Little gems
This evening, I was reading to the kid. Every book I read at night time (and many books I read in the day) are about going to sleep. The message is getting through. When I read out the catchphrase "Do you need to go to sleep?" he closed his eyes and made pretend snoring sounds. So much fun! He had a busy evening rearranging baking trays and lego displays and trying to build the tallest lego tower that wouldn't fall over and eventually I found art invites and lego in the oven.
I also decided to empty my handbag. Open bills. Sort my life out. Try and get back on track. This is all prompted by asking a colleague for something from her handbag (I shudder to think what-hopefully money, hopefully not a tissue) and seeing her sort through clutter that included the voting slip from 2010 Federal Election.
Anyway, I found a diary entry, scribbled on paper, which I may have written here in different form:
"Different films I've liked that have been 'mood' numbers:
Greenberg. Rhys Ifans. Showed friends hanging out as they get older and some get richer and cooler and adults have kids but try to stay hip and relevant.
Autoluminescent. Rowland S Howard.
Shame. Michael Fassbender.
Beginners. Lovely mood piece about 2 people meeting and emotional history-the ashes-being there.
(Actually not sure if I meant "the ashes"-couldn't read my writing and the sentence doesn't make sense".
On work front, tis hectic. Boss has broken his leg badly enough to need surgery and several weeks leave, and all I've managed to do is tell everyone from WA to NSW. Why are people's physical accidents so funny? I'm not lacking in sympathy but haven't managed much of a response other than turning it into oral history.
Also, have discovered my perfect man. Besides the husband. The founder or whatever of AESOP, the uber-popular expensive hand wash that comes in so utalitarian-they're-stylish bottles. His name might be George. I just read an interview with him. He is an aesthete and writes a newsletter sent to people. Bring back the newsletter! Obviously Gwyneth Paltrow knew what she was onto with her curated "I like" opinion. Anyhow, this George guy is an incredibly opinionated guy who loves design and literature and art and food and still comes across as masculine. Amazing. Haven't got any links to prove this.
On the reading front, loving everything ever written by Jennifer Egan, including her first novel, The Invisible Circus and latest novel, "Welcome to the Goon Squad' and Jeffrey Eugenedis "The Marriage Plot" and how it reminded me of the "fresh out of college" genre of "Mysteries of Pittsburgh" by Michael Chabon (and yep, the movie IS shit) and Good Oil by Laura Buzo, YA, the transition into the workplace, especially when you're a clueless schoolie and find it intense to be around adults who are meant to be the same age but smoke and drink and are street wise, and transition from uni to a young adult, including the awful comparison between directionless self and career trajectory rising others.
Other stuff. Bought a rug at an auction. Yay, first auction purchase ever! Not yay-did a remote bid and discovered item number corresponded to a rug.. but not the rug I wanted. Whoops. Also... I was excited to see my friend's photograph in the HEART OF A NATION section of Weekend Australian, photo of Richard King breakdancing, what a legend and what a great shot. I saw Ben at the Wheatsheaf, and he was sharing stories of his romantic anxieties, and I could not concentrate properly because of my toothache and because I couldn't understand why a good looking and talented heterosexual guy in the most sought after age range of males (35-42) is experiencing problems. He has a plethora of 30 something females ready to make a commitment and is always meeting someone (gallery openings, midwinter balls, music events) and all I can think is "be more specific about what you're looking for". So, it made me sad for him and other friends, when all they want is someone to share the journey with, and sense of unknown causes anxiety and inability to enjoy the present (we all know what that is like).
I also decided to empty my handbag. Open bills. Sort my life out. Try and get back on track. This is all prompted by asking a colleague for something from her handbag (I shudder to think what-hopefully money, hopefully not a tissue) and seeing her sort through clutter that included the voting slip from 2010 Federal Election.
Anyway, I found a diary entry, scribbled on paper, which I may have written here in different form:
"Different films I've liked that have been 'mood' numbers:
Greenberg. Rhys Ifans. Showed friends hanging out as they get older and some get richer and cooler and adults have kids but try to stay hip and relevant.
Autoluminescent. Rowland S Howard.
Shame. Michael Fassbender.
Beginners. Lovely mood piece about 2 people meeting and emotional history-the ashes-being there.
(Actually not sure if I meant "the ashes"-couldn't read my writing and the sentence doesn't make sense".
On work front, tis hectic. Boss has broken his leg badly enough to need surgery and several weeks leave, and all I've managed to do is tell everyone from WA to NSW. Why are people's physical accidents so funny? I'm not lacking in sympathy but haven't managed much of a response other than turning it into oral history.
Also, have discovered my perfect man. Besides the husband. The founder or whatever of AESOP, the uber-popular expensive hand wash that comes in so utalitarian-they're-stylish bottles. His name might be George. I just read an interview with him. He is an aesthete and writes a newsletter sent to people. Bring back the newsletter! Obviously Gwyneth Paltrow knew what she was onto with her curated "I like" opinion. Anyhow, this George guy is an incredibly opinionated guy who loves design and literature and art and food and still comes across as masculine. Amazing. Haven't got any links to prove this.
On the reading front, loving everything ever written by Jennifer Egan, including her first novel, The Invisible Circus and latest novel, "Welcome to the Goon Squad' and Jeffrey Eugenedis "The Marriage Plot" and how it reminded me of the "fresh out of college" genre of "Mysteries of Pittsburgh" by Michael Chabon (and yep, the movie IS shit) and Good Oil by Laura Buzo, YA, the transition into the workplace, especially when you're a clueless schoolie and find it intense to be around adults who are meant to be the same age but smoke and drink and are street wise, and transition from uni to a young adult, including the awful comparison between directionless self and career trajectory rising others.
Other stuff. Bought a rug at an auction. Yay, first auction purchase ever! Not yay-did a remote bid and discovered item number corresponded to a rug.. but not the rug I wanted. Whoops. Also... I was excited to see my friend's photograph in the HEART OF A NATION section of Weekend Australian, photo of Richard King breakdancing, what a legend and what a great shot. I saw Ben at the Wheatsheaf, and he was sharing stories of his romantic anxieties, and I could not concentrate properly because of my toothache and because I couldn't understand why a good looking and talented heterosexual guy in the most sought after age range of males (35-42) is experiencing problems. He has a plethora of 30 something females ready to make a commitment and is always meeting someone (gallery openings, midwinter balls, music events) and all I can think is "be more specific about what you're looking for". So, it made me sad for him and other friends, when all they want is someone to share the journey with, and sense of unknown causes anxiety and inability to enjoy the present (we all know what that is like).
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