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9th May, 2008. 11:00 pm. mayapples
The house is not silent, but quiet, at least. Teenagers lurk about downstairs. Andrew and Renee have fallen asleep on the bed where I sit. Renee is still in her clothes. There's a cold Spring rain falling-- enough that I shut the window--but when I go to bed I will open it again, crawl under the quilts, and savor the contrast of cool, wet air and warm comfy quilts.
I am glad for the rain. I've planted so much in my garden this week, and water--and more specifically wild water-- is the elixir of life. Nothing brings a garden to life like rain, and my plantings will benefit greatly from this draught of life. I've been thinking about this elixir a lot. Last week I slipped away to climb up the ridge, and it hadn't rained for a little while. So the forest was rather dry, although electric with green. But where it burst to life, lush with mayapples and blue cohosh, was in the crook of the ridge where the Earth is moist. There's a spring up at the top, but it only gurgles to life when the Earth is well-saturated with rain. But the water is there, underneath, and it supports a thick and festive ecosystem.
Then I think about my garden. I think about a pond. I go with Renee to Mountain Gardens, and we go tadpole hunting in the little pools there. I see that the abundance of water in this particular setting--fostered, no doubt, by the garden's creator--has added greatly to the already palpable magic of the place. I come home and look at the space above my garden. I imagine cattails and bulrushes at the edge of a small pond. I feel the garden's thirst. It is, in a very deep sense, my thirst to drink deeply from the life that is here with me now. The connection between the ecosystem within which I dwell and my own emotional landscape becomes more deeply understood.
Thursday night, after dinner, I went walking in the garden. It had rained, and everything smelled alive. McKinley ran out of the house and grabbed my hand. Together we walked to the chicken coop to put up all the chickens. Toby, our Australian Shepherd mix, came and helped us with his herding instinct. We were having a grand time, and when it started to rain thick and wet kisses all over our bodies we didn't stop, we didn't run inside, we stayed with the task, even though all the chickens would probably have gone in the coop on their own, even though it was cold and rain-crazy-loud, we ran about, intent on getting the job done, intent on soaking up the rain. When we ran back into the house we were drenched with life.
Tonight the cloud people were moving overhead in loose flocks. Formless, bodies of possibilities. I lay on my back next to my dog, my good friend, and watched while stroking his wonderful paws. Later I walked into the garden and the breath of the mountain came down, cool and dark, and lifted and rustled the skirts of the dogwood trees ever so slightly, petals falling like snow, the shadows growing thicker and more mysterious.
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amandapillar |
10th May, 2008. 1:11 pm. My secret shame...
And really, it is shameful I'm told, to have not watched any Indiana Jones. Especially so since I am studying archaeology so I can become another (less adventuresome) Indiana Jones.
When a group of my friends discovered my horrible lapse of education, they press-ganged me into an Indiana Jones night. The 'night of films' really only lasted one film, and they spent nearly the whole time asking me how accurate it was.
After this experience, I haven't ventured back into the world of Indiana Jones. I suppose it's a poor second to say I've seen the Lara Croft movies (for some reason all my male friends usually want to see this movie and so I go with four or five men who don't tend to pay much attention to the movie, more what's on the screen). However, I don't really mind.
After all, I am an addictive Stargate fan who's only ever seen Star Wars Eps I and II (I know the plot... okay?). And I've never seen Star Trek or Doctor Who... so really, not having seen Indiana Jones can't be that bad, right?
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thenewaussie |
10th May, 2008. 12:36 pm. So You Think You Can Work In Australia
Yes, the time has come.
I have been eligible to work in Australia since about maybe last August or so. (I can't quite recall.) I haven't gone for a job, though, because I've been working at home all this time and getting paid to do what I love. The pay isn't the greatest, but it isn't bad either. I have enough to pay my bills each month and have a little bit left over.
A receptionist job has become available at the company where my husband works. Already there are a bunch of pluses on my plus and negative list just because of that. We don't have to buy another car. I don't have to take the train every day. I already have connections at that company.
But then come the negatives. Unless he schedules them on Thursdays (which would be my day off), no more road trips with Journy. And because it's Thursday and not Friday, no more overnight trips either. There's also the likely possibility I will have to stop writing at some of the places I write at because I simply won't have the time.
Back to the positives, I get to be around office supplies all day *drool*, I get to sort mail *drool*, and there will be paid maternity leave.
But do I want to step back from all I have built for the past year and a half? I won't give it up, but I definitely don't think I can do what I am doing now with an outside the home job to go to.
I know there is a possibility I might not even get the job, but I can't go in there betting that I won't. That would be just silly and there is the chance that, yes, I might get it.
Another thing is that I will have to start paying on another student loan come July or August. I'm pretty sure I can manage it (I have yet to do the math), but that will just serve to make things even tighter. For the next ten years. Bah. I'm impatient. I want to pay off these loans sooner than that, but I don't know how.
Journy says it's completely my choice, but I kind of feel like I have to...
Current mood:  bitchy.
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nyssa_p |
10th May, 2008. 11:24 am. Dreams...
Well I haven't blogged about it yet, but a few weeks back my computer died. I'm only now managing to re-rip my cd collection.
For some reason I had a dream combined with Joscelin (from Kushiel), World of Warcraft, and Michael Bubles 'For once in my life'. I don't get it, I'm not into blonde haired, blue eyed guys, but Joscelin's personality and I think his background as a warrior priest make him too attractive for any girl not to think of. I reckon there are two types of guys who are immedietely attractive to any woman, guys like Riker with their charisma and strong charms, and guys like Joscelin with their distance. In Torchwood/Dr Who, Jack Harkness is a combination of both.
Did you know the actor, John Barrowman, is also a singer? He has done Phantom of the Opera (my favourite) as Raoul, Aladdin and more, and has his own cd, Another Side. I hate to sound like a 15 fan girl but OMG he has the hottest voice!
Maybe being sick has reverted me back to a 15 yr old fan girl. I should focus on my assignment....bleh!
Current mood:  contemplative.
Current music: Star Trek TNG.
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andrewmacrae |
10th May, 2008. 11:00 am. the romance of the typewriter pt ii
In the continuing tradition of nude typists of the 1960s, I present this self-portrait by Hunter S. Thompson.
Pinched from here.
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lnhammer |
9th May, 2008. 2:40 pm. "Water is holy when it falls from the sky / water tastes bitter when it falls from your eyes"
And in the Department of WTFery, today the discount shelves at the local Target had some neckties.
$1 neckties, people.
One dollar discount neckties.
The designs are as bad as you might think. I got the one with the remote control pattern, and am now wearing it at work. Over, of course, a Hawaiian shirt with macaws. Because it made my coworkers wince that much.
---L.
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lnhammer |
9th May, 2008. 8:10 am. "Some things never change / my middle name's still Risk"
Catching up, with links. Which is not the same thing as catching up with links, though I'm doing that as well.
As part of working out why I like Yotsuba&! so much, I've started doing a critical reading of a chapter a day (as befitting a slice-of-life series with nearly daily episodes) in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) yotsubato: one, two, three so far (ETA: and now four). Feel free to read along and join in. Maybe by the time I reach volume 6, ADV will stop delaying the release.
I can see why Browning's Aristophanes' Apology was not as popular as Balaustion's Adventure -- and why I've bounced off it both times I've tried to read it. The narrator, Balaustion, is more or less the same character but her voice is nowhere near as appealing as before. It doesn't help that the Euripides play is this time done as a script direct instead of, as in the first poem, a retelling by a fourteen-year-old girl of a performance -- thus abandoning two layers of imagination and mediation. (See previous comments about Browning being less interesting without personas.) Not to mention, Herakles isn't as interesting a play as Alkestis. ---L.
Current music: Suppli vol. 1, Mari Okazaki.
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andrewmacrae |
10th May, 2008. 12:39 am. [obsession="cut sick!"]
I met the drummer from Cut Sick today! Turns out he works behind the bar at my local. I didn't realise anyone in the band was of drinking age, but the drummer is a couple years older than the other guys.
He told me he also plays in a grindcore band called Agents of Abhorrence. He likes playing with them because they are much faster than Cut Sick.
Awesum!
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