Category: Blog
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Three Ways To Get Cool Stuff Done Quickly At Work
Originally posted on Paul Taylor:
It’s hard to imagine anyone not knowing Helen Reynolds – such is her reputation – but it would be rude not to give an introduction. Helen is Digital and Social Media Manager at Monmouthshire County Council , and one of the foremost innovators in digital communications. She’s also one of the… -
The Donkey by G.K. Chesterton #sundaypoem
Today’s Sunday poem is chosen as my mother-in-law just recited this nigh on verbatim… 60 years after she had to learn it in school! When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears […]
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steve dimmick, problem solver
The lovely Gwion Thorpe of inspiringcardiff.com wrote up an interview with me recently; you can read it here: steve dimmick, problem solver. Cheers Gwion!
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Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden #sundaypoem
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets. […]
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The mamas & the papas in babies’ babbling
Originally posted on Sentence first:
Babbling is a key stage in language acquisition. We can see where it fits into the overall progression in the following “very rough” table taken from Jean Aitchison’s The Articulate Mammal: An Introduction to Psycholinguistics: Language stage Beginning age Crying Birth Cooing 6 weeks Babbling 6 months Intonation patterns 8… -
Christmas Gibbons by Adam Bojelian (Oct 2010) – #sundaypoem
Gibbons are fun at Christmas, They don’t mind the snow, Gibbons are fun at Christmas, But there is something about them you don’t know.
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No More by Malcolm Dimmick #sundaypoem
No cobblers hammers tap no more No church no more, no steeple No grammar schools No homes for fools No factories, no people No smiles and no good morning sir No vision nor no planners No steam train nor no sulphur clouds No courtesy, no manners No fishing pools, no mushroom stools No wooded bank, […]
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three wise men, by Ioan Pearce – Dec 20, 2010 #sundaypoem
we three kings are having a jar, bearing gifts we stole from the spar, money counting, profits mounting,… selling em in the bar. ooh, ooh, car of wonder,pile of shite, pinched it from a building site, we proceeded, they don’t need it, taxi’s dear this time of night. we three kings are shy of a […]
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In Flanders Field by John McCrae, May 1915 #sundaypoem
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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