Saturday night in

I'm trying VERY hard to remember the Japanese syllabary but alas my brain is a sieve. I've spent tonight drawing the entire alphabet with an array of characters with the hopes that maybe maybe I will remember something.

One of those days

This morning I got called David Rasmussen (which is definitely not my name) in a meeting, then I fell over in the corridor even though there was absolutely nothing to trip up on, and approximately 5 minutes later I found a grey hair while looking in the bathroom mirror all the while noticing how dishevelled and unspectacular I am looking today. I am writing it off as one of those days and rolling with the punches.

For the rest of the day I'm answering my work phone as David, fuck it.

Murky Monday

Emma Hardy's pictures are a welcome escape from a murky Monday where it is a little bit cold, grey and meh. To me, they are celebration of life in all aspects. Family, solitude, childhood, art, friends and unexpected moments.

In the weekend I went back to my hometown of Feilding and visited my Grandma. She is tiny and frail from age and bone cancer. Taking morphine daily, her mind is fuddled as she speaks quietly, sighs and looks vaguely out into the distance. I miss her headstrong forthright former personality which at the time I took for granted. The inevitably of old age makes me sad and sometimes I get a bit frightened when I realise how quickly the days pass.

 This said, some of us are not lucky enough to live so long. Among the unfortunate and unexpected was the sheep we hit on a long country straight during the weeked. It died instantly, a loud 'thunk' against the front of the car. Upon stopping we were met with a gory and sad sight on the side of the road, a very dead sheep. My father, a farmer, was emotionally immune and far more concerned about the state of his car. I stood on the side of road lamenting the ill fate of the dotty sheep who couldn't make it across the road on time. Now I can't get the bleating bundle of fluff out of my head. Travellers remorse!

Oh weekend I thought you were never going to arrive

TGIF

It's friday, hoorah! And this is a completely pointless post featuring an a~z montage of my iTunes library.

Tuesday playlist

I spent many hours in the car this weekend, enough to test out playlist after playlist on a long suffering audience.

Rebel rebel - Seu George

This must be the place - Talking Heads

Boylife in America - Cody Chesnutt

I can't go for that (no can do) - Hall and Oates

The lives of others

 

I went to school in a very small town. The children had names like Gemini, Trinity and Lasagna. The town centre housed all of lifes necessities. There was a post office, dairy, pub and taxidermist. This didnt strike me as unusual at the time. It now seems a little strange. It all came back to me this weekend when I returned home for Easter. Walking into the garage the eyes of a freshly decapitated deer head locked with mine. I jumped in surprise. Six years in the city and I had lost all country roots. The deer body hung in 2 parts from hooks suspended from the rafters. On the floor there was blood, deer skin and mess. My brother operated a mincer as my father carved with his knife. I backed out of the garage quickly. It felt like the real life set of 'House of 1000 corpses'.

Jumping ship

I packed up half my books last night and sent them to my parents house. It is the first step I have taken towards jumping ship. Although this is supposed to fill me with excitement about the prospect of flight and the glamour of foreign lands, all I feel is sadness to be parting with my books. I am a stuff person. Ahh glorious glorious stuff. I love things. Trash and treasure beats clean lines and minimalism any day.

Photos found at The Selby.

Why exactly, in my current state, I visited a site of beautiful homes filled with different things I am uncertain.

I wish i was ...

... making daisy chains.

A view of my room

Things currently occupying my apartment

I used to be a checkout chick

Asleep with my eyes open

Sometimes work seems too early in the morning.