Fa – the Green Dragon

A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian


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I Don’t Think That I Am Very Creative

I have never considered myself to be a very creative person. And, over time I have started blogs in the hope that I could and eventually would become a good blogger. To that end I have given a lot of thought as to how I might achieve my goal. I reached a conclusion that blogging needs to be a few things. My major concern is to ensure that what I write has some relevance for my reader. I thought too that consistency in posting is also very important. Blogging it seems must almost become a habit. They say it takes three weeks to develop  or rid yourself of a habit.

Looking back on the blogs I have started and not pursued, I realized that I had not created a habit and often it came down to that I simply forgot to blog that day.

The first step therefore in my strategic plan to become a good blogger is to write something everyday. Hence you will notice that there is a daily posting about Chien Tung – or Chinese Fortune Sticks. While I realize this may not have a lot of relevance for my readers, it is helping me to create a habit.

My next step now is to find topics which prove to be interesting. The question now arises whether this should be narrowly focused appealing to people with a specific interest or should it be broad, almost haphazard appealing to some here and there?

I’ll leave this question to float about in the ether or cyber-space and return to it later after my subconscious mind has had a chance to work on it.


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A Riparian Life

A Riparian Life

Recently, I wrote about my quest to become a good blogger. The main problem for me as I stated was what might be relevant for my readers. So I gave this some thought. In doing so, it occurred to me that my life has be one of living in many different locations. Most of these locations were on or near a major river.

I come from the city of Bristol in Great Britain which is located on the River Avon, a tidal river connected to the open sea. Bristol has a long sea-faring history; it is even thought that cod fishermen sailed out of Bristol  and reached the  North American continent at Nova Scotia many years before Columbus arrived in Florida in 1492. The river is not the same Avon which runs through Stratford upon Avon,  famous as the  birthplace  of William Shakespeare. There are several rivers named Avon throughout the British Isles. In fact the very name Avon which comes from the Latin name Abona  given by the Romans and its  Celtic name of Afon, given to it  long before the Saxon invasion .

Bristol used to occupy parts of  two counties; that of   the  South of  Gloucestershire and the North of Somersetshire. The counties were separated by the river. At the center of the city is a body of water referred to as the Floating harbor. Ocean going ships that come up the river on a high tide, are able to enter the harbor through a set of lock gates. They can remain docked for loading and unloading until ready to set sail, at which time the lock gates are opened and the ship able to depart down river to the sea.

When I was about 12 years old, my father gave me a book. It had the curious title of : Three Men in a Boat (to say nothing of the dog) by Jerome K. Jerome. In short, it was a story about three men who decided to take a boating vacation on a river and the adventures that befell them in the process. It must have made a lasting impression on me because I have always loved the rivers on or near  which I found myself living over the years. I have also  included rivers which were significant insomuch that while I did not actually live on or near them, thy did play a large part of my life.

I’ll write about these rivers in chronological order. But, just to let you know up front, here is a list of rivers that have played a part in my life. I will be writing about:

  • The River Avon – U.K.
  • The River Severn –  U.K.
  • The River Thames – U.K
  • The Mersey River – U.K.
  • The River Hen – U.K.
  • Hazel Brook – U.K.
  • The River Trym – U.K.
  • The River Swale – U.K.
  • The River Seine – France.
  • The Dordogne River – France
  • The Gironde River – France
  • The River Elbe – Germany
  • The Weser River Germany
  • The Rhine River – Germany
  • The Mosel River – Germany
  • The Mississippi – USA
  • The Chicago River – USA
  • The Fox River – USA
  • The Platte River – USA
  • The Pearl River – China
  • The Yangtze Jiang – China
  • The Amazon river – South America
  • The Orinoco River – South America
  • The Danube – Hungary, Austria
  • The Amstel River – The Netherlands.
  • La Meuse River Belgium
  • The Nile River – Egypt

Before I relate events in my life and the part that  the rivers themselves played, I think I should mention that as a young boy I loved to explore. I loved my city of Bristol and the I was enthralled by the very oldness and historic  place that it was. It got its name from” Bricgstow” meaning “place of the bridge.”

A few famous people are associated with Bristol including Robert Louis Stephenson,  Isambard Kingdom Brunel, John Sebastian Cabot and a few others. I’ll get to these illustrious souls in due course.

During the Roman Occupation of Britain settlements were built around Bristol and several  country villas have been uncovered over the years.A port  called Portus Abonae was established at what today is known as Sea Mills a small suburb of Bristol along the river.


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New Activity started Today

I have been going to the Thompson Park Activity Center (it’s in West St. Paul, Minnesota) for a few months. Admittedly it has only been on one Wednesday in the month, but all the same, I am out and about. That’s a good thing. The alternative is to sit at home and vegetate.

Today I attended my first lesson in Watercolor painting for beginners. How about that?

To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous. All for naught as it turned out. The class was attended by about 5 other people; all women as old as or older than me. The class facilitator, Linda S.,was very patient and demonstrated a technique and then asked me to complete a page of the same while she busied herself with the others. The others by the way had been there before, not beginners like me. They chatted easily among themselves as they painted, talking about the nice weather, their gardens, free pie at Baker’s Square on Wednesdays and all the while jazz was playing on a boom box.

The facilitator asked me if the music bothered me and she was somewhat taken aback when I told her that I was from a somewhat famous jazz-city in England. She had heard of Bristol but of course never been there. She had never heard of the Avon Cities jazz club which was located for a short time inside the old Corn Exchange building in Corn Street. She was impressed to learn the such jazz greats as Dave Brubeck and Acker Bilk were regular players there in the 50’s and early 60’s.  B.S. “Acker” Bilk was from  Pensford in Somerset, a small community just outside Bristol.He played in Bristol often  with his band – The Paramount Jazz Band.

At the end of our session, each of us was invited to display our “masterpieces”. A short and friendly critique was made along with advice on how to improve in the future and that was that. I don’t see myself joining a community of starving artists any time soon, but I certainly enjoyed my time and I think I learned more in an hour than I learned in I don’t know how many years at school as a youth.


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Books I have been reading –

I have always been a reader. Among some of the gifts I got during Christmas 1953, was a gift certificate to use at George’s bookshop. George’s is not there anymore, but it used to be located at the top of park Street in Bristol, on the corner of Berkeley Square just before you get to There and Back Again lane. At the time, I was about 9 years old. My very first book that I bought was called The White Cockade. It’s still in print today.

More recently however, I have read (or re-read) The Fingerprints of the Gods, Supernatural and Magicians of the Gods all by Graham Hancock. The Egypt Code by Robert Bauval, the Secret Teachers of the Western World by Gary Lachman and The Occult by Colin Wilson. Around the house are partially read Mao by Jung Chang and Jon Halliday , Isis Unveiled by Helena Blavatsky, Hebrew Myths; The Genesis Story by Robert Graves. In the pipeline I have The Secret Doctrine (Blavatsky) and while I have an electronic version on my Nook app., I was recently able to find an affordable copy of The Mabinogion, a translation from the Welsh by Lady Charlotte Guest. By the way I found some of these books at http://www.wordery.com This site does not necessarily have the cheapest prices but they do offer an extraordinary inventory of books. they include free delivery (hence not the cheapest) worldwide. Many of the more obscure or should I say rare books they offer are printed on demand. In addition I was able to find a highly discounted copy of The Divine Comedy at Barnes and Noble in Maplewood, Minnesota.

Today is June 15th, a special day! The mail man brought a new book for me. The Golden Bough by Sir James G. Frazer. I found it at Wordery.com. It took then only 8 days to deliver. Essentially it’s book about religion. However, it’s a book written over 100 years ago and deals with the business of cultural ritual,  which was a very natural  and accepted form of magic practiced by priests of given cults and shamans of individual tribes. It was originally published in 13 volumes. Happily I received  an 800 page abridged version.


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Time flies when you’re having fun

It has been almost a year since my last post on May 8th, 2015. The title of this post is somewhat misleading. I was not having fun. In fact working as a family slave at Schneiderman’s Furniture totally exhausted and depressed me.

I was fired from my Sales Associate position on January 1st, 2016.  And looking back I’ll be the first to admit that it came as a relief. I cannot say that I enjoyed my time while I was employed there. Oh sure, it had its moments but for the most part the total lack of transparency in the company was frustrating and demoralizing.  add to this a lack of authentic leadership and  poor management and you’ll get my drift.

I wrote to the owner, Larry S. to share my thoughts and feelings with him. His reply basically let me know that he didn’t give a rat’s ass and that I was only a hindrance to his plan for raking in millions of dollars each year.

So now I have time on my hands and have decided it’s time to have some fun. After all, I have paid my dues. It’s my turn to cease playing by the rules.

I have been creating the beginnings of a bucket list. Not containing things I feel I have to complete before I pass on to the next world but rather a list of things I would like to try and do at some time as the mood or thought moves me.

In the meantime I have devoted some time to reading. My vision is low so reading is a bit of a chore. However, reading interesting stuff builds towards a wealth of knowledge and that I find is a suitable pay-off. I should mention that I have a bad habit when it comes to reading. I read several books at the same time. Which book I read depends on what part of the house I am in.  My readers may nod and smile in perfect understanding because they do this too. Others will dismiss the thought as a totally bad idea. But deep down, when you think about it; random moments of reading are good for your brain.


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A note about this site’s Header Image

The Header image for this site is of the Smith Avenue High Bridge. The bridge was built in 1889 and carries Minnesota State Highway 149 across its span of 2770 feet, 160  feet above the mighty Mississippi River. The picture was taken from the river looking to the north-east and downtown Saint Paul. The bridge is about 1040 miles from New Orleans.

One of the reasons I like this view is that I come from a city which has a spectacular bridge. It’s the Clifton Suspension Bridge  view which spans the Avon Gorge and the River Avon in Bristol, U.K. It’s about 1350 feet long and stands 245 feet above the river below. Sadly it has claimed the lives of more than 400 people who have committed suicide by jumping from the bridge. As a side note, not all attempts were successful. two small girls thrown off the bridge by their deranged father  survived the fall when they were fished from the river by the crew of a passing pilot boat.

The bridge was opened in 1864 and was designed by the 24 year old architect, Isambard Kingdom brunel. It took 35 years to complete.