Seed's have not sprouted.
Still cannot cook.
World has not been saved.
Really really want chocolate.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Putting the Book in my Cook
It occurred to me today the only possible progression, or perhaps regression, from gardening, is cooking. Yes that’s right folks, I’m in the kitchen. (Literally) It’s like some wave of instinctive domestic longing has come over me, clearly I’m teetering on the brink of insanity.
I have been living on the kind of bland diet that someone who converted to vegetarianism before learning to cook would live on for what feels like forever and if tomato and basil pasta were a person, I think I’d probably punch it. Yet it’s probably a bonus that my pre-existing cooking experience amounted to el-zippo, given that becoming vegetarian generally means re-learning to cook, for me it just means learning. But I decided it’s not the skills I’m lacking, and definitely not the creativity, simply the right cook book. It’s all in the book really isn’t it? And so I skipped, or perhaps rolled, off to the train station with Yellow Betty today, and ventured deep into Borders, straight past the Gardening books, in pursuit of the cooking section.
The section spans at least 5 shelves covering everything from books on wine, oils, feeding picky kids, Italian favourites and exotic Asian dishes to eating organically for dummies, finger foods, party pleasers, cup cakes, seafood, everything-you-could-ever-dream-of-doing-to-rice, vegetable menus, both vegetarian and vegan-friendly encyclopaedias and the chronicles of student friendly 30 min meal ideas. Where oh where to begin!
Guided by the basic idea that the cookbook destined to unlock my basil-shaking lentil-loving inner Jamie Oliver would under no circumstances be a Donna Hayes or Woman’s weekly flop, nor an idiots guide to anything, I poured through the relevant vegetarian bibles for those complete with pictures and those that offered recipes consisting of at least 5 ingredients that I would know from a bar of soap. Frankly, the chef’s and fine connoisseurs of this world can keep their Aubergines, celeriac gratin, tagliatelle, brioches and tangy fricassees to themselves. Yes I’m uncultured, how disgustingly suburban of me, but it comes down to this honey bun, I won’t eat it until I have some clue wether its a pulse, grain or G.L.V. (green leafy vegetable, for the uninitiated) and I’d prefer to be able to pronounce it.
And so I avoided the unillustrated Student's Vegetarian Cookbook: Quick, Easy, Cheap, and Tasty and the gourmet guide to Vegetarian Dishes until eventually, after much skim reading and even more disgruntled “What the hell is that’s?”, I stumbled across my new friend, Vegetarian Cooking and Vegetable Classics. Admittedly, it doesn’t have the stain, tear, water proof and inflammable pages I require, (Apparently, and rather stupidly, no one has thought to publish such an indestructible book.) but it does offer 1400 stunning photographs. Winning sales pitch!However the real reason this one stole my heart, is because the first 150 pages provide the history, description and culinary purpose of the shoots, stems, roots, greens, seeds and squashes that are about to bamboozle me in the coming pages.
What I learnt today - an eggplant is a variety of aubergine, which is a fruit that goes superbly with Tzatziki...whatever the heck that is!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I dream of spring blossoms...
I have soil under my fingernails, dirt on my feet and definitely no idea about gardening.
I picked up some flower seeds on impulse, captured by a vision of Swan River Daisy’s and Everlastings growing at my front door. Briefly caught up in a daydream about my very own flowers, hand reared and coaxed from seeds into sprouts, sung to, talked to, caressed and cried over when they begun to wilt, the seeds actually sat on my desk for a week. They waited patiently for me to pay them due attention and seal their fates in soil, until today came along, a breezy fine Sunday afternoon that was serving no other purpose. Seizing the packets, a spade and a hat, I ventured into the front yard, where it was decided my tiny seedlings would begin their lives, safe from the destructive paws of Baloo the Golden Labradorable.
Step 1: Read Instructions.
Instructions: Full sun, part shade, low alkaline soil, 1-2mm, water with lemon scent, kiss before planting etc etc
Step 2: Ignore Instructions.
Way, way too complicated. And so I cleared away the leaf litter, scooped out some sand and simply dropped the seeds in, tentatively buried them again, sprinkled them with water and left a hand print offering to mother earth for luck. I departed with only a slight pang of guilt and shame at my poor mothering skills and the slow burning fantasy of buying an apple tree, some oversized gloves and a watering can.....
Step 3: Buy the Idiots Guide to Gardening
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Embrace your inner greenie!
Enironmentalism could be refered to as the "ism of our time." The world's been through phases of communism, liberalism, realism, naturalism, modernism, and now enviromentalism is the new big in thing. Admittedly, it's not really new, but it's all the rage. Major polluters are making many out of it and lets face it, everyone looks good in green. Think global warming, holey ozone, overfishing, carbon trading, disappearing forests and all that jazz. You've heard of it, you're sick of hearing of it, TV goes off and life goes on, right?
No.
Yeah that's right, I said no.
But global warming can't even be proven can it? Isn't it just a hoax? The earth's ecosystem goes through cycles, and so it's not our fault it's getting warmer. And if I stop driving my car, it's not going to change anything, I'm just one person in a huge world, and I need to get from A to B, thats just the way it is. Plus people need jobs, and people need food. You can't just stop all development and progress, until you prove its ecological sustainable or because one species of bird may disappear.
Well, here's the dealio amigo, these excuses we espouse daily, the arguments we create for our right to pollute, those insults we throw at ridculous earth-saving hippys, they get us nowhere. Who care's if global warming is a big maybe end-of-world crazy theory? Lets look at what we know.
1. We know oil is running out, its not a scare theory, it's a fact. Oil comes from plants and animals that have rotted deep underground over hundreds of thousands of years. Theories say we'll be all out of the stuff by 2050. I don't know how long you're willing to hang around the service station for... but it's already bloody expensive, imagine when there's none left? NONE. Then it won't matter wether its a ford or a holden you're pushing...
2. Forests are disappearing. They have been since the 60's, but we still act suprised. Seven million hectares of ancient forest are logged, cleared or severely degraded worldwide, every year. For farmland, mining, housing, toilet paper production...and a whole host of different reasons. If you need an explanation, other than an appreciation of their simple beauty, tree's and forests are part of ecosystems which provide homes for animals, birds and bugs. Logging destorys valuable biodioversity. Any diddlebrain amongst us who half-way paid attention in high school science, knows everything in this world exists in a state of inter-connectedness and when you destory one part of it, you harm the rest.
3. Ocean's are being overfished. It's not just about Japenese whale burgers, or dolphins and turtles caught in tuna nets. Giant fishing nets destory the ocean bottom, as well as taking in huge hauls of anything that falls into the net, and throwing the 'crap' ,otherwise known as living ocean creatures, back. Some fisheries are sustainable, monitored by governments and NGO's. The majority, especially in Asia where a lot of seafood comes from, aren't. Do you really think thats ok?
4. Car pollution cased by fuel has and always will be a problem. New cars and new fuel are cleaner burning and healthier, but they are still polluters. Why the heck does the countryside smell so good and fresh? Because it's not full of cars like the city is.
Most of us live in cities, we forget that we cannot live without our enironment. People actually boast that they don't care much about the environment. I'd rather like to see them survive without it. Remember what it was like the last time the electricity went out? When the water was turned off? When we got put on gas restrictions? Nothing to keep food cold, nothing to drink... We are entirely supported by a supply network that harks back to humble mother earth herself, only a fool would ever forget that.
What do we do? Where do we start?
Start small, think big. Be committed, be active and I promise no one will make you hug a tree.
1. Think Transport. How do you get around? Do you need that big car? Newer is definetly cleaner, but using it less is way better. Ride a bike, take a bus, rollerblade, car-pool to work, walk, take a train. Yes it may take more time, but life is a journey, it doesn't start when you get to point B, alternative modes of transport allow you to actually use your time, save money, and maybe even get fit. Every individual person does not need a car with 5 seats, how big is your arse anyway? A family with 4 people and 4 cars? Do you really need to waste all that money when you could like.. umm.. share?
2. Water Wise. In Australia water, or lack thereof, is always an important topic. Everyone would do well to think about it as a resource when they are using it, if only out of respect for those who don't have any to drink, or only have access to unsanitary water.
3. Electricity. Energy. What makes the light turn on in your house? Fuel? Coal? Solar power? Wind? Certainly not magic. Power is expensive, everyone can gain by saving it. Try green-power, but beware the market ploys. Laptop's use less energy, turn the light off when you leave the room, unplug appliances when they aren't in use, open a window before you turn a fan on, close a house up during the day so the air-con doesn't need to be on, do things manually. (you know, with your hands)
4. Peter Singer pointed out in his book "The Ethics of what we eat" how, who people sleep with, and what they do without their clothes on, is the subject of close scruitiny and moral controversy, yet what people eat, which affects more than themselves, is never treated as a moral question. We eat more than generations before us, we have more types of food readily available than ever before and we waste more of it. Fuel is used to transport it miles and miles, energy in keeping it frozen or cool, land and ocean environments are devestated in the process by over-grazing and over-fishing, without even mentioning the misuse of animals in the process. Think about the living conditions of the people who produce your food, wether in your own backyard or half a world away. Our food is cheap, because local farmers and other people's environments absorb the costs. We need to eat, I'm not suggesting we stop. I am suggesting you think about where your food is coming from. Become a vegetarian, even a vegan if you like, grow some of your own vegies, buy organic.
5. Recycle and save. Print out your stuff double sided, don't get a receipt at the ATM (you only throw it out anyway), buy recycled paper, recycle your newspaper, (or read online) wrap your presents in recycled paper (make your own!), avoid plastic bags (re-usable ones dont break when you're walking down the street!)
6. You can calculate your Carboon Footprint (How much carbon you produce) and enter the newest green market, of carbon trading and offsetting. The idea being, if you give a certain amount of money to a tree-planting organisation, or pay a bit extra on your plane ticket, the money will be spent on methods to reduce carbon, thereby absorbing your carbon production. The idea is neat, its capitalist, and it may produce fruit. At the very least it offers people a chance to sleep easy at night. But the key is to reduce polution full-stop, and we should be aiming to do that, rather than just appease our consciences.
Find out more:
http://www.zeroyourcarbon.com.au/info/carbon_footprint/79/1
http://www.carbonfootprint.com/calculator.aspx
http://www.begreen.com.au/index.html?gclid=CIXBwbSmrZYCFQMCagodvCG93Q
Being green starts as simple as this, yet people are so ready to give up, before they have even tried. Arguing that nothing can be changed doesn't excuse you from trying. Your petty excuses are invalid and pathetic. Wake up, and get over yourself. Wether you think this earth is god's gift or just plain pretty, we need it. It doesn't need us.
But we need this earth.
No.
Yeah that's right, I said no.
But global warming can't even be proven can it? Isn't it just a hoax? The earth's ecosystem goes through cycles, and so it's not our fault it's getting warmer. And if I stop driving my car, it's not going to change anything, I'm just one person in a huge world, and I need to get from A to B, thats just the way it is. Plus people need jobs, and people need food. You can't just stop all development and progress, until you prove its ecological sustainable or because one species of bird may disappear.
Well, here's the dealio amigo, these excuses we espouse daily, the arguments we create for our right to pollute, those insults we throw at ridculous earth-saving hippys, they get us nowhere. Who care's if global warming is a big maybe end-of-world crazy theory? Lets look at what we know.
1. We know oil is running out, its not a scare theory, it's a fact. Oil comes from plants and animals that have rotted deep underground over hundreds of thousands of years. Theories say we'll be all out of the stuff by 2050. I don't know how long you're willing to hang around the service station for... but it's already bloody expensive, imagine when there's none left? NONE. Then it won't matter wether its a ford or a holden you're pushing...
2. Forests are disappearing. They have been since the 60's, but we still act suprised. Seven million hectares of ancient forest are logged, cleared or severely degraded worldwide, every year. For farmland, mining, housing, toilet paper production...and a whole host of different reasons. If you need an explanation, other than an appreciation of their simple beauty, tree's and forests are part of ecosystems which provide homes for animals, birds and bugs. Logging destorys valuable biodioversity. Any diddlebrain amongst us who half-way paid attention in high school science, knows everything in this world exists in a state of inter-connectedness and when you destory one part of it, you harm the rest.
3. Ocean's are being overfished. It's not just about Japenese whale burgers, or dolphins and turtles caught in tuna nets. Giant fishing nets destory the ocean bottom, as well as taking in huge hauls of anything that falls into the net, and throwing the 'crap' ,otherwise known as living ocean creatures, back. Some fisheries are sustainable, monitored by governments and NGO's. The majority, especially in Asia where a lot of seafood comes from, aren't. Do you really think thats ok?
4. Car pollution cased by fuel has and always will be a problem. New cars and new fuel are cleaner burning and healthier, but they are still polluters. Why the heck does the countryside smell so good and fresh? Because it's not full of cars like the city is.
Most of us live in cities, we forget that we cannot live without our enironment. People actually boast that they don't care much about the environment. I'd rather like to see them survive without it. Remember what it was like the last time the electricity went out? When the water was turned off? When we got put on gas restrictions? Nothing to keep food cold, nothing to drink... We are entirely supported by a supply network that harks back to humble mother earth herself, only a fool would ever forget that.
What do we do? Where do we start?
Start small, think big. Be committed, be active and I promise no one will make you hug a tree.
1. Think Transport. How do you get around? Do you need that big car? Newer is definetly cleaner, but using it less is way better. Ride a bike, take a bus, rollerblade, car-pool to work, walk, take a train. Yes it may take more time, but life is a journey, it doesn't start when you get to point B, alternative modes of transport allow you to actually use your time, save money, and maybe even get fit. Every individual person does not need a car with 5 seats, how big is your arse anyway? A family with 4 people and 4 cars? Do you really need to waste all that money when you could like.. umm.. share?
2. Water Wise. In Australia water, or lack thereof, is always an important topic. Everyone would do well to think about it as a resource when they are using it, if only out of respect for those who don't have any to drink, or only have access to unsanitary water.
3. Electricity. Energy. What makes the light turn on in your house? Fuel? Coal? Solar power? Wind? Certainly not magic. Power is expensive, everyone can gain by saving it. Try green-power, but beware the market ploys. Laptop's use less energy, turn the light off when you leave the room, unplug appliances when they aren't in use, open a window before you turn a fan on, close a house up during the day so the air-con doesn't need to be on, do things manually. (you know, with your hands)
4. Peter Singer pointed out in his book "The Ethics of what we eat" how, who people sleep with, and what they do without their clothes on, is the subject of close scruitiny and moral controversy, yet what people eat, which affects more than themselves, is never treated as a moral question. We eat more than generations before us, we have more types of food readily available than ever before and we waste more of it. Fuel is used to transport it miles and miles, energy in keeping it frozen or cool, land and ocean environments are devestated in the process by over-grazing and over-fishing, without even mentioning the misuse of animals in the process. Think about the living conditions of the people who produce your food, wether in your own backyard or half a world away. Our food is cheap, because local farmers and other people's environments absorb the costs. We need to eat, I'm not suggesting we stop. I am suggesting you think about where your food is coming from. Become a vegetarian, even a vegan if you like, grow some of your own vegies, buy organic.
5. Recycle and save. Print out your stuff double sided, don't get a receipt at the ATM (you only throw it out anyway), buy recycled paper, recycle your newspaper, (or read online) wrap your presents in recycled paper (make your own!), avoid plastic bags (re-usable ones dont break when you're walking down the street!)
6. You can calculate your Carboon Footprint (How much carbon you produce) and enter the newest green market, of carbon trading and offsetting. The idea being, if you give a certain amount of money to a tree-planting organisation, or pay a bit extra on your plane ticket, the money will be spent on methods to reduce carbon, thereby absorbing your carbon production. The idea is neat, its capitalist, and it may produce fruit. At the very least it offers people a chance to sleep easy at night. But the key is to reduce polution full-stop, and we should be aiming to do that, rather than just appease our consciences.
Find out more:
http://www.zeroyourcarbon.com.au/info/carbon_footprint/79/1
http://www.carbonfootprint.com/calculator.aspx
http://www.begreen.com.au/index.html?gclid=CIXBwbSmrZYCFQMCagodvCG93Q
Being green starts as simple as this, yet people are so ready to give up, before they have even tried. Arguing that nothing can be changed doesn't excuse you from trying. Your petty excuses are invalid and pathetic. Wake up, and get over yourself. Wether you think this earth is god's gift or just plain pretty, we need it. It doesn't need us.
But we need this earth.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Who I am today. Who I’ll be tomorrow.
These words come from the safety of a day when I know exactly who I am and what I stand for. Sometimes these days are rare and my entire existence is consumed by the question of what exactly it is I am doing. Sometimes my entire being seems to be split into fragments, which don’t get along and blatantly refuse to try. Who am I today? And who the truck will I be tomorrow?
Today I’m 100% sure and the two fighting Me’s within me agree on something.
Identity. 8 letters. Pronounced in a questioning tone. Often preceded by My. Frightfully irritating. Say for instance, you’ve gone speed dating. “Tell me about yourself,” The big-breasted-nurse-from-Gipsley opposite you asks. What do you answer? “Weeelllll I like walking my dog.” Gee, good start.
Then you decide to join an online networking community, (otherwise known as Facebook or MySpace) and the cheeky Internet-world demands you explain “About me”. Now be concise, and try and make it look like you didn’t spend hours deliberating. “Well I like walking my dog....”
You had me at well.
Then you decide to join an online networking community, (otherwise known as Facebook or MySpace) and the cheeky Internet-world demands you explain “About me”. Now be concise, and try and make it look like you didn’t spend hours deliberating. “Well I like walking my dog....”
You had me at well.
What is this thing we spend so much of our time asking ourselves about? Identity is the sum of its parts – likes, dislikes, religion, gender, ethnicity, sexuality, nationality, experiences, time, age, place, culture, friends, family, values, memories, appearance, genetics... And the list, oh how it goes on. It’s about who we identify with on a personal level, in our society and the world at large. In short, it’s who you are, according to you. But it’s dependant on factors like time, place and age, its fluidity is its very core. Its undefinability.
Pause! Undefinability? Lucky, that word doesn’t exist! Thank that nice rock of unchanging surety. We categorise, define and refine others, the world, the plants, stars, everything from shoes to the furthest layer of our knowledge. We categorise, define and refine ourselves. The world is ordered, classified and finally, understood. One does need something to cling to in this world. There is normal and weird, black and white, right and wrong. Hmm contentment. Until you open your eyes and actually see the world anyway.
Because however hard we try, this world wasn’t made to fit nicely into our boxes of understanding. Who I am, and who I’ll be tomorrow, my identity, it will keep changing. The world seems to want you to fit somewhere, the unspecified-they wants facts, statements, concrete Identity. Today I realised, and I mean really realised, what I have long held to be true - I refuse to fit into those boxes anyway. If I can’t be one or the other, I will embody the best of both. Because today I’m the girl wearing guy’s cargo’s and a cap, with a notebook in her pocket. Tomorrow I might be the girl wearing boots and a collared tee, munching on rocket. On Wednesday you’ll find me on a train somewhere, dressed in shades of grey. And maybe one day soon, I’ll come visit you with me, myself and I. I’m big and I’m small, my hair is neither orange nor red, I’m positive and a pessimist, I’m masculine and I’m feminine, I’m the same freckled face kid from yesteryear, and yet I’ve changed completely and maybe tomorrow, I’ll never be the same again.
That’s who I am. Thats just how it is. And its not an excuse. It’s a mission statement.
And I love walking my dog.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A brief meditation on life and friends...
I just collapsed onto my bed a moment ago completely exhausted and ready for bed. I was lying there, my whole body tingling as it does when it is finally allowed to stop lifting, walking, jumping , sitting and pulling and just lie still. I’m so ready to sleep. I’m so bloody awake.
And the thoughts start running through my head...
And I get to thinking about my day and the people in it. The majority of the day was spent staring at my computer screen at the useless words I was trying in vain to force together. I went to a tutorial and listened quietly, did a hastily prepared presentation in German, and had a cookie for lunch. I met some friends from abroad and realised I’m going to miss them when they go home, just like I miss my Koblenz friends and the old uni crowd from last year. I briefly crossed paths with the 3 other residents of my house, and I talked to a friend, about how another friend doesn’t make time anymore.
People come and go all the time, I know. It’s just not the nature of life to offer anything permanent and unchanging. Friends can be distant, when you want them near, or fade away from your life, without a moment’s notice. But sometimes I wish I could just hold on to everyone at once. Because if there’s one thing I regret about today, it’s that cookie, but the only thing I’ll remember in a week’s time, is who I saw and who I missed.
And then all of a sudden I remember I left my computer on. That means I have to haul myself up again. Oh I’m so ready to sleep.
And the thoughts start running through my head...
And I get to thinking about my day and the people in it. The majority of the day was spent staring at my computer screen at the useless words I was trying in vain to force together. I went to a tutorial and listened quietly, did a hastily prepared presentation in German, and had a cookie for lunch. I met some friends from abroad and realised I’m going to miss them when they go home, just like I miss my Koblenz friends and the old uni crowd from last year. I briefly crossed paths with the 3 other residents of my house, and I talked to a friend, about how another friend doesn’t make time anymore.
People come and go all the time, I know. It’s just not the nature of life to offer anything permanent and unchanging. Friends can be distant, when you want them near, or fade away from your life, without a moment’s notice. But sometimes I wish I could just hold on to everyone at once. Because if there’s one thing I regret about today, it’s that cookie, but the only thing I’ll remember in a week’s time, is who I saw and who I missed.
And then all of a sudden I remember I left my computer on. That means I have to haul myself up again. Oh I’m so ready to sleep.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The (devil) Skirt.
Every so often Lea wakes up with the bizarre notion that she should wear a skirt. It's not something that happens very often, but when it does she prance's off to the shower happily, in high spirits at the mere thought of the prospects the day holds, a different sort of day. A skirt day.
Convined that she is going to look different and head-turningly good, Lea forgets the unnecessary details of the last time she rejected her good old cargo's, for the skirt. She forget's, for example, her decision to wear a knee length flowery skirt to one of the windiest beaches in New Zealand, and how at the time, she vowed never to wear a skirt again.
Once the idea has taken hold, Lea finds she can convince herself of anything. She is positive that the skirt is the medium through which she will unlock her previously hidden sassyness, ignoring the fact that drinking and skirt wearing, invariably leads to her staggering around like a man in a kilt, rather than anything that might loosely be defined as ladylike.
She forgets how, barely 3 months ago, her decision to explore Amsterdam in a crutchless, pale blue almost-mini-Skirt, had her faced with the conundrum of how one clambers out of a canal boat, up a 1m high wall, whilst retaining an ounce of grace.
On day's such as this, when siezed by youthful femininity and skirt-wearing-sentiments, Lea thinks back to her fore-mothers, and how they valiantly managed absolutely everything from housework to bicycle riding in their pleated masses of skirts. If they can do it, she thinks, so can I.
And thus she sets out, along that familiar road with YellowBetty, and soon comes to notice a gap in her logic. All at once, thrown into an anxious fit at the restiction of her legs and the social inappropriateness of riding a bicycle with an ever rising skirt, she remembers exactly why it is, she doesn't wear skirts. In fact, she gains a momentary insight, into why women fought so hard for the right to wear pants in the first place.
It only takes one day of trying to remember to keep her knees together, her feet down and her hands out of her pockets for Lea to banish the skirt to the back of the wardrobe once again.
There the skirt waits, patiently, until she forgets all over again...
Convined that she is going to look different and head-turningly good, Lea forgets the unnecessary details of the last time she rejected her good old cargo's, for the skirt. She forget's, for example, her decision to wear a knee length flowery skirt to one of the windiest beaches in New Zealand, and how at the time, she vowed never to wear a skirt again.
Once the idea has taken hold, Lea finds she can convince herself of anything. She is positive that the skirt is the medium through which she will unlock her previously hidden sassyness, ignoring the fact that drinking and skirt wearing, invariably leads to her staggering around like a man in a kilt, rather than anything that might loosely be defined as ladylike.
She forgets how, barely 3 months ago, her decision to explore Amsterdam in a crutchless, pale blue almost-mini-Skirt, had her faced with the conundrum of how one clambers out of a canal boat, up a 1m high wall, whilst retaining an ounce of grace.
On day's such as this, when siezed by youthful femininity and skirt-wearing-sentiments, Lea thinks back to her fore-mothers, and how they valiantly managed absolutely everything from housework to bicycle riding in their pleated masses of skirts. If they can do it, she thinks, so can I.
And thus she sets out, along that familiar road with YellowBetty, and soon comes to notice a gap in her logic. All at once, thrown into an anxious fit at the restiction of her legs and the social inappropriateness of riding a bicycle with an ever rising skirt, she remembers exactly why it is, she doesn't wear skirts. In fact, she gains a momentary insight, into why women fought so hard for the right to wear pants in the first place.
It only takes one day of trying to remember to keep her knees together, her feet down and her hands out of her pockets for Lea to banish the skirt to the back of the wardrobe once again.
There the skirt waits, patiently, until she forgets all over again...
Friday, September 26, 2008
What I didn't achieve this week.
I didn't walk the dog. Poor Baloo, my beautiful golden labrador. Shame he eats poo and digs gigantic holes, or he'd be perfect. I should mention he's not just my dog - there are 3 other people in this house, but they are manic triathletes, they have mountains to climb and marathons to run.
I didn't manage to cook anything edible. This folks, is a lesson in why you shouldn't turn vegetarian before you've grasped some necessary cooking skills. Cooking should come as easy as eating, because the latter is really hard without the former. Who said Couscous is a quick and easy meal!? Well maybe it is, just don't follow the Samremo instructions, unless you want Couscous of the variety that looks like mashed potato which even your rats refuse to eat.
I didn't manage to read any of the books i got out of the library. I managed to choose them, carry them home, add them to the pile of unread books next to my uni crap, pick them up again a few days later, carry them to uni, and return them.
I didn't manage to get a haircut, which i am in absolute need of. At least i'm sure if i could see the mirror, i'd be able to see i need a haircut. I didn't find time to reply to any pressing emails, get a decent sleep, track down my uni credits from last semester, get my scooter fixed or paint the town red.
....Yellowbetty and I went up and down many streets. I sat purposefully on many trains. And my time amounted to nothing.
Right. First thing tomorow, I'll rescue my existance...
I didn't manage to cook anything edible. This folks, is a lesson in why you shouldn't turn vegetarian before you've grasped some necessary cooking skills. Cooking should come as easy as eating, because the latter is really hard without the former. Who said Couscous is a quick and easy meal!? Well maybe it is, just don't follow the Samremo instructions, unless you want Couscous of the variety that looks like mashed potato which even your rats refuse to eat.
I didn't manage to read any of the books i got out of the library. I managed to choose them, carry them home, add them to the pile of unread books next to my uni crap, pick them up again a few days later, carry them to uni, and return them.
I didn't manage to get a haircut, which i am in absolute need of. At least i'm sure if i could see the mirror, i'd be able to see i need a haircut. I didn't find time to reply to any pressing emails, get a decent sleep, track down my uni credits from last semester, get my scooter fixed or paint the town red.
....Yellowbetty and I went up and down many streets. I sat purposefully on many trains. And my time amounted to nothing.
Right. First thing tomorow, I'll rescue my existance...
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
the first..just briefly
The first will either be the best, worst or most useless. I'm going to go with useless, because i am an Arts student, and thats what we are trained to do, bullshit, waffle, exemplify intelligent uselessness. I consider it a personal strength of mine.
This blog itself is a product of procrastination. It's an attempt to commit to something that doesn't have a due date. It may get political, it may beg you to question, it may bore you to tears.
But we''ll start simple. The adventure begins today, simply because absolutly nothing amazing happened, and that itself is nothing amazing at all. I have been home from my 5 months of independent-europe-dwelling-freedom for exactly 6 1/2 weeks, and feel like i never even went away. *sighs* The sum of my existance has once again returned to a pricing gun, kitsch aussie music and koala bears. Woe be me.
Lucky for me there's Yellow Betty, my only mode of transport and trusty 2 wheeled yellow friend. I hope we can save the world together, but in the meantime, we'll just concentrate on getting to the train station and back without getting mowed down by the car driving population.
but more on that later..
This blog itself is a product of procrastination. It's an attempt to commit to something that doesn't have a due date. It may get political, it may beg you to question, it may bore you to tears.
But we''ll start simple. The adventure begins today, simply because absolutly nothing amazing happened, and that itself is nothing amazing at all. I have been home from my 5 months of independent-europe-dwelling-freedom for exactly 6 1/2 weeks, and feel like i never even went away. *sighs* The sum of my existance has once again returned to a pricing gun, kitsch aussie music and koala bears. Woe be me.
Lucky for me there's Yellow Betty, my only mode of transport and trusty 2 wheeled yellow friend. I hope we can save the world together, but in the meantime, we'll just concentrate on getting to the train station and back without getting mowed down by the car driving population.
but more on that later..
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