tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88499420524911997352024-02-07T05:26:25.711+01:00Happy Bits and PiecesCaz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-4619774439545893612015-07-02T09:00:00.000+02:002015-07-02T09:00:09.313+02:00An introduction by Neil Gaiman to C. Anthony Martignetti's book "Beloved Demons"<br />
An excerpt from the introduction Neil Gaiman wrote for "Beloved Demons" by C. Anthony Martignetti:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28px; text-indent: 30px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"Do not give either of us gifts: give us the tale that accompanies the gift. That is what makes the gift worth having."</span></span></blockquote>
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Neil Gaiman in this <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/Cool_Stuff/Essays/Introductions/Eight_Views_of_Mount_Fuji" target="_blank">post</a></div>
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I love the idea of giving stories. <br />
The collected items in my house each have their own story, their own tale. <br />
Some are short; some are long - some found, inherited or given.<br />
I treasure them all. <br />
The stories are the reason I travel the world as much as I can. <br />
Them, and the people you meet along the way. <br />
They have tales to tell, too. <br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-15391369267098498862015-06-28T16:05:00.000+02:002015-06-28T16:05:40.763+02:00PatienceWhen it comes to bird watching, you have to have patience. You have to be able to move slowly in the shadows, to stand perfectly still, to hold your position for the longest of time. It is a test of wills. You against the silence of the woods. And sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you get to see a glimpse of the magic which birds of prey adds to the world. Moments like that will haunt you forever. A moment like that can be the beginning of the strangest of journeys, or simply change your life.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"They were above a stand of pines, right there. And then they were gone. One minute my pair of goshawks was describing lines from physics textbooks in the sky, and then nothing at all. I don't remember looking down, or away. Perhaps I blinked. Perhaps it was as simple as that. And in that tiny black gap which the brain disguises they'd dived into the wood."</span></i></blockquote>
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<i>"H is for Hawk"</i> by Helen Macdonald, p. 9</div>
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This book is the story of how Helen Macdonald became the owner of a hawk. Of her struggle to train it. In between the pages you will find beautiful descriptions of the nature surrounding her, and she will enlighten you about falcons and hawks. Her words will make you long to get out there, to see the wildness for yourself and, perhaps, to be a part of it all.<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-2216818417592988552015-06-22T22:03:00.000+02:002015-06-22T22:03:22.511+02:00Existing in the pause<div>
Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer are perhaps two of the most amazing writers I know. They have a way with words that borders on magical - words that burrow deep into your heart and stay there for the longest of time. I wish I could do something to help them through the difficult days they are facing just now. I wish I could do more than simply send my love.</div>
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Amanda Palmer in her <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/2706656" target="_blank">journal</a></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; text-align: center;">"It doesn't feel like real time. Normally, we breathe in and we breathe out, and we never notice the beat between the breath. Right now we are living in the place between the inhalation and the exhalation, existing in the pause."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">Neil Gaiman in his <a href="http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2015/06/existing-in-pause.html" target="_blank">journal</a></span></div>
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Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-69347468074383829742015-06-15T03:46:00.000+02:002015-06-17T03:47:14.100+02:00Life, after all, is in the detail<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-29894568983414437312015-06-13T03:48:00.000+02:002015-06-18T21:03:18.962+02:00A new day - a new place - a new book<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px; text-align: center;">Girl: reading. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px; text-align: center;">A girl needs to be prepared for the wait, and what better than a book and some binoculars? I was all set for hours.</span><br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-86939799863276058602015-05-24T03:43:00.000+02:002015-06-17T03:44:35.417+02:00Old glass and curiosA mirror is a strange thing. Somehow this picture is showing my living room, and somehow it is not. All the elements are there, true, but the mirror makes the end result so striking I got completely baffled after taking the picture! I am finding it very hard to believe my living room could ever look this good.<br />
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I do love the old glass I have inherited or found in antique shops and my curio collection, though. This might be just a small part of everything I have collected, but at last I have found a way of displaying them. Happy days. An added bonus is I have better space in my library now, too!<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-56338916312269279362015-05-13T03:22:00.000+02:002015-06-17T03:36:25.820+02:00"A year of doing good" by Judith O'Reilly<br />
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365 good deeds. Can you even imagine it? It sounds so easy, just doing one good deed a day for a year, but after reading of O'Reilly's attempt (and success), I am in more doubt. Perhaps the odd good deed, without the pressure involved, is more suited for me. Or perhaps I am a chicken for not giving it a proper try. The world could very much need more people doing good - however small the act of kindness is. Even picking up litter on the ground can save a life - and that makes all the difference.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"A year of doing good"</i> by Judith O'Reilly</td></tr>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-4213351944131987742015-05-02T02:36:00.000+02:002015-06-17T02:37:28.934+02:00Reading togetherSome mornings you just want to keep in a bubble. You do not want the world to move on and out of that little piece of heaven you have managed to create. And for a while...that might actually work.<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-87029573964414600202015-04-29T23:09:00.000+02:002015-06-18T23:12:39.515+02:00The Fae QueenEver dreamt of the Fae? Ever seen or felt a vague glimpse of the Vale and the mysteries lying beyond? Sometimes some of the Fae leaves the Vale. Sometimes humans get entry. And sometimes, shadows are made.<br />
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"She dreams of two shooting stars, dancing across heaven. They spin, twirling and circling each other.<br />[...] Caderyn runs with her bare feet skimming the dewy grass, as she tries to keep up with the stars. With her face lifted to the heavens above, she smiles watching them as they break through." </blockquote>
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loc 150, <i>"Fae Queen"</i> by Lynn Landes</div>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-77922529401187907802015-04-20T04:39:00.000+02:002015-06-17T04:41:09.308+02:00Svalbard<div style="text-align: center;">
- the land of ice, polar bears, snow mobiles, views and friends - </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me being me, I even found books to collect up here...!</td></tr>
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Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-79741406106603260632015-04-14T00:21:00.000+02:002015-06-17T00:23:31.028+02:00Libraries can be most poetic, too.<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-49415561128873199062015-04-02T22:40:00.000+02:002015-06-18T22:41:12.665+02:00Sora's QuestWhen a young noble Lady finds a necklace after her mother, a journey begins.<br />
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A journey that all but erases all the earlier traces of nobility in the young girl, and instead leads her to discover a magical world where dangers and death hide around corners, love can be found in a cold stranger and the clue to survival is friendship.<br />
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Sora used to dream of adventures and travels - and now she is smack in the middle of it. This is the first book in the series about Sora and her friends, and I enjoyed it immensely. Even the covers of the books draw you in - the first one is simply stunning.<br />
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p. 160, "Sora's Quest" by T. L. Shreffler</div>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-13957622363355065462015-03-23T03:21:00.000+01:002015-06-17T03:22:18.196+02:00Quotes can be many things<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-26363360588879432372015-03-16T03:19:00.000+01:002015-06-17T03:20:04.945+02:00A book purse!<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-71240527353977102642015-03-03T23:55:00.000+01:002015-06-16T23:56:18.289+02:00Geeky!<br />
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Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-53721062830033131192015-02-28T03:13:00.000+01:002015-06-17T03:16:51.536+02:00A glimpse of my library wallAt last I have gotten some of my acquired art up on the wall, although I am far from done. I love how the pictures have transformed the feeling of the room already.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reading corner in my library</td></tr>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-54433911797226946872015-02-26T23:51:00.000+01:002015-06-16T23:52:57.341+02:00Yep....<br />
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Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-78273300474212979642015-02-11T23:18:00.000+01:002015-06-18T23:21:42.338+02:00The Star Thief<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"<i>"Might as well make it look convincing,</i>" she said, picking it up and testing the weight in her hand.<br /> At least knocking herself out would stop the pounding in her head for a while."</span></blockquote>
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p. 384, <i>"The Star Thief"</i> by Jamie Grey</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"The Star Thief"</i> by Jamie Grey</td></tr>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-70511995544829587412015-02-05T04:32:00.000+01:002015-06-17T04:32:37.751+02:00Chilling in the shadows - with books, of course!<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-60151219225940949992015-02-04T04:29:00.000+01:002015-06-17T04:30:07.311+02:00Another volunteering experience!This time with an old dream of mine...dolphins! At the west coast of Australia you can find Shark Bay and Monkey Mia. This is a great place for learning about and meeting dolphins, doing research, swimming, sunbathing, reading books, having conversations, meeting new people...and to simply watch the dolphins play and hunt along the shore. These creatures are mysterious, fun and magical - all at once. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two of the lovely dolphins I was so lucky to meet <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; text-align: left;">♥</span></td></tr>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-76868017655834579922015-01-21T04:20:00.000+01:002015-06-17T04:21:18.232+02:00Some general store!This is how every general store should look! Go Australia!<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-90380222825260920962015-01-20T04:18:00.000+01:002015-06-17T04:18:58.532+02:00Books come in many shapes...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">My poor diary is falling apart, but to be fair that is to be expected when travelling the world its fifth (and sadly last) year in a row...</span></td></tr>
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-66159401288952541222015-01-20T04:15:00.000+01:002015-06-17T04:16:11.482+02:00Blind date with a book, anyone?I really loved this idea. I often judge a book by its cover, so this would be a new way of approaching and reading books for me. I wonder of the success rate, though...surely the very subjective descriptions on the books must give some misgivings or mishaps when it comes to purchases? Worth a try anyhow - even only for the fun of it.<br />
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<br />Caz' cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303407254999042263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849942052491199735.post-14821513094624346042015-01-10T03:10:00.000+01:002015-06-17T03:12:07.436+02:00A blanket or three is a must<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilly outside, warm inside <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; text-align: left;">♥</span></td></tr>
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