Sultanas (by alaric)

THE SCENE: Jean is eating a chelsea bun.

JEAN: "I don't like sultanas."

ALARIC: "They're... really sad to hear that. They say they tried as hard as they could to be tasty for you."

JEAN: "I absolutely hate them."

ALARIC: "Oh no! Some of them are crying now!"

JEAN: "Well, I'm eating them anyway."

ALARIC: "Ah, that's cheered them up a bit!"

JEAN: "What, even though I'm killing them?"

ALARIC: "Oh, you're not killing them, you're liberating their trapped souls."

JEAN: "Really? Well, they'll just be 'tanas' then, without their 'souls'."

The Pussy Cat Sisters (by sarah)

Last weekend I came in to find the girls both dressed as cats rolling around the floor in the living room - they were both going 'meow!'

One was called rainbow heart and the other pink sparkly - pink sparkly ended up asleep on the sofa with Tom the cat.

Then the next day they were pussy cats again - Mary seems to think she is a pink version of the 'wolf' out of Where the Wild Things Are.

Rainbow Heart or Jeany as I call her seems to have a new cheeky pose thing going on - I struggle to get her not to pull the cheeky face for photos!

See what I mean?

I think they enjoyed themselves.

This is How Stupid People Die (by sarah)

That moment when you've gone off to take one photograph and realise it is dusk, you are in a tumble down industrial area amongst broken glass and iron rods half exposed from crumbling concrete. You have £100 odd worth of camera around your neck, you've left your phone in the car along with you husband and kids, and worse you have no idea anymore which direction said car is in. Then just to add the icing to the cake a group of three 'youths' wonders into sight and you realise it was their shouting and the ring of a beer can football that pulled you out of the contemplative glaze of photo snapping bliss you had been in moments before.

You do not run as that is provocation, beside satistically you know that the middle aged man on his own that passed you at the beginning of this adventure is more likely to be a danger than three young men. Apart from some cat calls they are fine - you take another photo of graffiti and as you know they've seen the camera anyway and just keep walking, with confidence hoping it will come out to somewhere more populated by people. Maybe even somewhere you know.

And the monologue that is spinning in you brain is one of half remembered self defense techniques though you do not dwell on them as being afraid in the half light of urban decay is a sure way to draw attention to yourself in unwanted ways. Same goes for the crowded city streets and the apparently safe board room. You keep walking aware of your surroundings and potential escape routes, you do not avert your gaze nor do you linger.

You think, 'This is how stupid people die,' and then you snort with the realisation that you have nicked the quote from a TED talk you watched the night before. And that shunts your brain into thinking that it is thinking and what it is thinking about and the words Third Thoughts sneaks in and you're like damn! Now I am quoting Terry Pratchette in the almost fear - that fear you are not feeling, that fear you are keeping at bay.

The kids are gone, they went into a side alley and now you are in territory you recognise and daydreams of pirate days with real tall ships and Christmas Fayres with real snow filter in your brain and you think - I'm actually quiet a away from the car and the quickest way is back through those buildings that now seem to loom out of the dusk.

So you again consider how stupid people die, but now you have your bearings and know the way and this way is much shorter and there is an old couple out for a walk and they might be lost but they are walking into the corroded corridor of split wood and ripped metal.

You follow and storm your way home, reasoning that you are wearing big boots and a flappy coat and yes it's all purple and your over weight but it is probably dramatic or something.

And you still stop to take photos because things look different from this angle and hey wow that was a fantastic one of the birds flying away and it shall be called The Escape.

There is a world within worlds in this place you walk unwittingly, there are jungles and homes and hope.

And really it is only a few derilict buildings with seagulls roosting, slowly the industrial endevours of a previous centre are being consumed by the small of nature and you feel previlaged to see it all before it is ripped asunder and the new of this centery is put in it's place. Clicking the button on the camera you try and capture just a little bit of the awe.

Mine Craft Week 2 (by sarah)

Yep I am still playing and am getting more obsessed!

I built a bedroom and found iron ore in the process so could make shears and go and shear sheep to make myself a bed 🙂 I didn't like the idea of killing the sheep just for their wool 🙁

Then I dug myself a garden with a fence and gate - because of where the stairs are it acts as a one way valve for animals - if I leave the gate open at the top then animals wonder in, jump over the fence and then can't get back out! This was not genius just an accident but a fun one none the less!

But I quickly ended up with too many animals so had to expand - I dug an underground barn for them 🙂

I also mined sand and popped it in the furnace to produce glass blokes to use as windows.

I am hoping to collect stuff to make dye for the sheep and I want to put some sort of system in place to divid the sheep, cows, pigs and ducks (apparently they are chickens but they are lodged in my head as ducks!).

I have also been hunting cows and got enough leather to make a full set of leather armour.

And Alaric didn't realise you could put torches on the fences 🙂 So I taught him something 🙂

Painting the Body (by sarah)

So on the 15th of March I will be at Centre Arts in Cheltenham putting up bits of science-art that I and others have made/created.

Today I did some painting - I am not sure if the blood cell picture is finished (I think though I am not sure which way up it should go) and I am not feeling that happy with the liver - namely as it is in the wrong place so need to think about that. There are a few more Paintings of the Body but you will need to come to the exhibition to see them 🙂

We also have molecular jewellery, a sound panel, science knits, maths art and paleo-art.