The aforementioned …

… muppets. Are on again.

Deep meaningful discussions and gentle ribaldry about footie, delivered in the smooth corporate world of today.

Footie, is a colloquialism and likely heard about in North America? As Soccer. Because, ya’ know “football ”  is already taken.

What if we all agreed to call it Footie? So all the corporate presentations can stay the same all they need to do is write or say footie, when what they would have said is, “soccer”.

The bruisers in the NFL can lower the hackles, then and yeah too … the guys in my fave game in Canada, the CFL. I know there are colleges leagues etc. other leagues. Then “Football” in Europe, was ever the more popular game of rugby.

My uncle who came west; over the deep pool of the Atlantic Ocean. Loved baseball, though he was a golf nut. Followed NY Yankees and then also Montreal Expos.

Games are everywhere. Like the ones of Rome during reigns of Nero, Caligula and the like. The games were diversions put forth; to distract the public, from their shenanigans.

I am a sucker for the world cup. Not the corporate nonsense but watching games back and forth. Seen it a million times. Fans in odd clothes,  hats, etc Unlike basketball, never dull.

Volleyball is a pleasant option. Tennis? When younger!! Golf ? … bletch.

The most pleasant thing about a round of golf is the walk.

I wonder if the talking heads can get it right? It’s … FOOTIE

 

Do things go better …

… with coke?

Sitting here watching a stream of TSN’s coverage of world cup 2018 in Russia.

Cue… ” boogie ghost” sounds … Cos it’s Russia, right?

The main protagonists being Serbia and Switzerland. interest was piqued, with flags displayed at beginning.

Would be the first to admit, I know little of Serbia. Really, becoming a country after the collapse of the political country called Yugoslavia. I can remember that one being popular with European tourists. They often had success in sports venues. Once that union had fallen apart. The conflict may be seen elsewhere? So Serbia is at the world cup of, soccer or, football as most in the world know it. Looking at the size of the country on a map. We may see this landlocked country being not the smallest yet also not really large in North American sense. However they are playing currently in that competition.

Republic of Serbia

So seeing their flag of the double-headed eagle. The interest was developed.

The double-headed eagle can be confused with the double-headed serpent. Though I have seen argument, they are interchangeable?

Either way, the motif has something going on beside the obvious.

Okay, that has little to do with this post.

TSN has the usual panel format; of wanna’ be jocks and being talking heads. The fancy electronic gizmos and egos just bursting out.

They recite the obvious and follow the corporate line.

So the company Coca-Cola is the corporate sponsor. Am I allowed to write that, without being censored or sued?

They have adopted a slogan for the event. It’s so puerile, I do not remember it. It has something to do with not being slow, with getting it in for the half-time break.

Half time break and these muppets have their bottles displayed, prominently.

They are always full at each break. The levels never vary. My question is, do they replace each bottle at each show? Or are they fake to begin with?

Yeah, probably fake! I briefly considered they recapped and used again and again. Yet it may plainly be seen, no carbonation.

I ain’t got no carbonation …

So do things really go better, with this product … ??

 

 

The Jumblies …

We read it like this … blog

I

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
   In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
   In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!”
They called aloud, “Our Sieve ain’t big,
But we don’t care a button! we don’t care a fig!
   In a Sieve we’ll go to sea!”
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.

II

They sailed in a Sieve, they did,
   In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon by way of a sail,
   To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,"
0 won’t they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it’s extremely wrong
   In a Sieve to sail so fast!”
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.

III

The water it soon came in, it did,
   The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
   And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, “How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
   While round in our Sieve we spin!”
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.

IV

And all night long they sailed away;
   And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
   In the shade of the mountains brown.
“0 Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
   In the shade of the mountains brown!”
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
   To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
   And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
   And no end of Stilton Cheese.
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI

And in twenty years they all came back,
   In twenty years or more,
And every one said, “How tall they’ve grown!
For they’ve been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
   And the hills of the Chankly Bore”;
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, “If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,--
   To the hills of the Chankly Bore!”
      Far and few, far and few,
         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
         And they went to sea in a Sieve.


Edward Lear

The Walrus and the Carpenter …

The sun was shining on the sea, 
   Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make 
   The billows smooth and bright-- 
And this was odd, because it was
   The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily, 
   Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there 
   After the day was done-- 
“It’s very rude of him," she said,
   “To come and spoil the fun!”

The sea was wet as wet could be, 
   The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud because 
   No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead-- 
   There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter 
   Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see 
   Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away," 
   They said, “it would be grand!”

“If seven maids with seven mops 
   Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said, 
   “That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
   And shed a bitter tear.

“Oh Oysters, come and walk with us!” 
   The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, 
   Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four, 
   To give a hand to each.”

The eldest Oyster looked at him, 
   But never a word he said;
The eldest Oyster winked his eye, 
   And shook his heavy head-- 
Meaning to say he did not choose 
   To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up, 
   All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, 
   Their shoes were clean and neat-- 
And this was odd, because, you know, 
   They hadn’t any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them, 
   And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last, 
   And more and more and more-- 
All hopping through the frothy waves, 
   And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
   Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
   Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood 
   And waited in a row.

“The time has come," the Walrus said, 
   “To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
   Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot-- 
   And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, 
   “Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath, 
   And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter. 
   They thanked him much for that.

“A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, 
   “Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
   Are very good indeed--
Now, if you’re ready, Oysters dear, 
   We can begin to feed.”

“But not on us!” the Oysters cried, 
   Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be 
   A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine," the Walrus said, 
   “Do you admire the view?

“It was so kind of you to come! 
   And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but 
   “Cut us another slice.
I wish you were not quite so deaf-- 
   I’ve had to ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame," the Walrus said, 
   “To play them such a trick.
After we’ve brought them out so far, 
   And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but 
   “The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you," the Walrus said:
   “I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out 
   Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief 
   Before his streaming eyes.

“Oh Oysters," said the Carpenter, 
   “You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?” 
   But answer came there none-- 
And this was scarcely odd, because
   They’d eaten every one.

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Brane-theory …

It is said by scientists that dimensions, more than three,
all wrapped up inside a universe of what our eyes can see.

The wonderment of what that means is lost,
beside being more than solitary. In our daily lives.

Brings and comparisons, perceptions of size.
From our brain we look out. Along a central axis, length it defies.

 

Up, which way is up? Makes a second dimension we may understand?
One that is oblong, round or squared

Then we see the depth, if one is so blessed? The depth, or length, of which is perceived in physical edge.

Dimensions we still see, the boundaries are set
perception are met 3-D world and time, are functions

Parallel worlds in possibilities yet hid within,
the delicate Calabi-Yau, manifold of the heavens

 

Backstabbing …

Backstabbing, backbiting, back’atcha’?
Backdoor, clean floor with windows.
The nation’s press is full of woe
from those who intend to govern

With schemes and machinations
Back behind the scenes
Sneak one through, get it passed.
Is dream-ed, Sleep with the plunder.

Section ‘D’ is what they need
chase the whim
Follow the master; bow at the feet.
when asked, “a name”? They but mutter

If you oppose be on your toes
be ready for snakebite and venom
for one may suppose, what is done
Robespierre has little equal

Satellites, big lights. dark knights
Anti matter or quasars?
Gathered in like original sin
spewed out on the sphere

Birds of a feather …

Dawn breaks! dimly, we may see
The birds swoop from the few trees around.
Anxiously looking for food

Even in the benign winter,
late autumnal daybreak
A clear night, foggy early morning

Sees the early morning visit
Around the hotel trash bins
Moving stealthily, hopping around the sleeping tires.

A few minutes, with the deed done
A dash back into the sheltering trees
off to the next spot where food is easily got

Their silent fluttering forms
as if falling leaves, gentle in their descents
Grey, white feather filled, early morning assault.