meanderings

Hello you lot -

Just wanted to put a shout out to you  - becaussssse....

Tonight is State of Origin night (first game in the series). And as you may or may not know, that's the one Rugby League fixture I watch each year.

The reason I write/shout out on this eve is that this set my mind to another night of State of Origin which I spent with you Canberra lot (+Phil, but let's face it, he counts as part of your crew!)

Nobody was at all interested in football but willing to humour/indulge me in my football hooliganism at the Duke.  :)

So here's to far away friends  - what we lack in propinquity we make up for in likemindedness and mutual pleasure in each other's company!

HOORAH!


Ps You can find me at the Duke from 8pm haha!

Dear Live journal friends - and if neva could pass this on to his lovely lady, I'd greatly appreciate it...

At what point is "i'm a product of my upbringing" an unacceptable response for someone making you feel blue? Or rather as a reason why they are "unable" to change/ do things differently/ change their perspective on things?

I don't like to think that I have to be what my parents/society/ past experiences made me. although I acknowledge that breaking habits which are ingrained, or breaking psychological barriers are difficult, I like to think I - and everyone else has the ability to change. Or at least the CAPACITy for change, even in a latent form.

I know this is getting on the "self determinism v nihilism" whatever debate, but seriously - philosophically and practically - at what point is enough enough??!

I wish you Melbourne types were in Sydney, i could do with a proper chat.

Big love from Lauren.

PS come to my birthday party.

hello all .i have... things... brewing. i need to sit down and write them out. they'll probably find their way here. I have mostly abandoned capitals today.i'm feeling like village grammar is sufficient today.

My days are inhabited by new memories of you.
Places we've never been together. Things you've never said.

Day five has swung around already i barely feel as though I've had time to sit down, take a deep breathe and soak in the vibe of Rome. QWe've been so busy rampaging around ancient sites and various museums,listening to lectures, learning learning learning - It's all been seriously intense! I've been waiting for this for so long, studying, thinking about Rome and the pay off has certainly been sweet.

Walking along the Ancient Triumphal Route into the Forum; standing before the imposing columns of the Pantheon; looking around inside the Ara Pacis... I don't really have the ability to describe how it makes me feel. 

I am overwhelmed by the realness of history here. In Australia our history is shallow, history has always been something that happened in books and in my imagination, fuelled by the theings I read. There, I live in entirely in the present- or at least in an ankle deep pool of heritage - the sun shines brightly and youthfully, we don't wear the weighty dark mantle that Europe does - psychologically and physically. Most of the houses and buildings we walk by here are older than white settlement in Australia. 

You can feel the weight of history in the air. In the way people dress and live and operate. The way they conceive of themselves. Perhaps it is both a curse and a blessing to have such history.

 

 Yeah yeah picasso was great 
but let's go and picnic by the river 
and skim stones 
in dappled sunshine.

It's a pink Tuesday.
Surely that's reason enough to celebrate.  
Puce? Magenta? Rose? Coral? Salmon? Fuchia? Berry?

I'm having a Mr Ham Kind of Day. If you know what I mean.

The cup is talking to me again. 
Why not answer?

I am indeed enjoying the concept of an elegant sufficiency but wonder whether the reality is actually possible. 

I wonder also whether chartreuse ever feels jealous of puce. 
Half caste colours should stick together, 
not bicker to the detriment of their collective power against those pushy primaries.

Definitely a Pink Day.

 

Dear Famous People of All Entertainment Types,

 

Previously I’ve been one of the first to snort with disbelief at the celebrities amongst you who whinge abut the stresses of fame and the lack of privacy. These days, I would argue, you people know what you are signing  up for – if you don’t want to be hassled by the paparazzi become a librarian, or retire to Lithuania to be come a goatherd.

 

Today, however, all this has changed, outside my work, opposite the Supreme Courts, having seen Nicole Kidman comport herself with an impossibly high degree of dignity and composure as a pack of photographers, like slavering hyenas who had sighted their prey leaped in a attacked, armed with flash bulbs and bloodcurdling cries of niCOLE! niCOOOOOOOLE!

 

Terrifying.

 

May I extend my most abject apologies to all those I have previously slandered – seeing the true ferociousness of the media frenzy up close and personal I now know htat nobody, and I mean NOBODY – not even Paris Hilton – deserves to be treated like that the moment they step out onto the step – and certainly not “Our Nicole”.

 

Crazy times.

 

Over and out, Murgatroyds

 

xx

 
(ps I SAW NICOLE KIDMAN ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! She is seriously beautiful!)

Oh my. Boredom at work has driven me to ferret around on the net and in so doing I found this gem of a website. Oh Raven, how far you ahve come since the heady days of  "That's so Raven"...

One of my aspirations when I was little was to do my own cooking show and - judging by the calibre of this one (see the mini sandwiches video. Amazing. It is an essay in how to put deli meats with premade dips and spreads on croissants, i'm not kidding you)  I am DEFINITELY a talented enough cook and talker to warrant my own show.

First show: How to decorate cupcakes and make fairy bread. 

Show number two, moving along a bit, we'll launch straight into how to make Jelly and raspberry lemonade.

It'll be a hit with the kids! I could have a puppet side kick called Mr Ham... hmm... something to seriously consider for the future...

I wonder whether this applies to other things - particularly the bits about women feeling better after talking  v feeling/acting worse after repressing - and the opposite in men...  interesting.  I know that after I have a rant  I feel about a jillion times better and can kind of put things aside in so many aspects of my life. 

(But Cunningham - maybe you should talk about chocolate less...   :P )