Bye Bye for now!

I've decamped! I've gone over to the dark side!
Seriously, I had too many things on Wordpress, it was getting confusing trying to edit everything. So, I've transfered the whole kit and caboodle here http://sarahmonteith.wordpress.com/

Do come and see me!

On Hearing

In semiotics, a sign is "something that stands for something else, to someone in some capacity". It may be understood as a discrete unit of meaning, and includes words, images, gestures, scents, tastes, textures, sounds – essentially all of the ways in which information can be communicated as a message by any sentient, reasoning mind to another. Wikipedia, 11th August, 2009.
In memory of Jane Taylor, 19 October 1958- 9th August 2009.


Don't take this as a sign
that I grow maudlin

My misery is attributable
to specific time
fixed space

the fluidity and lightness of my interaction
with the world
nailed
abruptly,
to a moment encapsulated.

She
died.

the neutral neural mind
absorbs the signifier
and

retrieves

the termination
of relational involvement

tearful heat of
those close

excruciating torment
as free- falling grief
commences

And tries hard to reject
the words
to rewrite
the signified

to revisit
the youthful, juvenille self
who could have made more
if she'd only
known.

Not Perfect

Just because I adore him. And, because he's so very very clever, and his other songs make me laugh so very much, and maybe it's just me, and where I'm at with everything at the moment, but this has never, NEVER failed to make me cry...

Not Perfect
Tim Minchin

This is my Earth, and I live in it
It’s one third dirt, and two thirds water
And it rotates and revolves through space at rather an impressive pace
And never even messes up my hair- and here’s the really weird thing
The force created by its spin is the force that stops the chaos flooding in

This is my Earth
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my house, and I live in it
It’s made of cracks and photographs
We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy
Who bought it from a guy whose grandad left it to him
And the weirdest thing is that this house has locks to keep the baddies out
But they’re mostly used to lock ourselves in

This is my house
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect
But it's mine

This is my body, and I live in it
It’s 31 and 6 months old- it’s changed a lot since it was new
It’s done stuff it wasn’t built to do, I often try to fill it up with wine...
And the weirdest thing about it is I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me

This is my body
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect

This is my brain, and I live in it
It’s made of love and bad song lyrics
It’s tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my fucked up thoughts can hide,
Cos God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weirdest thing about a mind
Is that every answer that you find is the basis of a brand new cliché

This is my brain
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect
I’m not quite sure I’ve worked out how to work it
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine



(go watch him sing it... it's so lovely... and it's here... )

Advertiser Scan

Advertiser Scan
Originally uploaded by smont

The Ormskirk Advertiser printed the letter I sent them based on my blog below about the BNP and voting. I'm really made up :-) x

Our Turn...

In 2004 the USA re-elected George Bush, in dubious circumstances and with questionable majorities. Lots of people in America were very concerned and upset about this state of affairs, and the impact it would have on the view that the rest of the world had on their country. So, some of them created a website- sorryeveryone.com- on which they posted pictures and messages of themselves apologising for the turn of events.

Last night, this country heard it had elected right wing facists to represent us in Europe. I'm saying no more on that as my words would be deeply unpleasant. But, suffice to say... I think it's our turn. I'm ashamed of my country doing this. America, for the first time, has a black president; we manage, probably through sheer apathy, to elect both the leader of the national front and the (convicted criminal) chairman of the BNP as MEPs.

I mailed them this last night.


The link is here if you want to follow suit.

Babies, Bathwater and the BNP...

It's not very often I feel moved to write about politics, but I find myself growing increasingly concerned by the extent to which the upcoming European Elections are being overshadowed by the issues over MP's expenses.

Don't get me wrong- I am totally in favour of a thorough police investigation, of reform of the system that allowed this greed, of MP's no longer being able to create their own rules in matters such as this- knowing that power corrupts, we really need to save them from themselves. And when I think of the £400,000 (give or take) in salary, pension benefits and expenses that the European Parliament members are entitled to, with never a receipt in sight, I know reform is badly needed there too.

But, could we postpone our anger for a few days, please?
Just until after Thursday?

I only ask, because at the moment there is a real danger of the BNP winning seats. And if they do, they are going to be there, in power, representing us, for the next five years.

It's not easy to understand how the proportional voting system works in European Parliament, but essentially, your vote counts more in some ways than in our national elections. It is within your power to prevent the BNP from winning seats.

The UK is divided into 12 regions for the purposes of this election, and my region is the North West, which includes Liverpool, Manchester and Lancaster. If the BNP win in this area, we will be represented by, amongst others, Nick Griffin, chairman of the BNP, convicted of distributing material likely to incite racial hatred (a magazine denying that the Holocaust took place), Martin Wingfield, arrested, prosecuted and imprisoned under the Race Relations Act following distribution of racist literature and Eddy O'Sullivan, who after posting comments so vile on his facebook page that even his hate ridden party threatened to suspend him, defended himself by saying, "It was supposed to be a private conversation. I also may have had a drink at the time. I don't believe those comments are racist."

I do not want these people to represent me. But I can't stop them on my own. So, people, I'm begging you- whatever you think about politicians, however angry you are, please, please choose to use your vote. There are plenty of options- if you're protesting that you don't want to be in Europe, vote UKIP; if you want to protest against the three main parties, vote Green- use this guide if you need some help choosing. Just don't protest by not voting, not this time.

Here is some really helpful information about voting.
It's apolitical,but anti-extremist. It's only one page long. Have a quick look.

And here is what our ballot paper will look like in the North West.
You just have to mark an 'x'. It will take seconds.

Thursday June 4th.
Thanks.

If you want to see what the ballot paper in your area will look like, or to download (free) copies of the 'euro-vote' flyer, go to makemyvotecount.org.uk

Sizzling Hot!

Someone gave me this a few years ago cut out of a newspaper- don't know which one. I'm not normally in favour of the slightly sexist slant these articles can sometimes take (either in favour of male OR female) but this one seems to me to be fairly accurate!
Anyway, it still makes me laugh, so given the predictions for the coming summer, I thought I'd share...


When a man volunteers to do the BBQ, the following chain of events is set in motion:

1) The woman buys the food.

2) The woman cleans the salad, prepares the dips and makes pudding.

3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill ? beer in hand. The woman pours herself a large glass of white wine. Here comes the important part:

4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL! Commander of the Coals, he brandishes the tongs in a manly fashion. Everything about his posture says: "This cooking lark's a doddle."

5) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery.

6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he Deals With The Situation. Another very important part:

7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

8) Inside, the woman cannot find a clean glass and starts drinking wine from the bottle. She scrapes the burnt bits off the lamb steaks and, from the oven, produces some M&S kebabs which she has bought, just in case. The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, cutlery, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.

9) After eating, the woman clears the table and loads the dishwasher. And most important of all:

10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "Her night off". Woman grips barbecue skewer tightly. Says nothing.