Sod off

I'm in a grump and don't feel like playing.

Now go away

Spring Fling

Spring Fling this weekend.

Maybe I'll get sold as a work of art...

Cakes

Wonderful smells of home baking periodically fill this house.

Now the blogger's son has decided to make some money for school trips by using the skills he learned from his mother to make cakes for people: http://rogancakes.blogspot.com/.

I just hope no one orders one with a bamboo icing...

Heat

The Blogger is sitting around in shorts and a t-shirt, commenting about how warm it has suddenly become.

Personally I could still do with a cardigan.

Illness

I don't know what the equivalent of a dodgy stomach is for a stick of bamboo, but I think this water's going to need changing...

Truthess

The opening line of Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil is "Supposing truth to be a woman..."

I have heard the blogger debating this idea many times. Could it mean that Truth is a thing of beauty and to be desired? Is it that Truth has to be lovingly coaxed, and that to just grab it hard and fast is to miss its softness and subtlety? Is it that Truth is multiplicity, changing from moment to moment, unable to be pinned down to one constant? Or is it even a thing to be scorned, given that Nietzsche was something of a misogynist?

Or perhaps some women understand a deeper Truth. For example, I overheard the blogger's wife saying, "It's all very well you pontificating about the universe, but someone still has to empty this washing basket!"

2 kinds of a Bamboo

There are 2 kinds of bamboo in this world: those that blog and those that don't.

I wonder if I'm the only one in the former category?

Intoxicated

My apologies for the late post this week but the blogger actually stripped away some of my old leaves and replaced the water in my bottle.

I've been high as a kite since the weekend and completely forgot about posting

More light

It's April. The nights are getting longer. The clocks have gone forward. Winter is retreating.

I WANT TO GROW!

But this stupid bloody bottle the blogger keeps me in is really restrictive.

...

Or perhaps the bottle is just a metaphor for life and I only allow it to restrict me because I perceive it that way. Maybe there is another way of thinking about this.

Hmmm...

Treading the Tao

According to the writings of Lao Tzu in the opening words of the Tao Te Ching,

The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and unchanging Tao

As a Stick of Bamboo with no legs, I might just have a headstart.
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Bored

Is this all there is to life? Surely there must be more? Is this my only life? Am I being paid back Karmically for bad deeds done in a previous one, or is this a step up because I was actually good?

A whole universe exists out there - a dynamic, chaotic, vast universe and all I get to do is sit in a squat bottle gathering dust while being ignored by the blogger.

Water Water Neverywhere

You know, I can't remember the last time the blogger changed my water. Even the algae's given up and died. The fuzzy green stuff never have been much of a conversationalist, but at least it was company.

More dust

Has he never heard of a bloody duster? For crying out loud, how thick has this got to get before the blogger notices???

I am not a number, I am a free Bamboo Stick

Sometimes it's hard when I'm ignored so much

I spy...

Damn, that view is boring. Traffic goes past. The library opens and closes. Big deal.

Hellloooooo

Anyone out there? Anyone in here?

Cramped

I can't help but think this bottle's a bit small. My root system is all over it and there's little space to grow

Water

It's a long time since the blogger last watered me. Fortunately the bottle I sit in has a very narrow neck so the water in it doesn't evaporate very quickly

Dust

There's an awful lot of dust on my leaves and the bottle I sit in. I wonder if the blogger has noticed?

View

The view out of the window doesn't change much, but at least it's not too cold in here

Looking Forward

I'm hoping this new blog will open up a whole new area in Bamboo-blogger relationships.

Feeling very optimistic

My New Blog

I am a stick of bamboo in the study of the blogger, Kim Ayres. I've been with him for about 5 years now and felt it was time to chronicle my life with him for the sake of posterity.