There will not be pictures.
Not for the next few weeks anyway.
No, nothing's wrong with the camera.
It's really the photographer I think.
She's gone irresponsibly mad.
Can't be bothered, y'know.
She does apologise for not keeping up to standards.
But she says, 'Oh bugger it, i'm just going to sit in and enjoy the view on this one.'
Sorry crowd.
Really am.
Can't do much when she's in that spirit.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
The Power of Now
Many of you are probably wondering what I'm up to these days.
To some unsuspecting few, you might think I'm still scaring the beejeezuz out of my monkees. But fact is, I've diverted my attention to Melbourne grounds. Little Melbourne children are sweetcakes. See how their blue eyes bulge in fear. So cute.
I'm about to make a public announcement on my blog
(which no one reads - it may be futile but try, I will nevertheless.). If you see me online, please do not ask me this question:
"Have you found a job yet?"
I will get deeply, horrendously, skin-itchingly, hair-raisingly annoyed. Because for pete's sake people (whoever Pete is), I've only been here for a week. Is there nothing else in life than to work, work and work? And if you're answer is 'no', you are sickly, grossly, overworked and dull to no end.
Let me tell you monkeys, gorillas and chimps.
Some days you've got to sit back, smell the roses, and enjoy the coffee. Some days you just need to bask in the sun and appreciate life.
Because if one day a truck would to run me over and I'm lying there dying, squished and squashed, I will want to have memories of flowers, of green grass, juicy strawberries and blue skies. And if I met God (for I have not sinned that much), I can say, "Thank you dear Lord for bringing us so much joy in our lives. Thank you for giving us such a beautiful world. Thank you for giving us sun to melt the cold, the birds to chirp a song, and for family&friends to warm our hearts."
The only way for me to be thankful is to take Time and Be in the Now.
Let us all appreciate the Now. Not on our death beds. (I only write so much about it because it will come. Sooner or later). God knows work can wait.
To some unsuspecting few, you might think I'm still scaring the beejeezuz out of my monkees. But fact is, I've diverted my attention to Melbourne grounds. Little Melbourne children are sweetcakes. See how their blue eyes bulge in fear. So cute.
I'm about to make a public announcement on my blog
(which no one reads - it may be futile but try, I will nevertheless.). If you see me online, please do not ask me this question:
"Have you found a job yet?"
I will get deeply, horrendously, skin-itchingly, hair-raisingly annoyed. Because for pete's sake people (whoever Pete is), I've only been here for a week. Is there nothing else in life than to work, work and work? And if you're answer is 'no', you are sickly, grossly, overworked and dull to no end.
Let me tell you monkeys, gorillas and chimps.
Some days you've got to sit back, smell the roses, and enjoy the coffee. Some days you just need to bask in the sun and appreciate life.
Because if one day a truck would to run me over and I'm lying there dying, squished and squashed, I will want to have memories of flowers, of green grass, juicy strawberries and blue skies. And if I met God (for I have not sinned that much), I can say, "Thank you dear Lord for bringing us so much joy in our lives. Thank you for giving us such a beautiful world. Thank you for giving us sun to melt the cold, the birds to chirp a song, and for family&friends to warm our hearts."
The only way for me to be thankful is to take Time and Be in the Now.
Let us all appreciate the Now. Not on our death beds. (I only write so much about it because it will come. Sooner or later). God knows work can wait.