One photo a day, every day. Six months of the year gone already.
Six months of photos⤴
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Three in the Wild⤴
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Out in the garden after breakfast today – losing the cats under the long grass, marveling at all of the fruit on our apple and plum trees. It was hard to find a place to take a photo of only three apples in one frame, but I managed to zoom in on these three for today’s Daily Create. HT to Alan for the Monty Python reference in today’s challenge.
Three in the Wild – Bramley Apples flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Three in the Wild⤴
from NomadWarMachine
Out in the garden after breakfast today – losing the cats under the long grass, marveling at all of the fruit on our apple and plum trees. It was hard to find a place to take a photo of only three apples in one frame, but I managed to zoom in on these three for today’s Daily Create. HT to Alan for the Monty Python reference in today’s challenge.
Three in the Wild – Bramley Apples flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
UofG Chapel⤴
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I was feeling pretty low yesterday, but it was a lovely day and I was glad to travel up to uni for a couple of meetings. As I got off the bus I stopped to look over the Kelvin at the UofG Tower
UofG across the Kelvin flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Then walked up the path, past the caged flowers 
Caged Campion flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
At the top of the hill I made a diversion to look at the Lion and the Unicorn
Lion and Unicorn flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
And then, as I still had a few minutes before my meeting, I stopped at the Chapel to reflect for a few minutes
UofG Chapel flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
I’m not religious, far from it, but I remember bringing my parents here many years ago, and it helped to feel close to them yesterday.
UofG Chapel⤴
from NomadWarMachine
I was feeling pretty low yesterday, but it was a lovely day and I was glad to travel up to uni for a couple of meetings. As I got off the bus I stopped to look over the Kelvin at the UofG Tower
UofG across the Kelvin flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Then walked up the path, past the caged flowers
Caged Campion flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
At the top of the hill I made a diversion to look at the Lion and the Unicorn
Lion and Unicorn flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
And then, as I still had a few minutes before my meeting, I stopped at the Chapel to reflect for a few minutes
UofG Chapel flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
I’m not religious, far from it, but I remember bringing my parents here many years ago, and it helped to feel close to them yesterday.
JOMO – The Joy of Missing Out⤴
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As a bricoleur I have cultivated a habit of saying “yes”, and “yes, and …”, and this has opened me up to many wonderful experiences. Saying yes has helped me to:
- learn new skills
- meet interesting people – including a community to base my PhD on
- discover things I didn’t know that I wanted to know
- and more …
Of course, sometimes I still say no – and there’s a fine line to be trodden between accepting everything because one never knows what might come of it and saving some spare time in case an unexpected opportunity arises, but this is my spare time and I can use it pretty much as I like. However, this ‘just say yes’ attitude can lead me to be very stressed and overworked when I allow it to spill over into my working life, as it inevitably does. I’ve written before about my institution’s obsession with meetings, so I won’t repeat that rant.
Today I want share with you the relief that I have been experiencing since realising that I do have the right to say “no” sometimes, and the joy that I have been feeling when practicing that right. We’re all familiar, I think with FOMO (Fear of Missing Out), so maybe you’ve heard of its counterpart JOMO (Joy of Missing Out). In the same way as a smile is a frown upside down, these are often the flip sides of each other. So here’s some times recently that I’ve turned my FOMO into JOMO:
- Instead of being upset because a submission to a conference or journal has been rejected, rejoiced that I have the time free to do something more enjoyable
- Instead of worrying that I forgot to complete a Doodle for a meeting, happy danced that it was organised for a time that I couldn’t attend – thus letting me off the hook for further work
- Instead of feeling FOMO for a workshop on a ‘hot topic’ that I didn’t sign up for, notice that I have space in my working day to eat lunch
So here’s to more FOMO.
Knitting memories⤴
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With a new great nephew due soon, I’ve been spending time knitting for him – a hap to wrap him in when he arrives
134/365 Hap flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
A stripy jacket and jester hat from the same pattern I made for his big sister
136/365 Tiny Jester flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
And then, as I was wrapping them carefully in tissue paper to post them to my niece, I remembered that I had picked up some old baby patterns last time I was down south at mum’s – I think this is from the 1960s. I knew Rosie would appreciate me knitting something with a connection to mum.
Knitting pattern flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
I chose a pattern that I remembered making many years ago, looked out some pretty pale purple yarn and started knitting. When I copied the pattern (the original is very battered, and I didn’t think it would stand being carried around again), I noticed that it has some of mum’s notations.
Annotations flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
So as I’ve been knitting I’ve felt connected to mum. I’ve been remembering how I’d sometimes get myself into a state when my knitting went wrong, and throw it down in a temper. How mum would raise an eyebrow and tell me to leave it for another day. And how, the next day, I’d find that she’d picked it up after I’d gone to bed and unpicked the mess I’d made so I could carry on. I started knitting this because I wanted to create a memory for Rosie, and in doing this I’ve spent some happy hours revisiting my own memories.
Thanks, mum. Cardigan all finished and sewn up with ‘vintage’ buttons from my button tin.
Baby Cardigan flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
I hope Baby Bridges is not allergic to cats, as when I turned around to pack this up, this is what I found.
Cat cardigan flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
Knitting memories⤴
from NomadWarMachine
With a new great nephew due soon, I’ve been spending time knitting for him – a hap to wrap him in when he arrives
134/365 Hap flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
A stripy jacket and jester hat from the same pattern I made for his big sister
136/365 Tiny Jester flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
And then, as I was wrapping them carefully in tissue paper to post them to my niece, I remembered that I had picked up some old baby patterns last time I was down south at mum’s – I think this is from the 1960s. I knew Rosie would appreciate me knitting something with a connection to mum.
Knitting pattern flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
I chose a pattern that I remembered making many years ago, looked out some pretty pale purple yarn and started knitting. When I copied the pattern (the original is very battered, and I didn’t think it would stand being carried around again), I noticed that it has some of mum’s notations.
Annotations flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
So as I’ve been knitting I’ve felt connected to mum. I’ve been remembering how I’d sometimes get myself into a state when my knitting went wrong, and throw it down in a temper. How mum would raise an eyebrow and tell me to leave it for another day. And how, the next day, I’d find that she’d picked it up after I’d gone to bed and unpicked the mess I’d made so I could carry on. I started knitting this because I wanted to create a memory for Rosie, and in doing this I’ve spent some happy hours revisiting my own memories.
Thanks, mum. Cardigan all finished and sewn up with ‘vintage’ buttons from my button tin.
Baby Cardigan flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
I hope Baby Bridges is not allergic to cats, as when I turned around to pack this up, this is what I found.
Cat cardigan flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
Daily Photos⤴
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Unparalleled Misalignments⤴
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An excellent Daily Create today:
Unparalleled Misalignments are “pairs of non-synonymous phrases where the words in one phrase are each synonyms of the words in the other.” Did you see what we did there in the title of today’s Daily Create?
Ricki Heicklen has the market cornered on this, but put your own creativity to work and generate (old style brain powered) your own. Create one and then use it in authoritative message.
e.g. Making an unparalleled misalignment for that hot new two letter acronym:
artificial intelligence // ersatz sagacity
“I am of the opinion that Erastz Sagacity. can already do all of the jobs that we, as humans, do.”
I chose ‘virtual reality’ for my pair, and checked an online thesaurus for synonyms of virtual and reality. The phrase I decided on was ‘implicit truth’, though I swithered over whether ‘tacit’ was a better phrase.
“I am of the opinion that implicit truth is the future for meaningful collaboration”