The Foodbook: Embarrassment, Innovation and Gadgetry - a reality check

Junk - Paul McCartney 

The Foodbook, I do not find this clever or innovative, sorry to say, (see the below clip). Even less do I the suggested idea one Blogger put for using it as a lunch-box - EMBARRASSMENT. Should we be embarrassed by carrying what is obviously the food we will be consuming lunch later in the day? Get real! What is embarrassing about carrying a bag of food or normal lunch-box to work? Have we evolved, or maybe I should say "devolved", socially that eating and the way we transport our food should be so embarrassing, that we need to hide it. As a friend pointed out, a lunch-box was once a form of social distinction. This distinction died decades ago.

Are people losing their sense of social reality in the face of aggressive media which promotes fads, so called “new ideas” and advertisements of products, pushing them down our throats as encouragement to how we should think or feel? We are living in a world that is promoting so much  innovative junk and  gadgetry as simplifiers in life for the kitchen, for the house, for work or just for use in everyday life. They do not generally make life simpler or heaven forbid less "embarrassing", just encourage people to waste financial resources and clutter their lives with trendy garbage.

Art, Books, Movies, Music, and all that jazz

"A true critic ought to dwell upon excellencies rather than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a writer, and communicate to the world such things as are worth their observation." 

Joseph Addison 

It is all a point of view. Rediscovering my old blogs and and what I want to do with each of them. So what the hell am I going to do with them? Well that is finally coming to some sort of epiphany of thought and hopefully leading to a new era - for each and every one of them.

The new era for "The Celestial Poet" will encompass the multitude of themes not covered by the theme dedicated blogs. Some of those blogs may, on occasion, share posts with this one. This one is however going to be about me, my interests and on occasions my ramblings as a  mad poet and writer.

Yearning for the chic

Barbie A Fashion Fairytale

Yesterday, as I wandered through my district in Vienna (well my part of that district), I realised how few shops had any decent chic or elegant summer clothes this year. The softer look, or even a bolder elegance. This year seems to be all about colour - in your face colour, not much choice of pretty softer colours or bold elegant colours.

I don’t think it is getting older that is driving this yearning for a chicer or elegant look. I am sure there will be plenty of women who live in Vienna, of all ages, embracing the “new” season’s colours. Colours, which crop up every 4 to 5 years, in an endless cycle, by a need of some fashion houses, designers, and manufacturers to satisfy the “what do we do next” question. I get the impression, that when they can’t find an answer, they rush for the in your face colours, that can’t even be described as primary colours. I actually like primary colours.

So it begins...AGAIN!

A number of circumstances in the past few year, saw me abandoning any attempt to add posts to this blog. Well the time has now come to revive. It has been a long journey getting back here, culminating last year in the loss of the dearest person in the world. My one constant support and lifeline through my entire life - my Dad. He was with me, even when I failed to see it. I still believe he is with me now, just not there when I would like to talk to him. he liked my blogs when I started them, and I owe it to him to revive them.

Hopenhagen

Next week commences the most important Conference facing one of the most dire issues affecting our planet.

Please Seal the Deal and at the same time why not get yourself an environmental passport. I just did:

Horizon’s Kiss

Horizon’s Kiss

I look out,

I see earth kiss the sky.

I reach out,

Am I earth or am I sky?

You reach out,

Are you earth or are you sky?

I see you there,

Where earth touches sky.

© W. Heron, 2008

Time is the villain...

Salvador Dali - The Persistence of Memory, 1931

Time is the villain...

Time is the villain that makes childhood a place of sadness by the ego of a self-centred parent.

Time is the villain that denies the child her formative years by serious life choices.

Time is the villain that causes life to be serious, devoid and robbed of joy by the falsity of friends.

Time is the villain that shows false friends to have only loyalty to enhancement of their petty egos.

Time is the villain that reveals the truth of human nature which saddens and truly breaks your heart.

Time is the villain that proves an individual will sell their soul for the guise of seeming mediocre fame.

Time is the villain that robs a spirit the ability to trust in the ideal of promised happiness based on a lies.

Time is the villain that kills a kind soul's refreshing faith in the existence of goodness in others.

Time is the villain that challenges your ideal of truth when it is finally documented and revealed to you.

Time is the villain that endeavours to convince you that evil behaviour should be paid in kind.

Time is the villain that makes your pray nightly that the ones you love will remain while you go first.

Time is the villain that is no more when conquered by friends of truth, who devoid of ego, value loyalty.

Time is the villain that takes a new dear friend's loved parent and yet they apologise for not being there.

Time is the villain that defeated shows the friend’s talent to be glorious in creativity and glorious in written word.

Time is the villain that once subdued can refresh the weary soul, by words so wonderful and pure.

Time is the villain that can be mastered by remembering that ego receives fleeting insignificant reward.

Time is the villain that is overcome by the generosity of the spirit and the happiness given to others.

Time is the villain that can be vanquished by the acceptance of truth and the glory of generous friends.

Time is the villain that is surmounted by strength of character and the heart which is pure and as fresh as white snow.

Time is the villain that the victory of hope can destroy, unless time is the villain that assumes the guise of death.

© W. Heron, 2008

Dave Small - A dear friend and a great musician

What can I say about Dave, a lot and never quite enough. I have been to a number of concerts in Second Life, not to discount those in Real Life, and of all those I have been to, no-one compares to Dave. In voice or that amazing talent for composing lyrics, Dave is unmatched by anyone in SL and I suspect if he had gotten the right exposure in RL he would have been up there with the best of them.

The Sunflower is ever bright.

The Sunflower is ever bright.

As a child she laughed so delightedly,

To watch in wonder as the big bright happy flower,

Would face the sun with the morning’s glowing light,

And face it through until the break of night.

As she grew she would sweetly smile,

As each season brought a bright new happy flower,

Once more it would be face the sun in the morning,

And still follow it through until brink of night.

As the child went through the first of life crises,

She could still find the time to smile, not quite an adult,

At the season’s flower which again would face the sun,

From the morning through until the night.

As an adult filled with life pains, wounded so oft,

She tries to smile, though tears well in her eyes,

At a new bright flower that turns to follow the sun,

From the morning until the start of night.

© W. Heron, 2008

Yes, there is also poetry!

An angel feather falls free...

An angel feather falls free

to float softly to the snowy ground.

An angel feather falls free

to shower blessings when found.

An angel feather falls free

to gracefully settle without a sound.

An angel feather falls free

to the wing no longer bound.

An angel feather fell free

to the pure snow covered ground.

© W. Heron, 2008