tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82260288557559416362024-03-14T11:24:20.883-07:00A Whitley Bay ThousandSteve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.comBlogger346125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-75631941966730879132015-09-14T11:27:00.000-07:002015-09-14T11:27:26.233-07:00655 - SkyStrange that God should draw closer<br />
In the time you have been away<br />
So that turning to Him should become easier<br />
If it were possible.<br />
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Oh that I had walked the hard way,<br />
But the paths are gentle now,<br />
The view of hills, not mountains,<br />
Cloud, not sky.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-17392626478349565572015-03-16T14:15:00.001-07:002015-03-16T14:15:32.432-07:00656 - Leaves Blown by WindFour and a half years ago, or twenty, depending how you count, I had a mental breakdown. It's like this: the tree you are, which is the tree you are nurturing, loses its leaves - young leaves, vibrant, signs of hope. There they go, scattered in the wind.<div>
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Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-78960681681036533572014-11-25T09:01:00.001-08:002014-11-25T09:01:28.323-08:00657 - Beautiful WhitleyBeautiful day, beautiful Whitley, with all its complexities.<br />
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<br />Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-17357371138087411382014-10-26T14:10:00.002-07:002014-10-26T14:10:09.858-07:00658 - MistralA warm wind blowing through Whitley Bay tonight. So despite the clocks going back this morning (by the way, I forgot) the town feels Mediterranean. A little bit.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-19581853938673978242014-10-21T12:20:00.002-07:002014-10-21T12:20:51.178-07:00659 - Back to BusinessIt's been a long time, and a lot has been happening in Whitley Bay. And I have been indulging myself on this blog and not writing about any of it.<br />
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Okay, sometimes I have. But mostly, recently especially, I've slipped tracks and written for and about myself, and that's not what this blog is for. This blog is for Whitley Bay. Exciting projects like the Big Local and the Station Master's Garden and the Whitley Bay Film Festival have been taking root. There's a food bank, and a venture to develop culture in the Bay called 'Under the Dome', which I have a small interest in. Friends of the Brierdene, with which I am also involved, albeit sparingly, dig weekly in a dene at the northern end of the bay. My wife co-ordinated a fabulous festival there last summer...<br />
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And so on. Exciting Church things too, but for all my preachifying I've not actually been involved in them.<br />
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Verdict on 'A Whitley Bay Thousand': Could do better. From now on I will attempt to.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-12822730687741643142014-10-06T13:11:00.002-07:002014-10-06T13:39:41.767-07:00660 - Adam and EveI'm not sure I understand the story of Adam and Eve. Mainly I don't understand why a loving God would load additional punishments on the two first humans besides death, which is I suppose fair enough, after they eat the fruit of the Tree of Good and Evil. These include pain in childbirth and exile from Eden. Perhaps they should be considered somehow as death itself or inevitable consequences of death. But they do seem to be sprung on Adam and Eve after the event. I'm not sure I understand why future generations should have suffered either.<br />
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Why should this matter? It's just a story. But even if it is just a story it is the lens through which the New Testament makes sense of the actions of Jesus. If it is, somehow, true, then concerns like mine become problematic.<br />
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My second 'don't get it' is related. If God hadn't exiled Adam and Eve from Eden, He could presumably have forgiven them and given them the chance to make good their actions. Instead He waited two or more millenia, then allowed his Son to sacrifice himself.<br />
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Can anyone please help me?<br />
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<br />Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-73379890532373334652014-09-29T12:32:00.002-07:002014-09-29T12:32:52.827-07:00661 - Antonio DamasioThis man has written a book called 'The Feeling of What Happens: body, emotion and the making of consciousness'. I am excited to be reading it, because the ideas within it are so beautifully put. Here, for example, about the capacity of the conscious mind to hide as well as reveal:<br />
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"Perhaps it was easier to get a more balanced perspective in earlier times when there was no veil, when the environments were relatively simple, long before electronic media and jet travel, long before the printed word, before the empire, and ahead of the city-state. It must have been easier to sense the life within, when the brain provided a lopsided view in the opposite direction [to the present], tilted toward the dominant representation of the internal states of the organism. If it was ever like that, perhaps at some magic brief time between Homer and Athens, lucky humans would have perceived in an instant that all of their amusing antics were about life and that underneath every image of the outside world, there stood the ongoing image of their living bodies." [p. 29]<br />
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It would be fascinating to read the Bible on Adam and Eve in the light of this passage.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-72367653086065704892014-09-15T10:27:00.001-07:002014-09-15T10:27:03.500-07:00662 - Nebuchadnezzar's DreamThis is a story about madness. It can be found in Daniel, chapter 4. King Nebuchadnezzar dreams of a mighty tree which is cut down, leaving only the roots and a stump, which is bound in iron. Daniel interprets the dream to mean that the king is to be cast out for his pride, to live amongst animals for seven years, unless he changes. The experience of being cast out into madness will, however, purify him - the stump will remain, ready to shoot again when he acknowledges 'that Heaven rules'. In the story this is what happens.<br />
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I draw great comfort from this story for myself, because it suggests that God will allow madness to intervene to prevent evil taking place, after which there is redemption. Nebuchadnezzar is not a Jew but a foreign king, yet this redemption is available to him.<br />
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That's how I read the tale, anyway.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-52846286148724017872013-02-19T12:39:00.002-08:002013-02-19T12:39:51.521-08:00663 - JesusI have a vision which I'd like to get out there; hence the return to this blog. It is of standing before Jesus, and He standing before me. He calls irresistibly to me, each aspect of Him calling to the corresponding aspect of me. How can I refuse Him? His strength calls to my strength, His body to my body, His mind to my mind, His spirit to my spirit, His heart to my heart, His soul to my soul. This patches the hole in me. I love Him.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-83717909737557136312011-09-20T06:06:00.000-07:002011-09-20T06:13:42.100-07:00664 - Vandana Shiva QuoteQuoted in <span style="font-style: italic;">Pip Pip</span> (Jay Griffiths, 2000):<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The more effectively the cycles of life, as essential ecological processes, are maintained, the more invisible they become. Disruption is violent and visible; balance and harmony are experienced, not seen. The premium on visibility placed by patriarchal maldevelopment forces the destruction of invisible energies and the work of women and nature, and the creation of spectacular, centralized work and wealth.</span>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-56002401523759844882011-02-23T06:46:00.000-08:002011-02-23T07:03:48.086-08:00665 - Shrinking NewsAt the weekend E and I walked up to the High Street to find a cordon manned by the police blocking our way. The blue and white ribbon extended around the Northern Rock building, across Laburnum Avenue, around Subway, over the High Street to the Townhouse, and back to Northern Rock. Buses and cars were being directed as far away as Cullercoats to get around the obstruction.<br /><br />We wondered what had happened. I leant towards armed robbery, E towards an electrical fault. But short of approaching one of the police to ask, there didn't seem to be a way to find out. Before the News Guardian comes out this Thursday, that is.<br /><br />It took a bit of nebbing on Monday, in the end. I asked at the Co-op. Shrinking news. E was right, though the police had feared a gas leak at first. Some cabling had been disturbed and it could have been a gas pipe, but wasn't.<br /><br />The cordon was down by the end of Saturday, but little plastic rag-ends remain attached to signposts at the street-corners, like old Christmas decorations. I expect they'll be there for some time.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-9056594272826891292011-02-18T09:05:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:14:44.700-08:00666 - ResurgenceYesterday I attended a small get-together with friends who have been inspired by Resurgence Magazine to try and reconnect with the natural environment. We wrote a poem together by linking phrases we had jotted onto strips of paper, then rearranged like fridge-magnets. It was an attempt to capture something of the tentative start of spring, the first light of the new season.<br /><br />I walked home afterwards buzzing, but forgot to look up to see whether the Northern Lights were visible.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-21111633552794458142011-02-03T08:48:00.000-08:002011-02-03T08:50:29.445-08:00667 - Dad's Birthday Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-fxge2AFtoBV7-M0-NNp36Ro5PWVvIS-iNRnv3w9eXSSNqBUy0ysxid6JukcIFSCX4EcdsfCshJkYnARJGfCpTfTqsaYKgMuDfS0vJEAstVILggn1IfJXyCXfZDjbqe8bovN98F9f9YsY/s1600/scan0003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-fxge2AFtoBV7-M0-NNp36Ro5PWVvIS-iNRnv3w9eXSSNqBUy0ysxid6JukcIFSCX4EcdsfCshJkYnARJGfCpTfTqsaYKgMuDfS0vJEAstVILggn1IfJXyCXfZDjbqe8bovN98F9f9YsY/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569506537005371938" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-91112071094605107712011-02-03T08:47:00.000-08:002011-02-03T08:48:50.866-08:00668 - Birthday Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye5tPJMZ_OLkuFLI7hgbs3PsN60UDrXuBmMeSZBtD7JeqqfT_PqUdxYh8jCfzOaD2Plb6iCAkT6ww_Wh0-QVWZYNlu0UGwXImXFF0TzGgjN75nvkZ-483eIzQtXU17BzbbpRu1gWVCmUr/s1600/scan0004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye5tPJMZ_OLkuFLI7hgbs3PsN60UDrXuBmMeSZBtD7JeqqfT_PqUdxYh8jCfzOaD2Plb6iCAkT6ww_Wh0-QVWZYNlu0UGwXImXFF0TzGgjN75nvkZ-483eIzQtXU17BzbbpRu1gWVCmUr/s400/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569506161447269778" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-75986005536672333962011-02-03T08:42:00.000-08:002011-02-03T08:45:20.797-08:00669 - Anniversary Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6TF3UihTRH6vJDhJ7Qtr5wVNB9X4YgT_a479xDTbZ5BpELZckIp2ela22Y5N_KpPJ-WOo8iBu9xPfjJ6hQAnPkoS1Zo8WLlZyMKuOXSpWjGs3yqYKyuFaBGOkpCRWff1KfYVjl11zBfa/s1600/scan0006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6TF3UihTRH6vJDhJ7Qtr5wVNB9X4YgT_a479xDTbZ5BpELZckIp2ela22Y5N_KpPJ-WOo8iBu9xPfjJ6hQAnPkoS1Zo8WLlZyMKuOXSpWjGs3yqYKyuFaBGOkpCRWff1KfYVjl11zBfa/s400/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569504918413021954" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-23770280908197887132011-01-26T08:52:00.000-08:002011-01-26T08:53:51.775-08:00670 - Rug Doodle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-iQnOiu7N-mnvWNyzeK3Y4V8XPaSWOK4SzryblTdp7LsiPVz8SROtT88n-odLF-USpXLLquahKa7I-GU5swmUXOn0MwW1OszFDkCn9eJEM4ZOoUyBlk1lx4Dl2CBt6VR94Pqe5nhm5jN/s1600/scan0005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-iQnOiu7N-mnvWNyzeK3Y4V8XPaSWOK4SzryblTdp7LsiPVz8SROtT88n-odLF-USpXLLquahKa7I-GU5swmUXOn0MwW1OszFDkCn9eJEM4ZOoUyBlk1lx4Dl2CBt6VR94Pqe5nhm5jN/s400/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566538776779491474" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-31881373860551377772011-01-18T07:37:00.000-08:002011-01-18T07:39:31.692-08:00671 - Plant Doodle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_bP7vdPwCEbqkgV34nER-KBF_PL9fhX1nH_4673mcZi9PXcRM0Lsa1jnGMpUlnNbFaMiNf-2oei2Y8FmtzIy8DqhiVlMaxWeNPsOi5TrKdVu1KQblqkpwUqAEXBEFzTdXMfpOTnUPkrl/s1600/scan0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_bP7vdPwCEbqkgV34nER-KBF_PL9fhX1nH_4673mcZi9PXcRM0Lsa1jnGMpUlnNbFaMiNf-2oei2Y8FmtzIy8DqhiVlMaxWeNPsOi5TrKdVu1KQblqkpwUqAEXBEFzTdXMfpOTnUPkrl/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563550880722677794" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-21509069602999813502010-12-09T11:39:00.000-08:002010-12-09T11:43:11.661-08:00672 - TVJust wondering to what extent TV schedules throw up festival experiences in place of real life carnivalling. Participation in watching and water-cooler moments afterwards could be distant cousins to shared feast-days and acts of revelry like apple-bobbing or wassailing.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-29933939339015859852010-11-08T09:39:00.000-08:002010-11-08T09:43:24.840-08:00673 - Gerard Manley Hopkins QuoteShe caught the crying of those Three,<br />The Immortals of the eternal ring,<br />The Utterer, Uttered, Uttering.<br />(from his poem<span style="font-style: italic;">, Margaret Clitheroe)</span>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-76716332363840193032010-11-03T10:02:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:18:17.944-07:00674 - Ludic SelfNice quote, Pat Kane, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Play Ethic: A Manifesto For A Different Way Of Living </span>(2004), p.48:<br /><br />"But the idea of a 'playful self', of a self that plays with its boundaries and masks, was birthed long before tricksy ad campaigns and postmodern theory. The clear starting point is Renaissance literature, and that list of writers - from Rabelais, Erasmus and Machiavelli, to Shakespeare, Donne and Marvell - who used their art to imagine a self that was not validated by Church, nobility or tradition. And their most favourite strategy was the ludic self - a literary persona that toyed with the very idea of being a single unitary consciousness."<br /><br />Also, earlier in the chapter, a telling reference to the effect that the opposite of play is not work, it is depression.<br /><br />And for the record, the chapter explores Brian Sutton-Smith's six rhetorics of play, which are:<br /><ul><li>Play as progress</li><li>Play as imagination</li><li>Play as selfhood</li><li>Play as fate and chaos</li><li>Play as shared identity</li><li>Play as contest</li></ul>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-68523067252421310452010-10-28T06:38:00.000-07:002010-10-28T06:49:48.660-07:00675 - OSECA launched!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8y7K7KkKHZtuQ7tu9W0gGW9HiKrJlBv7IHe19BIAZFJZd_oySgxHy6ILJblLLZnWDNwupn-9ZYhEGu7-RSvTrfh8taiL7wH_ZDIJ6p6lodCFmgj0xmpLKJOW_axJis9e2-y5uZ37XO9fE/s1600/An+enthusiastic+welcome+for+OSECA.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8y7K7KkKHZtuQ7tu9W0gGW9HiKrJlBv7IHe19BIAZFJZd_oySgxHy6ILJblLLZnWDNwupn-9ZYhEGu7-RSvTrfh8taiL7wH_ZDIJ6p6lodCFmgj0xmpLKJOW_axJis9e2-y5uZ37XO9fE/s400/An+enthusiastic+welcome+for+OSECA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093249490136802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Photos on the Bay Games website <a href="http://www.baygames.co.uk/OSECA%20Launch.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Great night, lots of fanfare, and the Berkley Tavern gave us a generously tasty spread. Best moments were seeing the kids getting into the game. (We'd not tested OSECA with children).<br /><br />This photo was taken by a guy called Simon whose surname I really should know...Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-20497195024777807922010-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:002010-10-15T10:07:43.846-07:00676 - DepressionTangled up in my spirituality have been a lot of symptoms which have recently been diagnosed for me as Depression.<br /><br />A clinical psychiatrist described this as severe, meaning, he qualified (I think), deep-seated. Who knows how deep? Perhaps I have been depressed since my mid-teens. That might have flavoured my whole spiritual journey.<br /><br />Depression can result in wrong-thinking, but wrong-thinking can result in depression too. Wilful wrong-thinking would be my fault, in a fault-finding universe.<br /><br />Anyway, lots of questions, and, at point of writing, maybe a glint of light that isn't hellfire (though it might not be heaven, either). Not to waste it, I'm posting this, but ending my post here.Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-75601226932036928822010-10-11T08:10:00.001-07:002010-10-15T09:42:35.148-07:00677 - OSECA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDH7Ub0knOYGaRfmjKymIy_b3w7ySo1MR662g4Hc6Uh4PYBbf147VL-nydBQqU6L0ERJGYwXvVYJjzwtcSgV6kNTnn0pIZ-g4kdUooZnIbbhZTf6bdGfZlT2-pG2JazjRHiNwDLzvLJM6/s1600/OSECA+Cards+-+resize+-+14-5-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDH7Ub0knOYGaRfmjKymIy_b3w7ySo1MR662g4Hc6Uh4PYBbf147VL-nydBQqU6L0ERJGYwXvVYJjzwtcSgV6kNTnn0pIZ-g4kdUooZnIbbhZTf6bdGfZlT2-pG2JazjRHiNwDLzvLJM6/s400/OSECA+Cards+-+resize+-+14-5-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806903297744162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A selection of cards from the prototype pack of the new card game, OSECA, which we are launching on 25th October!Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-27627196899577547772010-09-22T09:17:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:10:13.237-07:00678 - Birthday Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1fNXaZxTYPlQqTyvgqo6h5NQwqLTUIcjawPoUhZWqexDg0ccp1_kTZSokf9-JYEGBqBgAQ7FfzPjrC5O6unIlQFUiZLW7U3ihyphenhyphenkXAeFRns0TcA3DrqaAmluuvMV6F5v2qiuJA2bzakv4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1fNXaZxTYPlQqTyvgqo6h5NQwqLTUIcjawPoUhZWqexDg0ccp1_kTZSokf9-JYEGBqBgAQ7FfzPjrC5O6unIlQFUiZLW7U3ihyphenhyphenkXAeFRns0TcA3DrqaAmluuvMV6F5v2qiuJA2bzakv4/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519773026361036274" border="0" /></a>Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226028855755941636.post-58084729871542657362010-09-21T07:47:00.000-07:002010-09-21T07:55:31.385-07:00679 - Four Colour Theorem<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_color_theorem">This</a> states that it is possible to fill in any pattern of shapes across a single plane using a maximum of four colours.<br /><br />Bizarrely, I suspect the same is true for story plots - that conceptually, a plot being a field, and therefore representable as a shape on a map, it might be possible to prove that any larger plot can be reconfigured as a combination of smaller plots for which the four colour theorem holds true.<br /><br />Colour in this instance would be a metaphor for action (or emotional hue?).Steve Lancasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11372895191510424827noreply@blogger.com0