Well here we are eating cake and sweets again.
Another leaving and a taking of place
My teeth are coated in nasty gunk from reeses pieces and baby jellies
There is this amazing homemade cake with walunts and coffee icing goodness
Some lottery tickets and a card with farewell wishes
I can’t believe I’ve seen another come and go
When will it be me?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
aMAZEing Party 07
I have developed the habit of taking pictures near, or in toilets. No idea why but I reckon i'll keep going with it. I have deleted some of the best before ever uploading them :(But from now on the toilet series will continue.
WTF?
who would have thought? Is this a product for the worlds laziest person? Why? A spoon is too difficult? I can think of no situation for this product to be necessary. Silliness.
Exhibit at the Project
This is a musical exhibition I checked out over the Summer.
It took place in a smallish dark space. The music came through the speakers which were suspended on the end of ropes. Each speaker had an item on top of it like sand or bones. When the speakers jumped the sound of the sand or bones etc added to the music playing.
I walked around checking out the shadows cast by the musical scales surrounded by the sound of jumoing bones and electro. an excellent way to spend half an hour or so!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
systems
I have systems for almost everything I do.
This includes drying myself, my wardrobe, my books and my cupboards.
For the untrained eye all may appear chaotic but I know where everything goes and how they go there.
My dearest looks at me as though I were a nutter when I mention these systems.
He refuses to follow the system for the cupboards.
And what happens? The bowls get shoved in the back where it is difficult to reach. The back of the cupboards are for rarely used dishes like the dessert bowls that came with the gaff.
Why why why not follow the system. Glasses get broken, plates impossible to find.
MADNESS.
This includes drying myself, my wardrobe, my books and my cupboards.
For the untrained eye all may appear chaotic but I know where everything goes and how they go there.
My dearest looks at me as though I were a nutter when I mention these systems.
He refuses to follow the system for the cupboards.
And what happens? The bowls get shoved in the back where it is difficult to reach. The back of the cupboards are for rarely used dishes like the dessert bowls that came with the gaff.
Why why why not follow the system. Glasses get broken, plates impossible to find.
MADNESS.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
back issues
I put my back out at the weekend pulling weeds in my overgrown garden. I had forgotten how much the muscle spasms impact my life. Going to a gallery the next day exhausted me completely. I had to sit on every bench along the picture journey. After a while any extra pounds I carry became extra tons. Laughing and sneezing were painful moments. By late afternoon I was very cranky and tired.
I needed to salvage the rest of the evening.
My solution was to get my other half off to play board games with his gamer mates in order to avoid me. I thought I would watch a couple of good arty vidoes with subtitles and sit on the big seat with a big cushion behind me. When I got to the shop there was a deal marked on the vids in large labels. As I hobbled up to the shop counter with my 2 long pondered choices I was told I had to pay full price as the computer system wasn't configured properly. At this news I almost burst into tears. I rolled my eyes to heaven and went a bit red. I told her to forget it. I shuffled out of the shop quickly with the poor woman behind the counter shouting after me that it was not her fault.
I felt bad that I had made the woman feel small - and I think I did. It just felt like the end of the world when she said I couldn't have the deal. I could afford the two at full price but I did not see why I should have to cause someone had forgotten . It's funny how even small pain if constant wears you down. I can't imagine what people do if they have chronic pain. I would be a complete bitch all the time.
Luckily I had some prescription drugs left over from the last time I was forced to walk like a 200yr old and teh back is starting to get better.
I needed to salvage the rest of the evening.
My solution was to get my other half off to play board games with his gamer mates in order to avoid me. I thought I would watch a couple of good arty vidoes with subtitles and sit on the big seat with a big cushion behind me. When I got to the shop there was a deal marked on the vids in large labels. As I hobbled up to the shop counter with my 2 long pondered choices I was told I had to pay full price as the computer system wasn't configured properly. At this news I almost burst into tears. I rolled my eyes to heaven and went a bit red. I told her to forget it. I shuffled out of the shop quickly with the poor woman behind the counter shouting after me that it was not her fault.
I felt bad that I had made the woman feel small - and I think I did. It just felt like the end of the world when she said I couldn't have the deal. I could afford the two at full price but I did not see why I should have to cause someone had forgotten . It's funny how even small pain if constant wears you down. I can't imagine what people do if they have chronic pain. I would be a complete bitch all the time.
Luckily I had some prescription drugs left over from the last time I was forced to walk like a 200yr old and teh back is starting to get better.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Pulling out the weeds
The other day I was weeding through a heavy laden patch of garden. No attention had been paid to the patch of poppies in some time and grass had grown up strongly between the flowers. There were plenty of dandelions pushing their way through to the sun along with a few nettles.
The ground was still wet from all the rain and the weeds were heavy with
Then I happened upon some snails doin it!
And then some more.
I had chanced upon a snail brothel in amongst the poppies.
Feck.
Now a couple of days later there are snail babies crawling all over my walls outside.
Flippin plant eaters everywhere I look.
drat.
ok the plan now is to find a bible and read it to those pesky snails - show the error of their ways.
The ground was still wet from all the rain and the weeds were heavy with
Then I happened upon some snails doin it!
And then some more.
I had chanced upon a snail brothel in amongst the poppies.
Feck.
Now a couple of days later there are snail babies crawling all over my walls outside.
Flippin plant eaters everywhere I look.
drat.
ok the plan now is to find a bible and read it to those pesky snails - show the error of their ways.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
old behaviours
a lot of the time when i have to go out and talk to people i chicken out.
it takes a long time to get ready to go outside.
items of clothing tried on and discarded again and again. over and over. panic about an outfit and how it appears from each side. each mirrored part has to look acceptable.
then what to say to people. the dullness of conversation. the dullness of seeing.
it all becomes overwhelming and sometimes i have to go to bed instead.
this becomes a problem when it is close friends and family.
this is old stuff for the most part as i overcome it now.
it takes a long time to get ready to go outside.
items of clothing tried on and discarded again and again. over and over. panic about an outfit and how it appears from each side. each mirrored part has to look acceptable.
then what to say to people. the dullness of conversation. the dullness of seeing.
it all becomes overwhelming and sometimes i have to go to bed instead.
this becomes a problem when it is close friends and family.
this is old stuff for the most part as i overcome it now.
Private Lives
At the Gate.
Shrill upper class English accents. Now I expected fake upper class accents but not to the point of hearing impairment. Private Lives is a good play and given the right circumstances would work. It is the kind of comedy I enjoy as a rule.
The performance at The Gate is mediocre and at times becomes irritating. The relationships are unbelievable as there is a complete absence of sexual tension between the people playing the divorced couple. The two others are just written as two dimensional anyway so do not count.
One of the women thought it wise to scream loudly and at lenght everytime she was upset which was often. The slapstick was badly done exceot for one of the dance scenes set late into the play.
The costumes were excellent though and had been put together with love and care. They evoked a sense of glamour and occasion. They completely overshadowed the play.
What a pity.
Shrill upper class English accents. Now I expected fake upper class accents but not to the point of hearing impairment. Private Lives is a good play and given the right circumstances would work. It is the kind of comedy I enjoy as a rule.
The performance at The Gate is mediocre and at times becomes irritating. The relationships are unbelievable as there is a complete absence of sexual tension between the people playing the divorced couple. The two others are just written as two dimensional anyway so do not count.
One of the women thought it wise to scream loudly and at lenght everytime she was upset which was often. The slapstick was badly done exceot for one of the dance scenes set late into the play.
The costumes were excellent though and had been put together with love and care. They evoked a sense of glamour and occasion. They completely overshadowed the play.
What a pity.
if i lie flat on the floor i can hear the ground breathing. It's a relief to know that the ground breathes even when i do not.
floor breathing becomes necessary when i can't stand up anymore from the weight of a thought in my head.
Sometimes there is no thought just wading through and breathing concrete .
Thickening up my nostrils
sliding slowly down my throat
my lungs become a filled and breathing is a burden
hitting the floor relieves this thankfully.
Then I notice how dusty it is down on the floor.
floor breathing becomes necessary when i can't stand up anymore from the weight of a thought in my head.
Sometimes there is no thought just wading through and breathing concrete .
Thickening up my nostrils
sliding slowly down my throat
my lungs become a filled and breathing is a burden
hitting the floor relieves this thankfully.
Then I notice how dusty it is down on the floor.
locked in thought
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Lucian Freud
Saw the Lucian Freud exhibit today. Absolutely wonderful – everyone should see it as often as possible. Layers and layers of discovery. All movement and insides pouring out from canvas.
I became drawn into the subjects. My reaction was instinctive.
There us so much living in all of us. All the human dirt, blood, water and emotion layered into nakedness. Memories layered onto the bodies making up movement.
The paintings made me touch my face to feel myself living in excitement.
That feeling of extreme sensitivity caused by brain overactivity was coming out through my skin.
Lip swelling cheek burning tongue touching response.
I love his work. I love his work.
As for the exhibition – I checked it out the wrong way around – looking at the more recent works first. This was a mistake really because the works go way back some from the forties and it is good to see a progression from older to current in this case. But there was no guidance from IMMA on how to view. A pointer would have been good at least and then let people make up their minds on where to go. Still it is well worth checking out and going to the new gallery first if you do.
I became drawn into the subjects. My reaction was instinctive.
There us so much living in all of us. All the human dirt, blood, water and emotion layered into nakedness. Memories layered onto the bodies making up movement.
The paintings made me touch my face to feel myself living in excitement.
That feeling of extreme sensitivity caused by brain overactivity was coming out through my skin.
Lip swelling cheek burning tongue touching response.
I love his work. I love his work.
As for the exhibition – I checked it out the wrong way around – looking at the more recent works first. This was a mistake really because the works go way back some from the forties and it is good to see a progression from older to current in this case. But there was no guidance from IMMA on how to view. A pointer would have been good at least and then let people make up their minds on where to go. Still it is well worth checking out and going to the new gallery first if you do.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
not everything needs a title
i'm watching so much Grey's Anatomy that I reckon I could watch it with one eye.
I may try this.
I may try this.
need
ok this is how much i need a break - today I had to take a bus to work. From my lovely perch at the front window I could see everything - still I could not keep my eyes open becasue of the constant stimulation. It's everywhere just constant brain food. i need some brain starvation. Some non thinking. A bit of space for my head. I'm off to waterford for some water to fill my head with next week. Nice one.
work
my workplace is a festering nest of politics - ok so most places are but I would say where I am is particularly bad. Like a minature Dail I venture to say.
I work in my clients office and have done so for four years.
The thing is it's a new comany in a tough marketplace and they need a proactive outlook from the people they hire. But they just hire aggressive people who like to fight and attack from behind. I don't have this kind of aggression as a part of my makeup naturally so the lessons I've learned on the job have changed me. Actually they probably just added to the cynicism I built up from living with my Granny.
Granny is and always has been a miserable person. Just a fog of misery all around her tiny self.
Anyhow i guess this is off the point really. I may leave that one for another essay.
Meetings are an attack from whomever.
Recently I started a new job which takes me out of the meetings and the politics or so I thought.
Yet I have spent the day emailing rowing about processes having a one up type thing with colleagues. GFY all of you - to them.
My boss is in the direct line of the political blahdom. She has a senior person in the clients organisation calling her now b!tching about the person directly below the senior person and almost directly above my boss (from the client side) . You see what I mean - annoying like a needlessly complicated bee/wasp hybrid.
What is wring with them all.
They have no lives.
I am exhausted from it all.
I need a holiday really soon.
Like on Friday - yip like o Friday.
In the middle of episode 22 Grey's anatomy.
I work in my clients office and have done so for four years.
The thing is it's a new comany in a tough marketplace and they need a proactive outlook from the people they hire. But they just hire aggressive people who like to fight and attack from behind. I don't have this kind of aggression as a part of my makeup naturally so the lessons I've learned on the job have changed me. Actually they probably just added to the cynicism I built up from living with my Granny.
Granny is and always has been a miserable person. Just a fog of misery all around her tiny self.
Anyhow i guess this is off the point really. I may leave that one for another essay.
Meetings are an attack from whomever.
Recently I started a new job which takes me out of the meetings and the politics or so I thought.
Yet I have spent the day emailing rowing about processes having a one up type thing with colleagues. GFY all of you - to them.
My boss is in the direct line of the political blahdom. She has a senior person in the clients organisation calling her now b!tching about the person directly below the senior person and almost directly above my boss (from the client side) . You see what I mean - annoying like a needlessly complicated bee/wasp hybrid.
What is wring with them all.
They have no lives.
I am exhausted from it all.
I need a holiday really soon.
Like on Friday - yip like o Friday.
In the middle of episode 22 Grey's anatomy.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Hmmmmm
i have watched ten episodes of greys anatomy since saturday - they are around 45 minutes a go.
Today is Monday. I went to work today and everything. Pretty people in scrubs with silly romantic lives. i.m having strange thoughts of being married to a standoffish top cardio surgeon. They all seem to have sex in the hospital. I have idea why though. Hospitals tend to be pokey, smelly, icky, mrsay. Nasty sex in hospitals where most likely you'll catch someting or other from the floor you are bumping and grinding on.
Weird huh.
weirder still i am currently watching my 11th episode
Today is Monday. I went to work today and everything. Pretty people in scrubs with silly romantic lives. i.m having strange thoughts of being married to a standoffish top cardio surgeon. They all seem to have sex in the hospital. I have idea why though. Hospitals tend to be pokey, smelly, icky, mrsay. Nasty sex in hospitals where most likely you'll catch someting or other from the floor you are bumping and grinding on.
Weird huh.
weirder still i am currently watching my 11th episode
Sunday, July 8, 2007
pip
yesterday when i was lying down in my garden i swallowed a pip from a lemon slice. i felt a rumbling all of sudden and my tummy started to expand. A lemon tree tree began to grow straight out of my belly button. When it was fully grown the tree sprouted hundreds of tiny white flowers. As i looked closer i could see baby lemons growing through the petals of the flowers. The lemons pushed through until they were plump and juicy. When they fell to the ground they burst open and the juice spread all over the grass soaking it all. The grass turned a bright yellow colour that sparkled in the sun.
Then the grass melted away and i found myself floating in a lemon custard pie. i licked my lips and ate myself all the way out of the pie. The pie tasted lemony sweet and tangy. The warm pie slipped down my throat filling my tummy. There was so much pie filling my stomach it pushed the roots of the tree up and out through my belly button. The lemon tree fell over and became a big cloud of sparkling yellow dust. When the dust settled i got up and took a stroll around the garden.
Then the grass melted away and i found myself floating in a lemon custard pie. i licked my lips and ate myself all the way out of the pie. The pie tasted lemony sweet and tangy. The warm pie slipped down my throat filling my tummy. There was so much pie filling my stomach it pushed the roots of the tree up and out through my belly button. The lemon tree fell over and became a big cloud of sparkling yellow dust. When the dust settled i got up and took a stroll around the garden.
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