Classics revisited

How I love the grumpy ranty ways of Notes from the Underground.  This weekend I am starting my revisit of the classics.

Lunch breaks

Lunch breaks in Japan, an hour is never long enough.

Hmmm

Gavin Hurley, I love you. It's like peering down a telescope and looking at our colonial history except there is way more colour, paper cut outs, fun and imagination. New Zealand art history 101 for dreamers.

Lucy and James x 2

When I left New Zealand one of the hardest things was leaving my best friends Lucy and James. Life without them seemed unnatural. On the evening before my departure Lucy presented me with two cat pillows so startling, creepy and amazing that I nearly wept with joy. Lucy had hand made them herself so they were filled with all her love and clever cute craftiness. They also sneakily stole my computer and loaded up my desktop folder with pictures of them and aforementioned Lucy and James. The pictures popped up on my screen one day when I was feeling particularly homesick making me feel so much better. I am so lucky to have Lucy and James and Lucy and James in my life!

Out my window

I am living in Japan, the sun is shining, it's a perfect day for bike riding and my pot plants are (still) alive. I'm happy!

Not to be weird or anything

I'm not actively seeking it out, but a lot of the movies I've been watching have involved remorseless killers with bad ass style, a nomadic lifestyle and recklessness beyond my imagination. My deepest darkest confession would have to be that I find Javier Bardem smoking hot with a bowl cut in No Country for Old Men. I can't really justify that statement, but I stand by it all the same.