Iron claw in velvet paw :)

Auguries of Innocence

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 19:21:57 GMT

Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons

Shudders hell thro' all its regions.

A dog starv'd at his master's gate

Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road

Calls to heaven for human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted hare

A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,

A cherubim does cease to sing.

The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight

Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl

Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,

Keeps the human soul from care.

The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,

And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve

Has left the brain that won't believe.

The owl that calls upon the night

Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren

Shall never be belov'd by men.

He who the ox to wrath has mov'd

Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly

Shall feel the spider's enmity.

He who torments the chafer's sprite

Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf

Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.

Kill not the moth nor butterfly,

For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war

Shall never pass the polar bar.

The beggar's dog and widow's cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song

Poison gets from slander's tongue.

The poison of the snake and newt

Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee

Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags

Are toadstools on the miser's bags.

A truth that's told with bad intent

Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for joy and woe;

And when this we rightly know,

Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,

A clothing for the soul divine.

Under every grief and pine

Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;

Every farmer understands.

Every tear from every eye

Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,

And return'd to its own delight.

The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,

Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath

Writes revenge in realms of death.

The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,

Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,

Palsied strikes the summer's sun.

The poor man's farthing is worth more

Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands

Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;

Or, if protected from on high,

Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith

Shall be mock'd in age and death.

He who shall teach the child to doubt

The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith

Triumphs over hell and death.

The child's toys and the old man's reasons

Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,

Shall never know how to reply.

He who replies to words of doubt

Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known

Came from Caesar's laurel crown.

Nought can deform the human race

Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,

To peaceful arts shall envy bow.

A riddle, or the cricket's cry,

Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile

Make lame philosophy to smile.

He who doubts from what he sees

Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,

They'd immediately go out.

To be in a passion you good may do,

But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state

Licensed, build that nation's fate.

The harlot's cry from street to street

Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,

Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn

Some to misery are born,

Every morn and every night

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,

Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie

When we see not thro' the eye,

Which was born in a night to perish in a night,

When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,

To those poor souls who dwell in night;

But does a human form display

To those who dwell in realms of day.

New smartphone-PDA !

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 13:10:15 GMT

Well I guess 2007 has been the year in which I bought myself the most digital devices in any given year !

After a new digital camera beginning of this summer, and a new LCD-TV at the end of August, I now moved on to a new PDA and smartphone with mp3-player, Bluetooth, camera and built-in GPS.

The only negative criticism that I have read about the E-TEN Glofiish M700 were about the design. Considering some reviewers, the device was "too sturdy", "too heavy" or "resembled a brick". Well I can assure you that when you are used to a Nokia Communicator, this M700 really looks and feels slim in your hand! As far as the sturdiness is concerned, it's not a mini-clamshell phone and I find it much easier to use with the somewhat larger keys on the keyboard, as compared to some models where the keys are much smaller, but you quite often make mistakes and press two at the same time.

The possibilities are endless. It can do more than my laptop (which I gave to my mother because she is now also bitten by the internet-virus)! I'm in fact regretting that I bought an MP3-player about a month ago because the M700 has one integrated. But hey, not a big problem after all. I just have to read the PDA's manual, the pdf-file is 248 pages in Dutch only !

Sikis' birthday

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 23:26:55 GMT

Well as it was my Maine Coon cat Sikis' birthday on June 11th last, I thought I should finally give some attention to this weblog, and this might just be the right opportunity to start. I know it sounds like a stupid reason, but hey, one has to put some landmarks in his/her life after all, right ?

Ok, so Sikis turned 2 years old. He's not doing all too bad for a genuine Maine Coon cat - after all Coons are notorious for being the largest breed of domestic cats in the world. At two years old, Sikis measures 1meter15centimeters in length (from tip of nose to end of tail) and weighs roundabout 10 kilograms (20 pounds on average). He's still some centimeters behind on the longest cat in the world according to the Guinness Book, but he's got three more years to grow left, so we keep our fingers crossed !

Meanwhile my personal (and professional) life is going through some changes too. Considering the late hour I am writing this very text, I'm not going to expand on this yet, but I'll be back soon with more news !

Photo Album: 17 febr 2008

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 04:55:49 GMT

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Photo Album: 2007

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 12:54:30 GMT

2007

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Photo Album: Industrial

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 14:50:33 GMT

Industrial

Antwerpen Dam

Antwerpen Dam - herstelplaats locomotieven

Antwerpen Dam - herstelplaats locomotieven steiger

Herstelplaats locomotieven - steiger2

Herstelplaats locomotieven

In-en uitrit verboden voor locomotieven (!)

Photo Album: Various pics

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 23:42:35 GMT

Various pics

An angel on my shoulder

Dreaming

Duveltje

Black corset

Black corset 2

With Sikis as kitten

Pouring tea (yes : tea!)

Red roses

Tempting Sikis

He's biting!

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Photo Album: Sikis as kitten

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 22:26:12 GMT

Sikis as kitten

Hugs...

and kiss

On our way

Proud owner of a Maine Coon Cat

Posing

Fast asleep

Who are you?

Higher and higher...

Is this the box office?

Advanced PC-work!

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Book List: Book List

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 12:55:34 GMT

Noelle Nelson, PhD: Dangerous relationships
How to recognize and avoid relationships that are harmful for you.
Georges Duby: Edelvrouwen in de 12e eeuw
De plaats (of gebrek eraan) van de vrouw in de donkere middeleeuwen.