Double-take, because at first you didn’t notice the cat laying along the windowsill with his tail hanging down in a straight line, staring at you.
The bigness of the world. Having space to see, dream and take in the vastly different experiences, perspectives and journeys people have.
In all its unprettiness as a word, “mind-boggling” is synchronous with “pleasurable”.
Creating one’s own private jazz club, with flickering red light from a table candle and jazz like mist courtesy of KCSM live streaming radio
Dirrty by Christina Aguilera
It was the end of my first year of university, I was back in Christchurch for the summer holidays. It had been a busy year filled with devoted attention to schoolwork and lessons in socialising and living with other newly-independents. To help me wind down and appreciate being young and carefree, my mum suggested I try out fun, new activities that summer, like how about windsurfing?
The lesson was booked.
On the day of my lesson I rocked up to the counter to be told that my instructor would be a few minutes late. No biggie. I sat down on the concrete path leading up to the shop entrance in wait. Ten minutes passed, behind me all was quiet in the shop, in front of me the estuary was awash in bright early afternoon light and making rhythmic little movements. Then, a young guy walked up towards me.
His hair was almost the same colour as his face, a caramel shade of honey. Whenever I try to imagine how that description must come across – tan hair blending into tan face – it sounds pukey, as if he were a Ken doll whose hair was left uncoloured. But on him it was beautiful. On him it looked like that was the key to beauty. Continue reading
It’s been a while since my last update so here are some pictures taken yesterday 🙂
To get a sense of how the garden has developed over time here are the previous updates:
It’s crazy because now that I have the garden in this happy, flourishing state that it’s in, I find it hard to imagine that it was ever any different. It’s great to have these photos to look back on, though I am missing pictures of the original weedy wilderness it was when I first started with it.
Watching footage of baby sloths
My brother has been busy with the posts, recently giving us the reflective Diva, Diva! here and the evocative Mr. Moon here. Mum has also gotten in on the act, which now brings her blog roster up to three. You are a greedy magpie 🙂
Please turn the volume right up for this one.
Amphetamine by Everclear
I know I was 13 when Everclear featured large in my life because I basically had a different group of friends for each year of high school, and when I see the star-spangled green Everclear CD I see myself interacting with particular girls.
Our group of friends went through a short-lived phase of bringing CDs to school to play to each other, an idea suggested by the closest-to-Indy member of our group. On one occasion I brought Jamiroquai’s Travelling Without Moving, which I believe was received quite well. In fact, I think it ended up on loan to two friends for a few weeks. On the next I brought Everclear’s Sparkle and Fade. Note: Both CDs were my brother’s, I remember slyly stealing them early in the morning before anyone else was up. Continue reading