tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16297785.post8210115096025257785..comments2023-08-01T11:38:59.535+01:00Comments on Caro's Lines: Real IllusionsCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05635758748108011584noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16297785.post-46694396911151695002008-03-26T21:33:00.000+00:002008-03-26T21:33:00.000+00:00Yes it all holds together even when there is nothi...Yes it all holds together even when there is nothing there... odd isn't it?Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05635758748108011584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16297785.post-46398233511278574142008-03-25T21:50:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:50:00.000+00:00Many things are 'clicking' for me in this post - i...Many things are 'clicking' for me in this post - ideas I've been pondering as the result of Tolle's book: memories vs. experience - thinking vs. experiencing - peeling back the layers...like an onion, what do you get when you reach the center? Yet it all holds together...<BR/><BR/>Also the etymology of names and words - I just gave K. a book that was a collection of foreign words and phrases...then received a comment in a foreign language a previous post that had me tracking down the language to find the definition - so far I've only deciphered a couple of words though...<BR/><BR/>Another lovely rainbow you've found! xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16297785.post-90329966465402544562008-03-25T11:21:00.000+00:002008-03-25T11:21:00.000+00:00Dru - Google now produces one hit - this post! It ...Dru - Google now produces one hit - this post! <BR/><BR/>It was a strange programme all round... and as someone who used to live at "Blue Boys Cottage" I was most interested in the theories that involved being coloured by one's occupation. The story that went with the cottage was that the blue boys were dyers using indigo in the cloth industry in the Cotswolds and luckily there aren't any naturally blue people to muddy the waters on this one. <BR/><BR/>Though other meanings might well turn out to be the case... like all those pubs whose names are (apparently) corruptions of old phrases...Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05635758748108011584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16297785.post-68413929992347610662008-03-25T06:46:00.000+00:002008-03-25T06:46:00.000+00:00I listened to that programme too; the pub landlor...I listened to that programme too; the pub landlord referring to Lem Sissay's "ethnic persuasion" was unintentionally hilarious, I thought... my bogusmeter swung wildly on that story of the toast "to the black boy over the sea". Googling turned up no results, as opposed to plenty of hits for "the king over the water" and "the gentleman in black velvet" which were, of course, Jacobite toasts. I wonder... dodgy things, facts. I prefer truth, so usually only read fiction.Dru Marlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03697874363783821382noreply@blogger.com