got up and felt sorry for self cause I have the sniffles
booked flights to Italy
drove the man over to the board game house
drove back without getting lost - Yay
took some Neurofen cold n flu
dried the dishes
cut roses back
mowed lawn (70' lawn thank you)
jumped on compost to get more room
painted door frame
painted banister
painted meter box cupboard
wrote test questions for new work trainees
got washing out
facebooked
blogged
read other blogs
texted friends
made burgers
watched House re-runs
ate my own weight in chocolate
cleaned up cat puke
ordered and ate chips - now feel sick and kinda food bold
decided it is OK to start a blog without a capital letter
watched the end of Adam Bede - i loved the book as a young teen
wrote this list
wow not too bad for a sniffles day
Monday, March 24, 2008
Spreader
I have had the clogged nose, the streaming eyes and the general grumpiness.
These are all associated with the Cold.
I have no idea who gave it to me however I intend to spread it around.
It has seriously impacted my weekend.
Also the M on y laptop is sticky.
Let the spreading begin.
These are all associated with the Cold.
I have no idea who gave it to me however I intend to spread it around.
It has seriously impacted my weekend.
Also the M on y laptop is sticky.
Let the spreading begin.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
DMZ
Tee hee ...was chatting to a rather drunken but clever man at a party last night and it has been established that we live in the DMZ. Demilitarised Zone or the Northside of Dublin to you.
I intend to use this from now on and pass it off as my own. He has given me free reign to do so.
I intend to use this from now on and pass it off as my own. He has given me free reign to do so.
I got to see a couple of exhibitions in Melbourne
I got to see a couple of exhibitions in Melbourne.
There was a Nick Cave exhibit , which was, ya know about Nick Cave.
Actually there were some incredible photos of the man himself and associated artists through the years. (Oh what I would give to have my times recorded in arresting still life.) The display also consisted of notebooks, a film, art, collected memorabilia and voice over recordings reading out some of the notes.
There were pictures from Louis Wain and many other intriguing items that this man of diverse interest has collected over the years.
The exhibit brought me from the early days right up to Grinderman whom I saw play at ATP. They blew me right up in the air that time. I am especially fond of the No Pussy Blues that was sung with much gusto.
I am a Nick Cave fan and I have to say really enjoyed all the info and small insights into his life. It was cheering to see the pictures of his wife and children in the dense darkness of the other works.
The notebooks were a fantastic addition and gave me a feeling I was getting to see the cogs usually so well hidden by production.
The general atmosphere was enhanced by the classic tunes playing throughout.
As always I found the amount of information in the exhibition overwhelming and I could have done with returning another day to go over the parts I was unable to digest.
But as I blinked out into the afternoon sun I knew my time was limited and Melbourne had much to offer a culture hungry tourist.
Onward I walked.
There was a Nick Cave exhibit , which was, ya know about Nick Cave.
Actually there were some incredible photos of the man himself and associated artists through the years. (Oh what I would give to have my times recorded in arresting still life.) The display also consisted of notebooks, a film, art, collected memorabilia and voice over recordings reading out some of the notes.
There were pictures from Louis Wain and many other intriguing items that this man of diverse interest has collected over the years.
The exhibit brought me from the early days right up to Grinderman whom I saw play at ATP. They blew me right up in the air that time. I am especially fond of the No Pussy Blues that was sung with much gusto.
I am a Nick Cave fan and I have to say really enjoyed all the info and small insights into his life. It was cheering to see the pictures of his wife and children in the dense darkness of the other works.
The notebooks were a fantastic addition and gave me a feeling I was getting to see the cogs usually so well hidden by production.
The general atmosphere was enhanced by the classic tunes playing throughout.
As always I found the amount of information in the exhibition overwhelming and I could have done with returning another day to go over the parts I was unable to digest.
But as I blinked out into the afternoon sun I knew my time was limited and Melbourne had much to offer a culture hungry tourist.
Onward I walked.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Fairytale of Kathmandu
Currently watching this film.
Honestly it really isn't looking too well for Cathal O Searcaigh.
His general ponderings on love appear to be slightly deluded.
I will return to this subject when I have time
Honestly it really isn't looking too well for Cathal O Searcaigh.
His general ponderings on love appear to be slightly deluded.
I will return to this subject when I have time
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Thoughts
In my recent mind wanderings and drifting I have wanted to run at you and kiss you fiercely.
Knock you over in the kitchen as if I were a battering ram.
Smash all the cups and litter the place with debris.
All abandon and chaos.
Delightful.
Knock you over in the kitchen as if I were a battering ram.
Smash all the cups and litter the place with debris.
All abandon and chaos.
Delightful.
This Morning
The rabbit was dark haired and long. To be honest it was more likely a hare but my hazy mind was not certain.
There was nothing in focus but the hare and my hands around it choking.
I could see my thumbs tightening and compressing the neck.
No struggling.
I pushed through the windpipe.
The skin parted in my hands.
I pulled off the rest of the hide and was done.
There was nothing in focus but the hare and my hands around it choking.
I could see my thumbs tightening and compressing the neck.
No struggling.
I pushed through the windpipe.
The skin parted in my hands.
I pulled off the rest of the hide and was done.
Back to Work Rant
The thing about being back to work is the level of playground drama that goes on.
It feels strange to be completely immersed in it again.
Loud personalities are encroaching on my space.
I feel my back starting to ache with the bother of it all.
I want to work in a place free from politics...but honestly there is none.
That is my depressing thought of the day.
That everyone in Ireland who looks stressed is stressed. I reckon this work life balance that we all crap on about so much doesn't exist.
You are expected to give too much to work and if you do not then the trouble starts.
I just have to keep picturing the people I saw living in huts off the side of the mountain with nothing, barely a thread and put it all in perspective again for myself.
Thailand is a funny place like that. Lots of students travelling on a budget that would pay the wages of some Thai workers for years. It is really commercial, beautiful, ravaged, over-run with tourists. The Thai people are just so polite and helpful.
Ah now I am back in the good place.
It feels strange to be completely immersed in it again.
Loud personalities are encroaching on my space.
I feel my back starting to ache with the bother of it all.
I want to work in a place free from politics...but honestly there is none.
That is my depressing thought of the day.
That everyone in Ireland who looks stressed is stressed. I reckon this work life balance that we all crap on about so much doesn't exist.
You are expected to give too much to work and if you do not then the trouble starts.
I just have to keep picturing the people I saw living in huts off the side of the mountain with nothing, barely a thread and put it all in perspective again for myself.
Thailand is a funny place like that. Lots of students travelling on a budget that would pay the wages of some Thai workers for years. It is really commercial, beautiful, ravaged, over-run with tourists. The Thai people are just so polite and helpful.
Ah now I am back in the good place.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I am at home sick today
So watching Oprah at some stage in the afternoon is a must.
Now I have not had the pleasure in quite a while.
Jaysus the contestants are all sitting around a counsellor bitvhing about how a long over (9 yrs ago) divorce hurt them so much. I do not want to have my sick time invaded by three middle class young adults sniveling about how they feel they are unable to open up to their parents.
Does anyone want to open up to their parents or have the other happen...they open up to you. YIKES! My parents are great but I think it would kill them off if they knew what went on in my head and I am fairly certain a frank discussion the other way would have me running for the kitchen knife.
My advice to these well dressed young folk to get themselves a drinking problem like most of Irish youth and kill off any brain cells that would enable you to discuss emotions properly.
Maybe I should stick with Seoige and O'Shea where they are doing an item on tarot readings...Will different tarot readings be consistent for the same man? Effing tarot readings? How far has Grainne fallen since the newsreader days.
Still even I fancy the lovely Seoige....everytime I see her I imagine her in black with a large whip in hand.
Did I just fall into a weird fantasy land..did I mention I was sick?
Must turn TV back on to find out if GS thinks Irish men are bad husbands.
I'm guessing the target audience for this show are kinda sad.
Now I have not had the pleasure in quite a while.
Jaysus the contestants are all sitting around a counsellor bitvhing about how a long over (9 yrs ago) divorce hurt them so much. I do not want to have my sick time invaded by three middle class young adults sniveling about how they feel they are unable to open up to their parents.
Does anyone want to open up to their parents or have the other happen...they open up to you. YIKES! My parents are great but I think it would kill them off if they knew what went on in my head and I am fairly certain a frank discussion the other way would have me running for the kitchen knife.
My advice to these well dressed young folk to get themselves a drinking problem like most of Irish youth and kill off any brain cells that would enable you to discuss emotions properly.
Maybe I should stick with Seoige and O'Shea where they are doing an item on tarot readings...Will different tarot readings be consistent for the same man? Effing tarot readings? How far has Grainne fallen since the newsreader days.
Still even I fancy the lovely Seoige....everytime I see her I imagine her in black with a large whip in hand.
Did I just fall into a weird fantasy land..did I mention I was sick?
Must turn TV back on to find out if GS thinks Irish men are bad husbands.
I'm guessing the target audience for this show are kinda sad.
ladies hair
What is is about my present surroundings that makes me feel the need to shave parts of myself?
I hate that my armpits look like I haven't hit puberty yet.
As for pubic hair - why would I want to look like a nine year old? Beside the re-growth itches so badly.
I would rather just look furry naked than be caught trying to itch my nether regions at work. Imagine getting into a good scratch and having it interrupted by your new bosses stares. Not a good introduction.
Still I did go for several years without shaving anything when I was younger. Then I got together with a friend of mine and I could see his face when he first noticed my legs. Which are not terribly hairy but it was noticeable nonetheless. Now he only did a brief double take but women are sensitive to these things so I shaved them the next day. I have never gone with the whole natural thing again.
I resent my bowing down to this social limitation. Particularly when I like men's hair. Why do they get to look so lovely with their soft hair smelling of goodness and I have to strip myself down.
Crazy
I hate that my armpits look like I haven't hit puberty yet.
As for pubic hair - why would I want to look like a nine year old? Beside the re-growth itches so badly.
I would rather just look furry naked than be caught trying to itch my nether regions at work. Imagine getting into a good scratch and having it interrupted by your new bosses stares. Not a good introduction.
Still I did go for several years without shaving anything when I was younger. Then I got together with a friend of mine and I could see his face when he first noticed my legs. Which are not terribly hairy but it was noticeable nonetheless. Now he only did a brief double take but women are sensitive to these things so I shaved them the next day. I have never gone with the whole natural thing again.
I resent my bowing down to this social limitation. Particularly when I like men's hair. Why do they get to look so lovely with their soft hair smelling of goodness and I have to strip myself down.
Crazy
I envy you
the lack of involvement
ability to be close enough without truly blurring your feelings
the thickness of your hair
the soft strong voice
the closing off
ability to be close enough without truly blurring your feelings
the thickness of your hair
the soft strong voice
the closing off
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Getting Home
I still feel out of step with the rest of the world here in Ireland.
Just a few seconds behind the reality of life.
It appears to make everything clearer and allows me to make decisions quicker than ususal.
Everything here is like one of those black and white movies of footballers. The ones where they run around like maniacs kicking the ball in an old fashioned way.
All mania and no style. I will continue after my dinner guests leave...
Just a few seconds behind the reality of life.
It appears to make everything clearer and allows me to make decisions quicker than ususal.
Everything here is like one of those black and white movies of footballers. The ones where they run around like maniacs kicking the ball in an old fashioned way.
All mania and no style. I will continue after my dinner guests leave...
Is it a sign of madness to wear a plastic bag on your head in the shower?
One of the many questions asked of me by the cat this morning.
Probably is.
My excuse though is that I realised I had run out of conditioner and had no shower cap. What a disaster to start the day.
So a plastic bag was the only answer then.
Cat still reckons I have lost it though.
Probably is.
My excuse though is that I realised I had run out of conditioner and had no shower cap. What a disaster to start the day.
So a plastic bag was the only answer then.
Cat still reckons I have lost it though.
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