatives of rain and frost, even the going to work and coming back in the dark - but the months of squelchiness, yuck. Snow, please, this winter? Proper snow? Preferably without mud underneath?




Comberton snow, from dumbledad.

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S2 has just come back from a Twilight-themed thirteenth birthday party, which was attended by (he claims) sixty girls, and four (I counted) boys, only one of whom had read any of the books. The girls were all dressed to kill, and at that age they are about two years more mature than the boys, who didn't exactly live up to any expectations of them in the form of being cool vampires or even dance partners. I have belatedly suggested that S2 should read the first book, but he has refused, so il_grifone has started it instead. Not the best book I've read, but occasionally it is necessary to acquaint oneself with a cultural phenomenon.
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The weather station on Shap Fell recorded 621.4mm, 24-and-a-half inches, of rain in November - that's compared with a thirty-year average annual rainfall of 557mm here in Cambridgeshire. 144 bridges have been swept away or damaged in the Lake District National Park. The name Shap is evocative: it is the home of Shap granite, the ubiquitous pink, grey and white building stone used in everything from gravestones to bollards. Shap Summit is the highest point on both the M6 motorway and the west coast main railway line, and the ascent was a famous challenge to steam locomotives. Many workers lost their lives during the building of the railway (there is a memorial to them in the churchyard) and there is also a plaque ) commemorating those who braved the frequently dreadful route ) across the fells. There have been several rail accidents, from collisions in the 1870s to a runaway plate-layers' trolley that killed four workers quite recently, and a plane crash. Oh, and a lot of Withnail and I was filmed around Shap. Dramatic place.

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The village is heaving with people this morning, as the elderly, asthmatic and diabetic of the catchment area turn up for their swine flu vaccinations. We live on the same almost-single-track lane as the doctors' surgery, and there are cars parked solidly along the muddy grass verge most of the way up to our house. I squelched my way there and it was standing-room only for the vaguely fit and the people who were actually there because they were unwell. The staff were marshalling people into a secondary waiting area in the back corridor where we were asked to remove jackets and jumpers. MRS VICTIM PLEASE; shirt off; swine flu in the non-dominant arm; seasonal flu in the dominant arm; shirt on; instruct recipient to go and sit in the waiting-room for ten minutes; MRS NEXT VICTIM PLEASE. The nurses look harassed. The road is almost impassable, as people who don't realise that one can go round the block do three point turns. My swine flu arm hurts and I have a fever. And a lecture in just over an hour - me for the Park and Ride.
Current Mood:
busy busy
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The eagles are coming! Well, actually, the fieldfares - around forty have arrived and are flying restlessly from tree to tree whilst carrying on loud conversations. I don't know how long it takes them to fly here from Scandinavia, but they will probably stay around our garden for two or three weeks, until the last of the windfall apples have gone, then travel onwards to pick over farmland. The big cider apple under our bedroom window is fairly useless to us - the apples are small and bitter, and caterpillary because we don't spray them, plus we don't have an apple press. But it is a great pleasure to watch the thrushes, pheasants, deer and even foxes eating the windfalls. If there are a few days of warm weather, the apples ferment and then the pheasants get tipsy, the chief symptom being that they get their feet tangled and fall over.
Current Mood:
Schadenfreude
Current Music:
Fieldfares chattering
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We have the first hard frost of the year this morning. Owing to the mysterious absence, on the morning of a maths exam, of S2's geometry set, I had to drive them to school via the village shop, which keeps a stash of rather retro 'Helix' tins under the counter. The driver's door of my car had frozen shut; I had to send S1 round with the ice-scraper before risking backing out into the lane and the school car-park was like an ice-rink. And half of the older boys were still in polo-shirts - the poor dears think it makes them look well hard. Mind you, most of the Year Eleven males (15-16) do look disconcertingly like either Crabbe or Goyle.
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It’s official – I am a werewolf. Saw the extremely nice specialist this morning and was rewarded with an injection of corticosteroid somewhere unmentionable and a prescription for hydroxychloroquine, had an armful of blood transferred into about a dozen syringes and got given even more leaflets. When’s the next full moon?
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After all minarets look like rockets and are symbols of domination, according to the scary campaign poster. Er - they do/are? I've always thought of them as particularly beautiful and graceful architectural features, and I associate them with the sound of the muezzin floating over cities from Amman to Granada, the smell of mint tea and a view of Islam developed more from TE Lawrence, Wilfred Thesiger and Rose Macaulay than 9/11.

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Jazz and Kisuke are making it damned hard to work this morning.

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Our new acquisition is an alley-cat. The Bengals are both completely carnivorous (to the extent that cat food is actually meat). Jazz has a fetish for celery and coriander, but he tends to nibble and roll, rather than actually eating them. But Kisuke seems to eat almost anything. First we discovered that he adored porridge and muesli; now we know that he not only eats toast, but will eat jam on its own; he likes unadorned cooked spaghetti; he likes onion bhajis; he has just tried to fight me for cottage cheese and he'll even try bits of apple and banana. Could this be because the Bengals are recent hybrids of wild animals, whereas Kisuke is the product of umpteen generations of bin-robbers?


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You might think that this is a bit of abstruse law-student rambling, but in the light of some of the art readily available on, say, DeviantArt, let alone the works that got a few people ToSsed from pornish_pixies a while back, Section 62 of this Act bears studying by anyone who downloads art onto a hard drive.

Coroners and Justice Act 2009

Section 62 Possession of prohibited images of children

(1) It is an offence for a person to be in possession of a prohibited image of a child.

(2) A prohibited image is an image which—

(a) is pornographic,

(b) falls within subsection (6), and

(c) is grossly offensive, disgusting or otherwise of an obscene character.

(3) An image is “pornographic” if it is of such a nature that it must reasonably be assumed to have been produced solely or principally for the purpose of sexual arousal.

(6) An image falls within this subsection if it—

...

(b) portrays any of the acts mentioned in subsection (7).

(7) Those acts are—

(a) the performance by a person of an act of intercourse or oral sex with or in the presence of a child;

(b) an act of masturbation by, of, involving or in the presence of a child;

(c) an act which involves penetration of the vagina or anus of a child with a part of a person’s body or with anything else;

(d) an act of penetration, in the presence of a child, of the vagina or anus of a person with a part of a person’s body or with anything else;

(e) the performance by a child of an act of intercourse or oral sex with an animal (whether dead or alive or imaginary);

(f) the performance by a person of an act of intercourse or oral sex with an animal (whether dead or alive or imaginary) in the presence of a child.

65 Meaning of “image” and “child”

(1) The following apply for the purposes of sections 62 to 64.

(2) “Image” includes—

(a) a moving or still image (produced by any means), or

(b) data (stored by any means) which is capable of conversion into an image within paragraph (a).

(3) “Image” does not include an indecent photograph, or indecent pseudophotograph, of a child (because they were already illegal under an earlier act - p).

(5) “Child”, subject to subsection (6), means a person under the age of 18 (i.e. not just someone under the British age of consent of sixteen - p)

(6) Where an image shows a person the image is to be treated as an image of a child

if—

(a) the impression conveyed by the image is that the person shown is a child, or

(b) the predominant impression conveyed is that the person shown is a child despite the fact that some of the physical characteristics shown are not those of a child.

(7) References to an image of a person include references to an image of an imaginary person.

(8) References to an image of a child include references to an image of an imaginary child.

66 Penalties

(2) The offender is liable—

(a) on summary conviction, to imprisonment for a term not exceeding 12 months or a fine not exceeding the statutory maximum, or both;

(b) on conviction on indictment, to imprisonment for a term not exceeding 3 years or a fine, or both.

I have cut out some subsections on film material, context of the images, legal holders of such material and Northern Ireland.

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For people in a lot of countries, 314mm (12.3 inches) of rain in twenty-four hours doesn’t sound very surprising. But, reputation to the contrary, England rarely has very heavy rain (the previous daily record was 279mm in Dorset in 1955) and the downpour in Cumbria yesterday was devastating in its effects. A policeman, Bill Barker, was killed when the bridge he was shepherding people away from collapsed, in Workington. His body was washed into the Solway Firth by the River Derwent and recovered from the beach ten miles further north, at Allonby, during the afternoon. Three other bridges collapsed. Fire officers were wading chest-deep through the streets of Cockermouth to rescue people who had found themselves trapped in minutes, and helicopters were rescuing families who had had to break through their own roofs to get out. Schools are closed and Bassenthwaite Lake, which lies high in the fells above the towns, has overflowed and closed one of my favourite roads, the A66. There are some good pictures on the BBC Cumbria website.

Ireland is similarly affected, as is most of the rest of the north-west of England and south-west Scotland. All we had in the south-east was an ordinary wet November day.

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Hands over ears and whimpering. Spotify is going to lose me until they remove the advertisement for Sky High Definition that refers to it as 'Sky Haitch Dee'. It doesn't even sound natural to the chap doing the ad; more like a pathetic attempt at talking down to a (nowadays small, imo) part of their audience.

And why does LJ's 'detect location' place me in Clifton, which is 150 miles away? If our IP address is dynamically allocated by BT every time we reset the router, I suppose it could be anywhere in the UK - must keep checking to see if I move.

Current Mood:
irritated irritated
Current Music:
Stereophonics (rather improbably)
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I have been listening to some of the 'Historic Moments' on the BBC's new Democracy Live website (which carries live feeds of proceedings in the Commons, the Lords, the regional assemblies and the European Parliament) and I am amused by the fact that Michael Foot (leader of the Labour Party in the early eighties) sounds exactly like Michael Flanders - so much so that one expects Donald Swann to chip in at any moment.

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Being reminded of the twentieth anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall by [info]ellid , I am going to indulge in an anecdote. 

When I was a teenager, I met a family friend of my then boyfriend, whose father worked for a German company.  Horst had been born in Berlin, and when it was divided, he and his widowed mother found themselves on the outside, in East Germany.  Horst’s mother was desperate to join her family in West Germany and she evolved a hair-raising plan.

The Berlin underground system continued to run through both zones, and at the beginning trains stopped at stations on both sides, but those getting off in West Berlin were required to show their papers to the guards stationed in each carriage.  The guards were deployed in threes, on the principle that one would defect, two would conspire to defect, but if there were three, one would shop the other two. Horst's mother coached seven-year-old Horst in what he had to do: he was to leave the train behind a friendly-looking woman who was travelling with several children, and once they were out of the station, he was to get her attention and give her a letter from his mother.  Then Horst’s mother would try to get through on her own as soon as possible. 

This they carried out.  Horst and his mother spent several days travelling on the trains in the early afternoon, when primary school children got out of school and were likely to be collected by their mothers.  When Horst’s mother eventually spotted a likely family who were getting off in West Berlin, she prodded poor terrified little Horst towards them, and he followed her instructions.  He was lucky – the family were kind and conscientious, and took him in, reassured him and left posters with his mother’s name and their phone number outside the station. Two and a half weeks later, Horst’s mother telephoned and the whole family rushed to meet her and take her to their apartment. They helped Horst and his mother get on their way to her family in Bavaria, and the families remained friends for life.

Those must have been the longest two and a half weeks of Horst’s life.

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Facebook has a habit of proffering people it thinks one might wish to friend, based on a rather loose algorithm. And it has just suggested one Nicholas John Griffin, the chairman of the British National Party, to a university contemporary of mine. I wonder if the best approach is to ignore the suggestion, in the spirit of dignified contempt, or to accept it and bombard him with anti-fascist thoughts? Oh, the friend in question is Jewish.
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Well, I thought this would be rather interesting, as a European lefty:

Your result for The Are You a Patriotic American? Test...

Somewhat Patriotic

You scored 66% US Philosophy, 30% American Pride, 73% Involvement, and 0% Citizen Status!

This test measured you according to four criteria: Philosophy, Pride, Involvement and Citizen Status.



Philosophy reflects whether you agree with the philosophical foundations of the United States, such as: liberty, equality, democracy (though limited, not absolute), capitalism, checks and balances, constitutionalism, etc.



Pride reflects your assessment of the factual reality and history of the United States as a nation. It is your opinion as to whether the United States has been a "good" country and whether it has acted rightly or not.



Involvement reflects your level of political activism--whether you act to stay informed of what is going on in the world, and what you do on the basis of that information.



Citizen Status simply reflects whether you claimed to be a citizen of the U.S. when asked by this test.



It is the opinion of this test that, of these four factors, the only one that matters when it comes to being considered a Patriotic American is one's score in the first category--Philosophy. Therefore, if you scored between 0-33% in that category, you have been rated 'Unpatriotic'; 34-66%, 'Somewhat Patriotic'; 67-100% 'Patriotic'.



Certainly, the other categories provide interesting information for your (and others') consideration. However, they are not crucial for Patriotism, and they do not necessarily reflect a love, or its lack, for one's country. Regarding American Pride, some people will be surprised that it does not affect the outcome of the test; some people will be upset by this. However, if a person supports every military action the United States has ever engaged in, but does not really support his neighbors' right to live their lives in the ways that they see fit, then they do not truly love the United States. Further, and despite much of the rhetoric some political pundits engage in, a truly Patriotic American can be highly critical of many of the actions undertaken by the U.S. throughout history. Certainly, much of what the United States has done has been done poorly or for the wrong reasons. And while the author of this test believes that the United States has been mainly a force for good in the world (and the most-free, best nation ever to exist), he respects the opinions of those who would disagree with him and fully supports their right to dissent. For that is what America is all about.



Regarding Involvement, it has been said that eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. This is true, however it is also true that liberty means that people can be as involved, or not involved, as they want. Choosing not to vote, while perhaps unwise, is as much an exercise of political liberty as anything else. Certainly, however, a low score in involvement might mean that a person could stand to try to be more aware of current events, or more actively involved in shaping them, because sometimes they matter.



Regarding Citizen Status, I am certain that many people will believe that to truly be a Patriotic American, one must be a citizen of the United States. However, that is not so. One of the traits that sets the U.S. apart from many other nations in history, is that it is a country not organized specifically around a particular ethnicity, language, religion, culture or common historical origin, but a shared political ideology. The United States is organized around a common love of liberty, individual rights and free expression. This, in part, accounts for the unending stream of immigration starting from the very conception of the nation and continuing on to the present day. In today's United States, there are many thousands who are not citizens, and yet who live in the United States and share its dreams (and many of them will be citizens when they are able). The author would even argue that there are many Patriotic Americans who have never yet even set foot on U.S. soil. There are no requirements of language, skin color, religion, sexual orientation or particular condition of any other personal detail to be a "true American." Just a love of liberty.



I hope that the test was either entertaining, educational or some combination of the two. I appreciate your taking it. If you have any serious question/comment, the author is always glad to discuss this subject or any other (though please keep in mind my initial warnings--you knew what this test was about when you decided to take it). Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in the following:



Nerds, Geeks & Dorks



Professional Wrestling



Love & Sexuality


Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Thanks Again! -- THE ARE YOU A PATRIOTIC AMERICAN? TEST

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