a kind of excellent dumb discourse


Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.

"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

What sort of miscellaneous musing do I have for the world tonight? Can a little Shakespeare be enough for inspiration?

What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?

"The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2

I've been considering the recent months I have spent impersonating a gypsy... I am wondering what happened to my other responsible and upstanding other side. What prompted this shirking and seemingly suspicious behaviour?

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

"The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 1

My return to the cold north is only temporary, it’s not as tragic as I would like to make it out to be… but my mindset is considerably different when I am here. Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by memories of old… of less exciting times where I may have been stuck in a routine that was neither healthy nor happy.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

"The Taming of the Shrew", Act 1 scene 1

My recent non-degree related pursuits have included a return to the study of my on again/off again hobby of photography. At times I am much more serious photographer… one who actively seeks a beautifully composed photo as compared to a quick snapshot. I can’t claim to be a great photographer by any means, but I am currently inspired. My sole friend in this cold community is a motivating force like no other… and perhaps it is competition that fuels me, but even if it is I can’t complain. Whether it is described as competition or cooperation… I’m attempting to take better photos and that can never be a bad thing.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

I have to claim that I am also somewhat of a motivating factor (or at least my camera is) since above mentioned “motivating” friend has purchased a very similar camera to mine… in fact it is the same model, but in a beautiful sleek black instead of a cheezalicious “titanium” look. What can I say, I like my cameras black. Anyhow… I am supremely jealous of the new black model.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

"King Lear", Act 4 scene 7

I’ve been able to put the jealousy behind me though. Photo excursions have been planned for the near future involving glittering ice sculptures and northern BC winter sports.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

"Hamlet", Act 3 scene 1

Okay, that one had nothing to do with anything. But so concludes my inspired post for this evening.

Exit, pursued by a bear.

Stage direction in "The Winter's Tale"