I have some rather cool, talented friends. They do stuff like write, play in bands, and have epic guitar hero battles while still generally balancing doing mature grown-up stuff. Yah know jobs, bills, occasional wee ones …. Although, most seem to be on the late starter front with that last one.
Two of them have launched their new Myspace site with a sampling of their acoustic, folksy pop… check it out here: http://www.myspace.com/sansgrenadine
One’s the falling in love song ….
One’s the bitter *@!* love song…
It will become pretty apparent pretty quickly which is which… although I must warn you the second song is very catchy and you may find yourself walking around singing “fuck you” to yourself for the next few days… you have been warned
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Hey there seventeen year old self...
During the week I saw an article in the paper titled “Letter to Me”, it was basically a few semi-famous Brisbanites writing what they would tell their seventeen year old selves. Cute idea! It appeals to the nostalgic in me. I think it probably appeals to most people over the age of 25 when you’ve accumulated enough cringe-inducing moments and poor decision making to really be able to lay it out there to your younger self.
I have noticed in my Facebook perusing that lots of people list “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” as one of their favourite movies. I think it appeals to the same desire, the desire to order ourselves the smoother versions of our life. I’ll have the blameless life thanks, minus the heartbreak and cringe-inducing moments. Oh yeah and I’ll have fries with that.
Yep, it’s not reality but I thought I would run with it anyway.
So here’s a few of the things I would tell my seventeen year-old self….
• Very shortly Paul Keating is going to the win the election, your sister will show up at home having drunk three quarters a bottle of Jim Beam, when you go into the room to break the news to her she will vomit at your feet, you may want to take a step back.
• Screaming at a bouncer that it’s Saturday night and everyone is bloody drunk will not help your cause.
• Lots of people will come and go out of your life, don’t waste your love and energy on the ones that don’t give it back. But don’t be so hard on yourself when you do. You’ll get much better at spotting the keepers with age….
• All the overseas travel your going to do… great idea…. Although it will leave you with constantly itchy feet
• Try not to lose yourself in other people’s problems. You can’t solve them for them even if you desperately want to.
What would you tell your seventeen year old self?
I have noticed in my Facebook perusing that lots of people list “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” as one of their favourite movies. I think it appeals to the same desire, the desire to order ourselves the smoother versions of our life. I’ll have the blameless life thanks, minus the heartbreak and cringe-inducing moments. Oh yeah and I’ll have fries with that.
Yep, it’s not reality but I thought I would run with it anyway.
So here’s a few of the things I would tell my seventeen year-old self….
• Very shortly Paul Keating is going to the win the election, your sister will show up at home having drunk three quarters a bottle of Jim Beam, when you go into the room to break the news to her she will vomit at your feet, you may want to take a step back.
• Screaming at a bouncer that it’s Saturday night and everyone is bloody drunk will not help your cause.
• Lots of people will come and go out of your life, don’t waste your love and energy on the ones that don’t give it back. But don’t be so hard on yourself when you do. You’ll get much better at spotting the keepers with age….
• All the overseas travel your going to do… great idea…. Although it will leave you with constantly itchy feet
• Try not to lose yourself in other people’s problems. You can’t solve them for them even if you desperately want to.
What would you tell your seventeen year old self?
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Embracing my Inner Narcissist
Are you looking for an extra timewaster? Do you have a burning desire to embrace your inner narcissist? Then head to this website and find out what celebrity you look like....
http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-face-recognition
First of all you need to whip out the digital camera and take some happy snaps of yourself preferably when you are looking your most attractive (perhaps attempt some kind of sexy gaze at the camera) because you don’t want to end up looking like one of those ugly celebrities…
I’m not sure how politically correct it is but here is a rather cool picture of me morphing into a Native American actress I've never heard of...
Disturbingly I also look 80% like a chinese man as well....
http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-face-recognition
First of all you need to whip out the digital camera and take some happy snaps of yourself preferably when you are looking your most attractive (perhaps attempt some kind of sexy gaze at the camera) because you don’t want to end up looking like one of those ugly celebrities…
I’m not sure how politically correct it is but here is a rather cool picture of me morphing into a Native American actress I've never heard of...
Disturbingly I also look 80% like a chinese man as well....
Filling in Time.....
Left work super early yesterday to have some pre-drinks drinks. I’d organised the drinks with some close friends in preparation for a larger social occasion later in the evening. They were my time filler friends. I knew if I had to muster the enthusiasm to head out at 9.00pm in the evening it probably wouldn’t happen…..
The drinks were squeezed in for about an hour and a half perched on a stool, there was a fantastic breeze that broke up the ridiculous mugginess and there was intermittent wafting smells of Indian mixed with laughing and swigging of expensive beer and quantum leaps from one conversation topic to the next….
It went something like this…. Been spending too long a weeks at work, getting stuck in ruts, oh my god how good does that Tandoori smell from the Indian across the road, break-ups and bitter song lyrics*, the lack of logic in attraction, “I carried a Watermelon”** moments in a lift with a cute boy at work, where the hell is this job going, moving back in with parents, mums always being mums and how it makes you a little nutty, reverting back to a bratty child, moving overseas, dreams for the future, insecurities and soccer….
Then I clip clopped my way to the city to have some more drinks with some other lovely people in my half a size to small op-shop shoes wishing I’d chosen comfort over cuteness….
* That would be Ani Di Franco and her “untouchable face”
** Tragic Dirty Dancing reference
The drinks were squeezed in for about an hour and a half perched on a stool, there was a fantastic breeze that broke up the ridiculous mugginess and there was intermittent wafting smells of Indian mixed with laughing and swigging of expensive beer and quantum leaps from one conversation topic to the next….
It went something like this…. Been spending too long a weeks at work, getting stuck in ruts, oh my god how good does that Tandoori smell from the Indian across the road, break-ups and bitter song lyrics*, the lack of logic in attraction, “I carried a Watermelon”** moments in a lift with a cute boy at work, where the hell is this job going, moving back in with parents, mums always being mums and how it makes you a little nutty, reverting back to a bratty child, moving overseas, dreams for the future, insecurities and soccer….
Then I clip clopped my way to the city to have some more drinks with some other lovely people in my half a size to small op-shop shoes wishing I’d chosen comfort over cuteness….
* That would be Ani Di Franco and her “untouchable face”
** Tragic Dirty Dancing reference
Monday, February 4, 2008
Excuse me while I get on a soapbox....
One of the joys of the blog I think is the ability to voice your opinion without the pesky interference of having to engage in dialogue with people that disagree with you. However in the real world it doesn’t work like that…
...cue recent conversation with friend about defence lawyers and sex-offenders….
Friend: I don’t know how anyone can defend paedophiles…. How can anyone justify that to themselves?
Me: (cue getting ranty) well seeing as it's such a highly paid and regarded area of law I’m guessing that their the lawyers that really believe that everyone deserves representation
Friend: yeah but I just don’t know how you can justify to yourself defending paedophiles….
Me: well if you believe that people have the right to a fair trial or to be presumed innocent until guilty or equality and don’t believe in it for everyone then isn’t that just hypocritical (I can be annoyingly self-righteous when I’m ranting….)
Friend: so would you ever work with them…
Me: yeah, probably
Friend: yeah well… I just don’t understand how you could do that?
I’ve noticed recently that I tend to have surrounded myself with friends who have alarmingly similar world-views. I think we are all pretty far down the bleeding heart left-wing spectrum. I’m a little unsure how this friend slipped through the net....
I did a placement a couple of years ago at a clinic for adolescent sex offenders. I remember talking to the manager about how he coped with the job, he was definitely someone who saw the grey around the edges of life and people and he had three young kids himself. He said this gave him more of vested interest in making the world a little safer. He also told me that he told cab drivers he was a salesman … it was easier apparently than the constant justifications, arguments, listening to people on their soap-boxes. I really admired him. I’m sure he could have been making a shit-load more money somewhere else without having to justify it to cab-drivers….
Also…. Completely unrelated and off the topic… actually no I think I can use the whole left-wing angle as a segue way.... while cruising some other people’s blog’s I found this quote from Maxine McKew talking about her work as a journalist which I found very entertaining……
"People have a nervous collapse when I've actually broken through and got someone to say something honest. It is either regarded as a gaffe, or people say they must have been drunk, or publicly musing aloud, or they didn't realise the tape was running, or I must have had oral sex with them under the table. I find it absurd."
I’m guessing now that she’s a politician she won’t be able to throw around the phrase “oral sex with them under the table” quite as freely.
...cue recent conversation with friend about defence lawyers and sex-offenders….
Friend: I don’t know how anyone can defend paedophiles…. How can anyone justify that to themselves?
Me: (cue getting ranty) well seeing as it's such a highly paid and regarded area of law I’m guessing that their the lawyers that really believe that everyone deserves representation
Friend: yeah but I just don’t know how you can justify to yourself defending paedophiles….
Me: well if you believe that people have the right to a fair trial or to be presumed innocent until guilty or equality and don’t believe in it for everyone then isn’t that just hypocritical (I can be annoyingly self-righteous when I’m ranting….)
Friend: so would you ever work with them…
Me: yeah, probably
Friend: yeah well… I just don’t understand how you could do that?
I’ve noticed recently that I tend to have surrounded myself with friends who have alarmingly similar world-views. I think we are all pretty far down the bleeding heart left-wing spectrum. I’m a little unsure how this friend slipped through the net....
I did a placement a couple of years ago at a clinic for adolescent sex offenders. I remember talking to the manager about how he coped with the job, he was definitely someone who saw the grey around the edges of life and people and he had three young kids himself. He said this gave him more of vested interest in making the world a little safer. He also told me that he told cab drivers he was a salesman … it was easier apparently than the constant justifications, arguments, listening to people on their soap-boxes. I really admired him. I’m sure he could have been making a shit-load more money somewhere else without having to justify it to cab-drivers….
Also…. Completely unrelated and off the topic… actually no I think I can use the whole left-wing angle as a segue way.... while cruising some other people’s blog’s I found this quote from Maxine McKew talking about her work as a journalist which I found very entertaining……
"People have a nervous collapse when I've actually broken through and got someone to say something honest. It is either regarded as a gaffe, or people say they must have been drunk, or publicly musing aloud, or they didn't realise the tape was running, or I must have had oral sex with them under the table. I find it absurd."
I’m guessing now that she’s a politician she won’t be able to throw around the phrase “oral sex with them under the table” quite as freely.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Haiku for Procastination
In the rich tradition of shamelessly stealing other people’s ideas (thanks Sherdie) the following blog is a collection of Haikus inspired by rain, taxis, randomness, technology, and procrastination in that order ……
Haiku for a Brisbane winter night
Work til late, dark, rain
pouring down, no umbrella.
Stuff this. Taxi home.
(Copyright: Sherdie 2007)
This is one a friend saw on a random t-shirt at Woodford Folk Festival:
Haiku’s are easy,
But sometimes they don’t make sense.
Big, white, elephant.
Haiku’s stolen from Wikipedia
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Everything is gone;
Your life's work has been destroyed.
Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?
One that I wrote about the process of looking up Haikus on the internet….
Haiku for Procrastination
At computer, I’ve
got important stuff to do.
Hmmm… google haiku.
Haiku for a Brisbane winter night
Work til late, dark, rain
pouring down, no umbrella.
Stuff this. Taxi home.
(Copyright: Sherdie 2007)
This is one a friend saw on a random t-shirt at Woodford Folk Festival:
Haiku’s are easy,
But sometimes they don’t make sense.
Big, white, elephant.
Haiku’s stolen from Wikipedia
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Everything is gone;
Your life's work has been destroyed.
Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?
One that I wrote about the process of looking up Haikus on the internet….
Haiku for Procrastination
At computer, I’ve
got important stuff to do.
Hmmm… google haiku.
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