Burra Maluca

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Burra is a hermit and a dreamer. Also autistic, and terribly burned out. I live near the bottom of a mountain in Portugal with my partner, my welsh sheepdog, and with my son living close by. I spend my days trying to find the best way to spend my spoons and wishing I had more energy to spend in the garden.
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Spock wasn't the only one to write poetry on Star Trek - Data did too!

In fact, it inspired one of my dragons to write his own version (dragons plagiarise terribly...) to welcome Spot the Chamelon.

I should warn you that dragon poetry has been compared to Vogon poetry, though I think a little unfairly...

ODE TO SPOT



Furcifer oustaleti is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an ectothermic quintuped, insectivore by nature.
Your colour changing, vision and olfactory senses
contribute to your hunting skills and natural defences.

I find myself intrigued by your dermal fluctuations,
an iridescent way to aid communications
that illustrates your need to show us how you're feeling
then back to green and pleasant leafy tones to aid concealing.

Your tail is quite stupendous and helps you in your climbing
a true fifth limb which seems to me more use than all this rhyming...
And when not being utilised to aide in locomotion,
it too changes tint and hue reflecting your emotion.

O Spot, the complex wisdom and compassion you display
tell me how awesome it will be now you are here to stay.
For while you're here to teach me things and help me comprehend
I hope that I can be to you a true and trusted friend.

Written by Iggy. Mr Data helped.

Here's a link to the original version.
3 hours ago
A lot of this thread has resonated me and has been quietly churning away in the back of my mind for a while.

I recently came across the saying "A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one", which is different to the original saying and resonates me with me very, very much. I've been unable to verify if there's much real history to the saying though. I may adopt it anyway.

I'm also reminded of my dragon stories, such as this one - The Dragons Play Towers of Hanoi and discover colour theory, pinkness and powers of 10 which are basically a way to communicate to people what goes on in my mind when I'm working on a problem. Each dragon is an aspect of my mind. They go off in different directions and study different things and just occasionally, when the occasion warrants, they all come together and figure something out. I'm frequently amazed how many different dragons are needed to adequately solve a problem!

I've been dabbling with philosophy recently, which has resulted in a new arrival (in the form of a young hedgehog by the name of Prickly Ben) in the Natural Philosophy of Dragons thread to help throw a different perspective on things. He's not a dragon, because he's someone else's ideas. Oh, and before very long Iggy is going to have a go at explaining why light has momentum but no mass. That's going to be using donkeys rather than dragons though. Because reasons...
1 day ago
Sometimes, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...

3 days ago
Iggy asked Alan about the book, and Alan brought it over to lend to him.

Iggy was enthralled by it, and spent weeks and weeks and weeks studying it and then studying various other books that seemed to be related to it. He got so involved he hardly ever seemed to have time for the rest of the dragons as he became completely absorbed in his studies.



The girls, on the other hand, had no luck attempting to talk to Idris, the ouroborus dragon who hung about biting the end of his own tail. He seemed to be completely content in his own little world and was exceedingly disinclined to interact with anyone or anything. Which, when I think about it, is very typical of him. I don't think I've ever actually caught him talking with anyone. Personally I think it's something to do with him being so fat. I'm sure he's twice as tubby as he should be, and he seems thoroughly content with his own company. Little Electra is much more slender and seems far more inclined to interact with things. Though just occasionally, when the light was right, it seemed to me that Idris wasn't just one dragon, but somehow two dragons who had become one, filling up all the available space. In which case maybe they were quite happy being a couple and didn't feel the need for anything more.

And whilst most of the dragons were busy playing and fixing things and inventing things, Rosa was, yet again, feeling a bit left out. She thought that maybe what she needed to do was to find something that would interest all of them and get them all working together again. But she wasn't quite sure what.

And then somebody pushed a leaflet under the front door, which changed everything...



Rosa looked at the leaflet and saw that it was advertising a local business selling lenses. And lenses are something to do with light. And that's what Iggy was studying. So maybe if she could buy one of those pretty lenses shown on the front of the leaflet, then maybe ALL the dragons could play with it and study together instead of splitting up and each doing different things.

So she took the leaflet and went to ask Austin if he would help...



"Austin, can we go and buy one of those pretty lenses for everyone to play with? I'm sure it would help with Iggy's studies..." she asked.

"Oh, I should think so. If they're not too expensive..."

Austin found an email address printed on the back of the leaflet and asked Sr Espinhosa, aka Mr Prickly, if they could arrange a visit. And a few days later the two of them went off on a secret mission together to buy a pretty lens.

They'd arranged to meet up on a hill on the neighbouring mountain range, the star mountains, overlooking the city. Austin stayed in the car and let Rosa see if she could manage the transaction by herself, though he kept a close eye on the proceedings.

Before long, Mr Prickly arrived with a box of lenses for her to choose from.



Rosa eagerly looked through all the lenses in the box, but none of them looked quite like the one she'd seen on the image on the front of the leaflet.

"Do you have big ones, with a handle, like the one in the picture?" she asked.

"Oh, you want a magnifying glass. I'll get young Ben to bring one over for you."

"O Abençoado – anda cá!" Mr Prickly called, and a young, very shy hedgehog poked his nose out from behind a bush. "E traga uma lupa!"

Young Ben rummaged around for a moment and found a lovely old-fashioned magnifying glass, took a deep breath, and bravely approached Rosa. He was actually rather fascinated by dragons and was very excited to get to meet one in real life. But then he realised he didn't know what language they spoke. He could speak Portuguese, and Spanish, and Dutch, and Latin, and Hebrew. And a bit of French and English too. And Hedgehog, of course. But which one should he use? He figured that maybe dragons were magical and could understand any language, so he tried Hedgehog first because it was his mother tongue. But it came out sounding like a squeak to Rosa's ears.



Rosa loved the magnifying glass - it was exactly how she'd imagined it should be - and declared that she would take it.

Mr Prickly and Austin were busy sorting out the payment, and young Ben realised that little pink dragons speak English and was busily trying to remember all his vocabulary.

"Hello, Miss Dragon. My name is Ben. Prickly Ben!" he told her, rather nervously.

"Hello Ben. I'm Rosa!" Rosa replied.

"I didn't know dragons spoke English. I need to practice my English more. Father says it would be good for business."

"Oh, well you can come and visit if you like. We speak Portuguese too, and Welsh, but we can stick to English if you like so you can practice. Let's go and ask your dad!"

But Austin and Mr Prickly seemed to already know what was happening. Some money changed hands, Austin tucked a shiny new brass and leather mini-telescope into the glovebox, and Mr Prickly shouted to young Ben that if he wanted to go and visit the dragons then he needed to go and pack whatever he needed to take with him. Ben scurried back home as fast as he could to pack his favourite toys, and Austin gently reminded Rosa that not everyone was fond of hugs and cuddles and to make sure she respected young Ben's boundaries.


And so it was that young hedgehog by the name of Abençoado Esphinhosa arrived, along with a very pretty magnifying glass and a bundle of toys, to see what he could learn.



Though in my experience, when someone wants to learn something from you, they very often end up teaching as much as they learn. That seems to be the nature of the way the world works...
Possibly discussion of toxic gick, artificial fertilier, that sort of stuff, which is a strict no-no here.
We had some rain, and more is due. The weather is cooling off.

Which hopefully means that fire-season is over and autumn plantings can begin soon.

5 days ago
In my last village, while I was nursing my old uncle and living actually IN the village not on our little farm on the outskirts, I encountered a few local customs that were truly awesome.

One was the way they all treated my son, who was nine years old when we moved there. Most of the people in the village were elderly and would occasionally need a bit of help with something. If ever that help was the sort of thing that my son might be capable of doing, they would flag him down when the saw him outside and ask him to come and help. Maybe it was to climb a tree to pick figs, or crawl somewhere awkward to fetch something that had escaped, or run an errand, or see if he could figure out why their lights weren't working, or to read a letter that had arrived (many of the older folks at that time were illiterate), that sort of thing. And then they would shower him with gifts - a bowl of figs, a cake, a rice-pudding they'd made for him, an ice-cream if the mobile freezer shop was due that day. The end result of this was a young boy who grew up totally devoted to everyone in the village and eager to jump in and help anyone with anything.

Another thing was the bag of clothes. This was a custom shared with the neighbouring village as ours was rather small. There was a bag full of unwanted clothing that was passed around pretty much everybody. You took anything you could use, and put in anything you had that you no longer needed, then the bag was passed along to someone else.

When fruit was ripe, especially if it was something like figs where different varieties ripen at different times, they would fill up bowls and loudly bang on your door to summon you and present you with the bowl of fruit. You would take the bowl, remove the fruit, and immediately return the bowl so they weren't left without it - such commodities are precious. So if there was a loud banging on the door, you knew that gifts were arriving!. If, however, there was a very gentle tapping on the door, you would generally find an embarrassed neighbour in desperate need of help, awkwardly shuffilng and trying to explain what they needed. Usually something like their tractor had got stuck and they needed another one to pull it out, or they'd got locked out and needed someone to break into the house and let them in again - my son got very good at making a tool to let them in quickly and easily and the neighbours never realised why I was so mortified when they told everyone how good my son was and how he could break in in under a minute... And of course the time when one of them accidentally set fire to her backyard and we spent hours helping her put it out because she knew that if her son found out she'd done it she'd end up being bundled up and taken to live with him in Lisbon where he could keep an eye on her. My son got a whole box of ice-creams for that, and a 20 euro note!

I think such things are the origin of the saying about how it takes a village to raise a child...
1 week ago
Email someone I trust and ask them to call me.
1 week ago
Just sharing this, which is the best I could find (but still not quite what I was looking for) to explain why hurricanes don't happen at the equator. Will update if I find a better one...

1 week ago

As 70% of England faces drought during its hottest summer on record, beef farmer Sam Squier's near 200-acre farm near Chelmsford stays lush thanks to regenerative farming techniques he has practiced for eight years.



1 week ago