I then thought I would get away by posting a couple of truly random photographs. But the very first one set in motion a train of really random thoughts, which I penned down in the 'compose post' window. So head across to Burrowers, Books & Balderdash to see if the post does justice to this photograph.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Random Musings
Around midnight, last night, after I got off a telecon with two of my collegues in the US, ironed the school uniform of the older one, and hunted down the missing white sock of the younger one, I realised a Random Wednesday post was due at Burrowers, Books & Balderdash. Since we post at noon GMT, technically, I had 17 1/2 hours to dash out a post, but today promised to be yet another day which could be called rhythmic only if cacophony is a rhythm, and I did not trust myself to find time to write anything reasonably coherent.
I then thought I would get away by posting a couple of truly random photographs. But the very first one set in motion a train of really random thoughts, which I penned down in the 'compose post' window. So head across to Burrowers, Books & Balderdash to see if the post does justice to this photograph.
I then thought I would get away by posting a couple of truly random photographs. But the very first one set in motion a train of really random thoughts, which I penned down in the 'compose post' window. So head across to Burrowers, Books & Balderdash to see if the post does justice to this photograph.
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Ha ha, legs were salacious in Victorian times only because they were hidden and forbidden. Today no one looks twice at legs because much more personal areas of female anatomy are on full display 24/7!
Rayna - I know all about those - er - rhythmic - days. Off to see your post...
@ Debra- the story in India is even funnier. Our body parts were on display till Victoria became the Empress of India, and till very recently we were perhaps the most prudish nation in the world.
Going back to the good old days, though.
@ Margot- going by the quality of your blog posts, I would never have suspected you had those rhythmic days!
Love the picture- that's great!
And this, "another day which could be called rhythmic only if cacophony is a rhythm" was great!
Love the photo! I love the way you see the world, Rayna! :)
Definitely a random and enlightening post! And they were definitely prudes.
As for pink shirts...I say HOT!
Hugs
SueAnn
So your thoughts went elsewhere, huh?
Ha! sounds exactly like we're having the same kind of days! Isn't that funny -- we must've posted the same theme about half a dozen times over the last month!
xo B
@ Aleta- thank you. I wrote that as a comment on another blog, then realised it applied to me.
@ Jemi- thank you.
@ SueAnn- they were, weren't they?
About the shirts, there are as many opinions as there are women!
@ Alex- they always do when I encounter them.
@ Barbara- and it was immediately after reading Deb's post of today that I decided not to try too hard to think of something to say.
Well, I liked the post a lot. We all have days like that and I hope your got better as it went on.
CD
It was a FABULOUS post--you came through in spades, my friend!
LOVE the photo. Gonna check out the post! I've missed coming by. This homeschooling thing is killing my cyberlife...
Wow you rocked it!!! Seriously rocked it!!!
I didn't know you were participating in NaBloWriMo!!! ME TOO :) Yay! Go TEAM!
What an interesting perspective!
@ Clarissa- we all do, don't we. Sometimes that sounds like the soundtrack of our lives
@ Hart- it was random, wasn't it? Must do it more often...
@ Tina- thank you. When I saw those guys sitting, I just had to click
@ Jen- thank you. And NaBloWriMo rocks, doesn't it?
@ Dorte- I think it started as a satire, and has now become urban legend - am talking about the Victorian legs here.
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