Dont dig for gold, just use your imagination, yea dig?

Everybody needs a hobby!

 
And what did i say again last time?

Oh yeah, 'Middlemarch and me', well i got about half ways through the book and as much as i enjoyed getting the little bits of gold and recording them in my notebook, i came to a point where i just couldn't imagine the scenes, some turn of phrases were excellent, but i wanted to read a story and just wasn't getting it.

My imagination was on holidays, that or i just was not interested in what was going on, it didn't matter how i counseled myself, the cognitive apparatus declared how i was visually experiencing the word to be a complete bore, quite a conundrum, you might agree?

Imagination, also called the faculty of imagining, is the ability of forming images and sensations when they are not perceived through sight, hearing, or other senses. Imagination helps provide meaning to experience and understanding  to knowledge; it is a fundamental faculty through which people make sense of the world, and it also plays a key role in the learning process.

Digging for gold isn't something i just made up yea know? They based a whole country on it and called it Australia

The guy in the front could have been me in a previous life!

I was getting little bits of gold for George Eliot and committing them to paper, but unlike the 3 other books i have read by the author

• Adam Bede
• Silas Mariner and 
• The Mill on the Floss

 These 3 books typified the classic stories from the 19th century of honest hard working people, who did an honest days work with wonderful philosophy

The cast of Middlemarch was made up of a bunch of rich folks that pranced around making their servants lives a tad bit difficult, not my cup of tea, i don't dig cucumber sandwiches at 2pm either missus!

It was all a bit Sense and sensibility with some good bits thrown in, Jane Austin is dead to me, in every way and this is not a bad thing, no one speaks your language no more neither Jane, DEAD, fo real!!

The only difference between my life and a Jane Austin novel is my life is starting to make sense

To be fair to George Eliot, her step son died while she wrote the book and continued writing after a break of a year.

The memories of her previous books kept me going, the little bits of gold were an added welcome to my notebook of 'Things i like', very comforting and hard work!

But you wouldn't get much if you tried selling my gold to a man from China, but that's not to say you shouldn't try

And this song came to mind by Metallica

The memory remains 


This is not how people mining for gold in places like West Australia feel, an ounce of gold for every tonne of rock crushed is more than ample for them to keep on digging, just look at the share price of BHP Billiton and the size of Gina Reinheart, she looks like she lives on Mississippi mud cake flown in from the USA each morning, take a look for yourself!

Introducing Gina, You thinking what i'm thinking?

That and my imagination wasn't coming back from holidays any time soon, it was time to stimulate myself in a whole new way, next!!!

Speaking of stimulation, check out how the Danes stimulate their animals


So much for the mighty Vikings, or were they... Days before the days, of hanky panky with Porky pig?


Give us all your virgin pigs!!!

It occurred to me last night at a poetry night how important it is to use your imagination while reading, writing and listening, its much easier also!

Hell, maybe it's important to the other senses too? And maybe give them a work out when your not running laps of the park?

Introducing Sensory exercises, it seems a better idea to me, instead of trying to process the world, just let it come out of you