The thing about love at the beginning, is that it's just a matter of timing. It's the he and the she or the he and the he or the she and the she that just fall on the same page, same paragraph, same line, same tiny little word, all at the same time. And you are thinking "wow, this person GETS it. They get me and the world as i know it" Then it happens again!! Then maybe even another time and by then you are thinking "Well if we have covered this much time and space, maybe we should just stick to it."
And then you do and even when you are reading from another book you still glance over and see that YES!! Their book contains all the ands and don'ts and shes and hes that your book has. So you stick with it a bit longer and when the words get boring you look at the pictures and when the pictures no longer appeal you stare out the window for a little while.
Then you work on it and write chapters together entitled "The time we decided to buy a house" or "Once upon a time we created human life." And those chapters are enough to keep reading.
But it's the start bit thats gets you. That opening line. The smile on a tram. The "oh i love that book" that has you sizing them up and wondering if they hold your happily ever after.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Duck off.
I've been drawing loads of ducks lately. They seem to be popping up everywhere with their perky beaks and brisk feathery tails. I think it's something to do with the gentle curve of the necks and their beady, soulful eyes.
Leunig says they are gentle observers.
Maybe i need to be more gentle and observant.
Leunig says they are gentle observers.
Maybe i need to be more gentle and observant.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Everything is Illuminated.
I am obsessed by this novel.
It is different, quirky, multilayered. I want everyone in the world to read it.
I just accosted a man in a book shop. He was quietly browsing the Penguin Classics area and was straying dangerously from said book.
"Do you have Jonothan Safran Foer's other novel?" I asked the assistant loudly as i gestured wildly towards E.I.I.
"No i do not." He said, not even glancing up from the computer screen.
"Well....you should get it in....he is incredible." I nod emphatically at the other customer.
Working in retail myself, i know how annoying it is when someone tells you how to do your job, as though you have a direct line to every single distributor in the country.
"Have you seen the film?" He asks finally looking up, eager to ascertain my linguistic prowess.
"There's a film?" I throw back, poker face.
"Touche"
Meanwhile, the other customer has picked up said novel and it reading the back of it.
"I am always hesitant to watch movies of novels. I mean, we all saw what happened with Eat Pray Love."
We roll our eyes simultaneously.
"Give me your phone number" says the assistant. "I'll get that book and sms you when it comes in."
The other customer sidles up, next to me at the counter. I glance down. Everything is Illuminated.
"You will love it" the crazy bookshop lady says to the frightened man.
Game, set and match.
It is different, quirky, multilayered. I want everyone in the world to read it.
I just accosted a man in a book shop. He was quietly browsing the Penguin Classics area and was straying dangerously from said book.
"Do you have Jonothan Safran Foer's other novel?" I asked the assistant loudly as i gestured wildly towards E.I.I.
"No i do not." He said, not even glancing up from the computer screen.
"Well....you should get it in....he is incredible." I nod emphatically at the other customer.
Working in retail myself, i know how annoying it is when someone tells you how to do your job, as though you have a direct line to every single distributor in the country.
"Have you seen the film?" He asks finally looking up, eager to ascertain my linguistic prowess.
"There's a film?" I throw back, poker face.
"Touche"
Meanwhile, the other customer has picked up said novel and it reading the back of it.
"I am always hesitant to watch movies of novels. I mean, we all saw what happened with Eat Pray Love."
We roll our eyes simultaneously.
"Give me your phone number" says the assistant. "I'll get that book and sms you when it comes in."
The other customer sidles up, next to me at the counter. I glance down. Everything is Illuminated.
"You will love it" the crazy bookshop lady says to the frightened man.
Game, set and match.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Thirty
So my friends, this week marked my 29 and a half birthday. You know what this means right? Yep, in six months time i will be living it up in Paris-tanned, relaxed, hopefully drunk and definitely 30.
I'm not sure if i am ready for thirty. Here is why:
I still paint each nail and different colour and think it looks rad.
I have no Private Health Insurance or ambulance cover.
The thought of having a child makes me want to call The Department of Children's Services.
I think "because i don't want to" is a good enough reason to not get a real job/wash my hair/do the dishes/eat stuff that might contain nutrients.
I shop at Sportsgirl.
I have no idea how much i get paid, who i have my super with and which tax bracket i fall into.
I also don't know my own post code.
I watch Gossip Girl and The Hills and can relate to the characters and their dilemmas about hair straighteners and boys.
I can't drink a full strength coffee without going a bit stupid.
What is the difference between a Pinot Noir, Cab Sav and a Shiraz anyway?
But you know what? I am actually okay with all these things. And i have not always been. Maybe that is what 30 will be for me.
I'm not sure if i am ready for thirty. Here is why:
I still paint each nail and different colour and think it looks rad.
I have no Private Health Insurance or ambulance cover.
The thought of having a child makes me want to call The Department of Children's Services.
I think "because i don't want to" is a good enough reason to not get a real job/wash my hair/do the dishes/eat stuff that might contain nutrients.
I shop at Sportsgirl.
I have no idea how much i get paid, who i have my super with and which tax bracket i fall into.
I also don't know my own post code.
I watch Gossip Girl and The Hills and can relate to the characters and their dilemmas about hair straighteners and boys.
I can't drink a full strength coffee without going a bit stupid.
What is the difference between a Pinot Noir, Cab Sav and a Shiraz anyway?
But you know what? I am actually okay with all these things. And i have not always been. Maybe that is what 30 will be for me.
Hot, hot, heat.
Is it just me, or are there REALLY good looking men everywhere in Melbourne lately?
Maybe it's Spring time. Maybe it's the fact i am single. Maybe they have been here all along but i have been too emo to notice.
Whatever the reason, thank you universe for giving me such luscious eye candy. It makes jogging a billion times more enjoyable. Oh and if you can make it a few degrees hotter, that would also be great. The only thing better than a hot man is a hot man with no shirt on.
xxxx
Maybe it's Spring time. Maybe it's the fact i am single. Maybe they have been here all along but i have been too emo to notice.
Whatever the reason, thank you universe for giving me such luscious eye candy. It makes jogging a billion times more enjoyable. Oh and if you can make it a few degrees hotter, that would also be great. The only thing better than a hot man is a hot man with no shirt on.
xxxx
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Just joking.
People keep saying to me lately:
"What are you in such a good mood about?" and "Someone seems happy today!"
And i think to myself " Well yeah...I'm a happy person...."
My whole life, people have described me as bubbly, sweet, funny, cute, happy.
And then i remember, a year and a half ago, an atom bomb went off in my life and wiped the happy right off my face.
People who have only know me a short time must wonder who this person is. Distant, often disconnected, sensitive, bored. Someone in one of my classes said i had an overdeveloped self protection mechanism. And well yes, i do these days. I have grey hairs now, my dad always says "you look tired" and i swear i have more wrinkles than before. I don't trust very easily. I have trouble letting people in. I am guarded.
But the happy is coming back. I can feel it. I have more energy. I laugh a lot. I have stopped crying every second day. I'm not so sad. I have accepted what has happened. I am working on moving forward. I'm going to sell my engagement ring but keep all my wedding photos.
I will never be the same as i was. I have discarded the cute, refined the funny and am careful about the sweet. So no, i will never be the same. I will be something better though. (and yes i did see Eat Pray Love and no, i am not just copying her.)
On another note, i walked/ran 6.5km today. And i hardly complained at all at the gym last night.
Except for saying "I hate you, i hate exercise, and i hate coming here" when my trainer asked me why i was in such a good mood.
I hope he realised i was just joking.
"What are you in such a good mood about?" and "Someone seems happy today!"
And i think to myself " Well yeah...I'm a happy person...."
My whole life, people have described me as bubbly, sweet, funny, cute, happy.
And then i remember, a year and a half ago, an atom bomb went off in my life and wiped the happy right off my face.
People who have only know me a short time must wonder who this person is. Distant, often disconnected, sensitive, bored. Someone in one of my classes said i had an overdeveloped self protection mechanism. And well yes, i do these days. I have grey hairs now, my dad always says "you look tired" and i swear i have more wrinkles than before. I don't trust very easily. I have trouble letting people in. I am guarded.
But the happy is coming back. I can feel it. I have more energy. I laugh a lot. I have stopped crying every second day. I'm not so sad. I have accepted what has happened. I am working on moving forward. I'm going to sell my engagement ring but keep all my wedding photos.
I will never be the same as i was. I have discarded the cute, refined the funny and am careful about the sweet. So no, i will never be the same. I will be something better though. (and yes i did see Eat Pray Love and no, i am not just copying her.)
On another note, i walked/ran 6.5km today. And i hardly complained at all at the gym last night.
Except for saying "I hate you, i hate exercise, and i hate coming here" when my trainer asked me why i was in such a good mood.
I hope he realised i was just joking.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Checking in
This blog has become quite the European Vacation meets Whinge Festival 2010 lately.
Here's what else has been happening regarding jogging:
Not much.
Walking at least?
yes.
Friday: 3.5km
Sunday: 3.6km
Monday: 5.5km.
with little bursts of running in between.
And i did see the Melbourne Marathon runners on Sunday morning so that is ALMOST the same as doing the actual run.
Remember wayyyyy back in January that was my goal? To run the half marathon? I am pushing it back to 2011. I will be 30 then and that is a good enough reason for me.
I'm restless. I feel like making some big changes around here. I guess that is lucky because i have only 9 classes left. That is a big change in itself.
Here's what else has been happening regarding jogging:
Not much.
Walking at least?
yes.
Friday: 3.5km
Sunday: 3.6km
Monday: 5.5km.
with little bursts of running in between.
And i did see the Melbourne Marathon runners on Sunday morning so that is ALMOST the same as doing the actual run.
Remember wayyyyy back in January that was my goal? To run the half marathon? I am pushing it back to 2011. I will be 30 then and that is a good enough reason for me.
I'm restless. I feel like making some big changes around here. I guess that is lucky because i have only 9 classes left. That is a big change in itself.
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