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Monday, August 1, 2016

Last night I was fortunate enough to see Paul Capsis perform Resident Alien at The Street Theatre. It was a fabulous performance (and if it is coming to a theatre near you I would strongly recommend seeing it). But this is not a review, instead a moment to take insight from some words by Quentin Crisp:

It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, 'Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then, pigs will be your style. 

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

On Tuesday evening I decided to stay back late at work to set-up everything for a function on Thursday. In doing this it allowed me to take Wednesday off, giving me time to catch up on some much needed house chores and various other things. Around 11am, after vacuuming the house and well on to the second load of washing @noooonie arrived home and states: you have a parking fine. 

I lost it - words not being repeated here were thrown across the room and heavy footsteps echoed through the house as I went and collect that nasty yellow envelope. $108! For parking outside my own house! Outrage!

Compare that to only moments ago, when I was called into the kitchen to find that one of my small pottery dishes, which had a lovely dragonfly design on it and was gifted to me by our elderly neighbour, had been broken in an accident. My reaction: oh well, things break.

It is interesting to note what one gets mad about. 

In the larger scheme of things getting a parking fine has little to no impact on my life - yes its a tad inconvenient, and yes maybe I won't be able to have that extra two dry martini at the St Regis. But, it has no ongoing effect. Therefore, instead of cursing and stomping off next time (and we all know there will be one), I've decided that making a cup of tea is a much better use of my time and energy. Because, life it too short. 
In retrospect I can't help but laugh at the parking incident: it would have been cheaper to have gone to work and paid someone to clean my house. If anything, that's a valuable lesson to learn.

Saturday, July 23, 2016


A few months ago I was having a conversation with a fairly new friend, and the conversation of travel came up. I was surprised to learn that this friend although older then I had never travelled, and in fact made the comment: "I don't see the value in spending $10k plus to go somewhere and come back with a small, cheap trinket." I remember thinking at the time that he had missed the point of travelling.

In thirty days I will be embarking on a five week trip starting in Edinburgh, UK before travelling east to west through the USA. At this point of time it still hasn't quite sunk in that I am going (that reminds me I must purchase travel insurance), although I do find myself day dreaming at times about all the possibilities that this trip may hold.

I have always had this fantasy to go travelling with the aim of truly engaging with the experience. What do I mean by this? I remember when I was travelling in Europe with a few other people and at the end of one of our days in Paris I asked one of my companions what she had got up to and she replied: "I just walked around, had lunch in a small family run cafe where the owners told me about their life, and walked up Montmarte." I remember being in owe. That's what experiencing a place takes: no running around to see monuments or waiting in queues, but exploring and being a part of the moment.

For this trip I want to get lost, I want to explore. But also I want to engage and experience. I aim to keep a daily travel log, write, draw and really engage with my surroundings and the experience. I plan to come back with more then just a trinket. Although, I must pick up a cheap souvenir for my friend.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Sailor MIA

Unfortunately, my Sailor has been classified as MIA. Last seen on the morning of Friday 19 February: I sat at my desk and scribbled out an address on an envelope before rushing out to meet Mr. Foulkes. It was not until the Saturday morning when having coffee with Mother, and the need to write a list alerted me to the fact that the Sailor was missing.

It has been a rough few weeks. Resorted to pencil, I have tried to carry on. But the Sailor does obsess my thoughts - making me check under every piece of furniture or cupboard just once more, just to be certain.

I miss its smooth and delicate flow of ink, and the way the gold nib would glisten (that's the first time I have ever had to write that word, in fact I required the dictionary for its spelling) in the light. However, I feel it is time to let go and until I am able to afford a new amazing fountain pen I have made acquaintance with a fine nib Lamy Safari.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

I am a Spontaneous Idealist. What is your personality type?

Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential.
Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.

This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.

If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.

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