Alfred wrote:
William wrote:

Baja Blue

If I remember correctly, you recorded yourself singing that song and posted the resultant auio file to the old Serif Forums.

Actually, I added it to my own webspace and posted a link in one of the old Serif Forums, And it is still in my own webspace.

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/b … ording.pdf

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/song0001.htm

I seem to remember that to get it to play at that time that one needed to download it to local storage and then open it in Adobe Acrobat Reader and then click inside the square..

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Bathe it in Baja Blue

William Overington

This song was written in the autumn of 2004 yet the lyrics were not published until 2007.

The song was inspired by an announcement by Pantone that labels on consumer items could have the Pantone colour details on the label, as names and maybe Pantone numbers. So the lady in the song is looking at the labels and studying the details of the Pantone colour of the item, not trusting simply to just looking at the colour of the sofa or the cushion but making sure of the precise colour from the details on the label.

A lady comes into
the store one day
Saying what she wants to do
She's furnishing a room
in her home
And she wants it Baja Blue
She's looking for a sofa
A few easy chairs
A number of cushions too
And she wants the colours
All to match
And she wants them Baja Blue

Bathe it in Baja Blue
Bathe it in Baja Blue
She's looking at the labels
Studying the details
Making sure it's Baja Blue
She's looking for precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that the colour is true
She's relying on precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that it's Baja Blue

The very next morning
We took the van
The furniture to install
The lady came out
into her drive
And showed us into the hall
She pointed down the hallway
to the room at the end
Then she added too
Go past the copy
of the Leonardo
To the room that's Baja Blue

Bathe it in Baja Blue
Bathe it in Baja Blue
She's looking at the labels
Studying the details
Making sure it's Baja Blue
She's looking for precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that the colour is true
She's relying on precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that it's Baja Blue

Now it later turns out
The lady is a writer
For a fashion magazine
And there we saw
some photographs
Of the room where we'd once been
One of the views went
out to the hallway
Through the open door
Lady with an ermine
Gazing out
And a stylish ceramic tile floor

Bathe it in Baja Blue
Bathe it in Baja Blue
She's looking at the labels
Studying the details
Making sure it's Baja Blue
She's looking for precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that the colour is true
She's relying on precision
in the measurement of colour
So that she knows that it's Baja Blue
So she knows that it's Baja Blue
So she knows it's Baja Blue


Copyright 2004 William Overington

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Song of the irises

William Overington

This song was written in December of 2003 yet the lyrics were not published until October 2007.

The song was inspired by the fact that the encoding of cuneiform into Unicode was taking place at the time that the song was written.

Since that time I have thought that if the song were being recorded and a video were being made, that maybe the video could be recorded in a garden, near some irises, beneath a starry sky on a summer evening.

There are irises in the garden
Some have flowers the colour of the sun
Some have flowers the colour of the moon
Some have flowers the colour of lapis lazuli
They will fade all too soon
The splendour of the flowers
As they are today
Deserves to be recorded
On a tablet of clay
Whatever the colour of the flower
The stem is dark green
Showing there is adequate water
At the roots which are unseen
The flowers are prominent in the iris
They are nearest to the stars
Yet all parts of the iris
Contribute to their splendour


Copyright 2003 William Overington

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Pick Your Own

William Overington

A day in the English countryside. She is starring in a creative writing scenario wherein a television company has decided to make a television programme series called English Volksmusik which is to be shown on Thursday evenings. She has been contracted to perform two songs. One will be in the studio, but this one is to be filmed on location, here in this large 'Pick Your Own' orchard where people can visit, pick fruit from trees and then pay for them and take them home. The phrase 'Pick Your Own' is a play on words as 'pick' can mean to pick the fruit from the tree and also 'pick' can mean to choose which individual fruits one wishes. In a 'Pick Your Own' orchard one does both of these. Usually she sings alone, except perhaps for backing singers, but today she is to be part of a duet with another female singer. This is the idea of the television company who wish to produce an English language version of the volksmusik programmes that are often on German television. A fairly regular feature of such programmes are female duets, singing, often with a combination of singing and walking, fairly fast songs with catchy, swing along lyrics. The television company wishes to give this German style presentation to the programme. The idea is not to create a programme of English Folk Music, but to create an English language version of German Volksmusik. Indeed, many of the musicians are over here from Germany, including the five member band that is here in the fruit orchards today with her. She and the other singer have practised the song in the studio and have had a walk through of their route amongst the rows of apple trees. This is a fairly fast song with catchy, swing along lyrics. Several camera crews are here, some static, some in motion. Several takes may be necessary, but now it is time for the first filmed performance. They are to start walking so that they line up with the 'Pick Your Own' sign just as they start to sing. The director indicates to start walking. They walk. The introductory music will be short, then they will be off!

          (And a volksmusik clarinet swing)
Pick your own
The notice states
In an orchard
Or estate
Pick an apple
Pick a pear
In the rural
Country air
Leave the bustle far behind
Pick some fruit
Just unwind
Very soon
It will be clear
Pick your own is here!
          (And the music takes off with a clarinet swing)
          (Just trying to give it a volksmusik zing)
          (Then it swings back and forth like a bird on the wing)
          (And we're ready again for the singers to sing)
Apples, cherries, plums and pears
Pick some fruit
Lose your cares
In the orchards you can go
See just where
Apples grow
Walk around amongst the trees
Choose your fruit
As you please
You will find
Once you've begun
Pick your own is fun!
          (And we're back once again with the clarinet swing)
          (Trying once more for a volksmusik zing)
          (Once again back and forth like a bird on the wing)
          (And the singers wait to sing)
So you see
It's really great
Picking fruit
On an estate
Rural England
Air is clear
Pick some fruit
It's not too dear
Spend some time
Upon the land
Ask a friend
To lend a hand
See the fruit
Where it is grown
And you can pick your own!
          (And the volksmusik style with clarinet swing)
          (Now ends us with a zing!)

Song lyrics and creative setting written by William Overington
Copyright 1998 William Overington

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Roses From Rootstock

William Overington

She is in the television studio with an audience. She is again starring in the creative writing scenario wherein a television company has decided to make a television programme series called English Volksmusik which is to be shown on Thursday evenings. This is the second of the two songs which she has been contracted to perform. For this song she is singing alone. She is wearing a long slightly pink dress, the colour of wild roses. This is a slow, romantic ballad. She has words to sing to herself at the introduction and between verses in order to keep good timing. There will be a strings orchestra playing all the time. In the introduction and between verses a trumpet soloist will feature. The stage is decorated with plants. There is a clear, wide walkway for her. She walks forward. Music plays.

          (Now roses from rootstock)
          (Are high in the air)
In a garden
A grafted rose
Was once set to grow
Fine genes on the top
With rootstock below
Yet a shoot from the rootstock
Took a chance that was there
Now roses from rootstock
Are high in the air
Yes roses from rootstock
Are high in the air
          (Yes roses from rootstock)
          (Are high in the air)
Now the stem from the rootstock
Then started to branch
With long stems abounding
And forming an arch
And the sprays of the flowers
Now interlink
And the roses from rootstock
Are delicate pink
Yes the roses from rootstock
Are delicate pink
          (Yes the roses from rootstock)
          (Are delicate pink)
The roses from rootstock
Are quite simple flowers
Their quietness is such
One could watch them for hours
And the roses from rootstock
Of such simple kind
Give quiet contentment
And peace in the mind
They give quiet contentment
And peace in the mind
          (They give quiet contentment)
          (And peace in the mind)

Song lyrics and creative setting written by William Overington
Copyright 1998 William Overington

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Decoration Through Time

William Overington

She walks out onto the very back of the stage, to our left. She walks forward past the small orchestra. There is a microphone for her on a stand near the front of the stage, to our left. Two backing singers, one male, one female, are already at a microphone half way back on the stage to our right. She reaches her microphone. Her arms are straight by her side. The lights go down around her. She, in her long dress, is illuminated by a spotlight; orchestra and backing singers are bathed in turquoise light. She speaks.

"Hello everyone. I'd like to sing a new song, with lyrics written in England in February and March of 1998. It's called 'Decoration Through Time'."

She waits for the orchestra to start the performance. Quietness. She knows that the backing singers will first sing two lines, then she will sing alone and the whole audience will be focused on her every word. She remembers the directions to sing slowly and meaningfully. We see the conductor raise his baton, though he is behind her and she does not see him. She hears the music start.

          Delight in the decorations
          Which have survived through time
As a potter makes a work of art
With hand movements like mime
The methods are so similar
To those of ancient time
Though time flows ever onwards
Not to return again
Though days are gone for ever
Some ceramic things remain
          Though those days are gone for ever
          Some ceramic things remain
As a builder digs foundations
Some pottery in the ground
Once used, long broken and forgotten
In modern times is found
Collected now as history
Remains of times long passed
For though those days are gone in time
Their artists work still lasts
          For although those days are gone in time
          Their artists work still lasts
Clay that was so pliable
Fire that was so fierce
Ceramic made from both of them
Survives so many years
Delight in the decorations
Which time will never tire
Deliberate choice made there and then
Sealed in the clay by fire
          By deliberate choice made there and then
          Sealed in the clay by fire


As the orchestra plays the final notes of the music she knows that the performance is almost, though not yet quite, over, yet her part is complete. As the music stops, she will learn the reaction of the audience.

Song lyrics written by William Overington in February and March 1998
Creative setting written by William Overington in May 1998
Copyright 1998 William Overington

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I entered the lyrics into Copilot and Copilot offered to produce an image and I accepted.

Snowball in Cincinnati in July

William Overington

This song was written in July 2007.

(instrumental jazz introduction)

A Snowball in Cincinnati
On a July afternoon
The chances are
that it would melt
Very, very soon
I had got to know you
I had seen you around
We'd talked on an occasion or two
Like those of a snowball in Cincinnati in July
I thought my chances with you

(two lines of instrumental)

Tuesday afternoon
The art gallery foyer
Albert and his band
Playing ragtime
Practising for Saturday
For the concert that is planned
I saw you there
I caught your eye
You glanced for a moment or two
Like those of a snowball in Cincinnati in July
I thought my chances with you

(Next an instrumental verse, with a jazz trombone as a featured instrument)

A probability amplifier
Appeared upon the scene
And though July
snowflakes fell
and made a wintry scene
Heptagonal-shaped snowflakes
In pastel colours too
The snowball survived in Cincinnati in July
And all my dreams came true
Yes the snowball survived in Cincinnati in July
And all my dreams came true

(more instrumental jazz)

Dreams in Retirement

An original ballad by Copilot and William

An elderly man who had worked hard when younger, 
Now dreams in retirement an artist to be. 
He sits by the window with tea and with thunder, 
And paints on his screen what the soul longs to see. 

No portraits of grandeur, no landscapes of glory, 
No brushstrokes that mimic the masters of old ... 
But each line he draws tells a personal story. 
In colors that shimmer like memories told. 

And orders fine prints of the ones he holds dear, 
He sends them through wires to places unknown ... 
He smiles at the joy that his visions make clear, 
The walls of his home now a gallery all of his own. 

The elderly man, with no training or title, 
Creates from a place that no schooling can teach. 
His art may be humble, but quietly vital, 
It speaks in a language that longing can reach. 

He paints not for riches, though pennies are welcome, 
But more for the pleasure of making what's new. 
Each morning he wakes with ideas all a-dancing, 
To chase down a dream that he knows to be true. 

A lady once wrote, “Your art makes me feel happy,” 
And that was the moment he knew he had won. 
Not fame, not applause, but a joy that runs snappy, 
Like light through the clouds when the rain has been done. 

So now in his twilight, he paints without sorrow, 
No longer defined by the work of his past. 
He lives for the colors that bloom with each morrow, 
And finds in his art a true purpose at last.

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I wrote this fifty word science fiction story over five years ago. Not a joke as such, more a story with a humorous implication.


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It was running humour from the posts about the label on the jar of jam.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CFs-CDtPAA

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https://i.postimg.cc/vcNwQ3kJ/pannas2.png

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I remember one time seeing a cartoon reposted on the Unicode mailing list where someone had got Scrabble tiles with unusual characters and large scores.

The cartoon had the caption "I've got some weird tiles."

It did not have this one, but to get the flavour (pun intended) please imagine a Scrabble tile with an emoji of a Strawberry and a score of 22!

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Alfred wrote:
KarenPL wrote:

Found another:

I asked the librarian if she had a book about Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat.

She said it rang a bell, but she wasn’t sure if it was there or not.

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Oh, excellent!

I laughed out loud at that.

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Yes, thank you both.

I was, with increasing frustration, looking down the side panel at all the Tools.

Eventually, I noticed the three hoizontal lines and looked there and found Document Properties. Which was peculiar as I had already used that menu to open the PDF document.

I had wondered whether I had somehow managed to install a trial version of Adobe Acrobat.

By the way, does the Affinity suite version 2 still have the peculiarity that one cannot put one's name as the author in the PDF document Document Properties using Affinity Designer?

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I have been making a PDF document using Affinity Publisher version 1, which I have done before, but not on this new computer.

The artwork was produced in Affinity Designer version 1 but I produced the PDF document using Affinity Publisher so as to have my name as Author in the PDF document Author field.

As far as I know all is fine.

So I then installed Adobe Acrobat Reader, commonly known as Adobe Reader, or at least I think I did, but maybe not.

I just want to get to the Properties panel of the PDF document that I have opened to check that my name is listed as Author.

But there seem to be lots of tools but not that Properties facility.

Any idea of what is happenimg please?

I have sometimes attached a PDF document to a post in these forums.

As my computer got broken, I am trying to recover what I can.

Is there a way to find what attachments I have added to posts without going through each thread please?

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William wrote:

I suppose part of why I thought it hilarious is because many of the sentences in the Duolingo Welsh course are about parsnips.

This one was in a lesson that i tried today.



https://i.postimg.cc/zbvPTy7Q/pannas.png


Please click on the picture to enlarge it.

This picture alsio provides an idea of what a Duolingo exercise looks like, about fifteen exercises similar to this in a lesson. Similar, yet various types, such as listening, translating into English, translating into Welsh.

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200x100ym700xd2c500yd5c200x100yd

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Clicking on the image and then clicking on the result gives a big enlargement of the image. The lines are drswn very well.

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[Here is an attempt to draw the example stated in the desctption]
[WJGO]
Please produce an image from the following text.
200x100ym700xd500yd200x100yd

[Copilot]
Here’s your image, generated from the input 200x100ym700xd500yd200x100yd. It should now correctly depict a triangle with the specified vertices. Let me know if you'd like to test another shape or expand your language further!


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[For the avoidance of doubt, it is not the correct image for the input text. The image is 1024 pixels by 1024 pixels. Perhaps I can work out approximately would be the text input to producev this image and inform Copilot. Maybe that would help]

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Copilot helped me define it. Very powerful.

If I input an example it will describe the result that it should produce perfectly.

But when it tries to produce an image, it produces black lines on a white background, but the wrong picture.

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[WJGO]

I am writing a post about this language for a web forum. Please describe the language so that I can copy and paste your description into the forum thread.

[Copilot]
Absolutely, William — here’s a clear, copy-ready description of your language that you can post to your forum. It explains the syntax, behavior, and structure in a concise and engaging way:

[Not even attempted to enter it here due to rich text structure]

[WJGO]
That is good. However the forum only accepts plain text, so could you present the same infomation as plain text all of one font size please, no panels, just text.

[Copilot]
Absolutely — here’s the same description in plain text format, suitable for posting in a forum that only accepts basic text:

This is a minimalist command language for generating vector-style graphics using simple text input. It operates on a small set of variables and commands, allowing precise control over drawing operations with compact syntax.

Variables:

a: current X-coordinate

b: current Y-coordinate

p: previous X-coordinate (used for drawing)

q: previous Y-coordinate (used for drawing)

h: input buffer for numeric values

All variables start at 0.

Digit Commands (0–9): Each digit command updates h by multiplying the current value by 10 and adding the digit: h = h * 10 + n

So the sequence 2 5 7 builds h = 257.

Symbolic Commands:

x: sets a = h, then resets h to 0

y: sets b = h, then resets h to 0

d: draws a line from (p, q) to (a, b), then sets p = a and q = b

m: moves to (a, b) without drawing, then sets p = a and q = b

Syntax Rules:

Spaces are ignored. Input can be tightly packed or spaced out.

Commands are interpreted sequentially, character by character.

The coordinate system places the origin (0, 0) at the top-left corner.

X increases to the right

Y increases downward

Example: The input string: 200x100ym700xd500yd200x100yd

Produces a triangle with vertices at: (200, 100), (700, 100), (700, 500), and back to (200, 100)

This language is compact, expressive, and ideal for generating simple vector paths with minimal syntax.

Let me know if you’d like to include a sample image description or a few more examples!

This afternoon I tried asking Copilot to learn my graphics language and then draw images using text input input in the language.

A very interesting experience.

Copilot learned the language and when given a command written in it explained what it was to draw.

But when it tried to draw the image it could not get it right, it often got it very wrong.

I'll ask it now if it will describe the language.

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In various places in the novel, Edith says "Possibly" rather than saying "Yes".

For example in the following where Edith lets Simon know why Mariposa is visiting without telling Simon, a journalist, anything he can quote.

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_037.pdf

Also, about parsnips.

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_057.pdf

Alfred wrote:
William wrote:

Actually what I posted is how Copliot output the completed poem.

*Copilot, not Copliot

I know, I keep doing things like that.

Continuing, Alfred wrote:

I wonder why it lays out verse like that.

It doesn't always.

Sometimes Copilot was producing new verses and presenting them in white on a black background in a panel, each  line of poetry as one line of text, with Copy outside at upper right, so it could be clicked and copied as ordinary text onto the clipboard. Only later to output it like in the first post in this thread.

Yes, I could convert it to one line of poetry on each line, add a space before the dashes, typeset it in, say, Garamond Italic, add a thin line border in red using Affinity Designer, exporta PDF document, and buy a giclée print framed in a natural wood frame and it would look good.