I'm freezing buckets

of water for a friend. She has bought a lifestyle block and some cows and has to fill up a tank for them. It is easier to transport water frozen in the back of her car, so I have taken up ice duty. My freezer has four green buckets. Apparently cows drink up to 40 litres a day. Can that be right?




I made friends again with Almodovar last night. Volver is fantastic, and was great to see Carmen Maura again. While there I got mistaken for a photographer. I had framed the photo of the chairs at the Heruharema convent, and was explaining how I was unhappy with it. This guy then asked me when my exhibition was. This is a much happier event than when a lady sat on top of me at that very cinema. But that is another story.

still sleeping

with the television on. So things picked up and then dropped back to the previous low levels of fun. I have had a falling out slash misunderstanding with a friend which will mean another silent weekend around here. But oh oh oh what news - camera obscura is saving my life. Particularly the track I need all the friends I can't get.

not schmerzig

but damn pissed off. I invited 2 friends who shall go un-named out for dinner. My treat. They both ATE DINNER before hand. How can you not know how to go out to dinner? The restaurant was also a disaster. There were tomato sauce bottles on the table. You ordered at the kitchen. They gave you a number on a stand. THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT TO LIVE!

another year

older, and my last in the thirties as my oldest sister reminded me. No bubbles and badminton this year, just beer and karaoke. Well, Karaoke dancing, if that makes any sense. Talked to the sisters, and friends, and after the b'day excitement, have had, one must admit, an incredibly boring weekend and sense I will have many more to come ... hopefully, or maybe not ...

As you can tell by the silence, not much to report. Just work, and all those organising for the yeare kinda things you have to get done, including appraisals. Ugh. Am going to have a couple of weeks off and have resisted expectations, including my own, that I would return to the islands, but at the moment, I can't face it/am not ready for it and want a holiday, for once.

Might disappear to a city for a while, might just chill at home, though the deafening silence here has been getting to me ... in the house that is, so maybe some traffic noise might do some good.

I have been entertaining myself with microcrushes, though if I am honest, they are purely entertainment, and perhaps somewhat fictive. Mainly about accents and dark hair.

So this blog contains no new fresher, more lively me, sorry about that. Its just as schmerzig as before. I'm not sure why I am not so in love with the world anymore, or is it myself, I no longer care for.

Perhaps my increasingly schizophrenic dad should be my role model. He has gone on a lawn bowls holiday. 2 weeks of the blue rinsed, the grey haired and the no haired slugging it out on the green sward. Except he and his wife are taking a weekend off from the geriatric olympiad to go and see Lou Reed.

so, only

So, only a week old this 2007 thing ... I wonder if it is still in fashion? Anyways, all around the blogs I am reading these new years resolutions, and I can tell you now already I am the same old same old. Perhaps next year I'll give up new years all together.



Been a busy week though. Out every night until tonight. Lethargic and procastinative (a word?) all day. Have plenty to do, but lost my 'thusies as my friend used to say. I admire these people though that can force themselves to change, improve. They say you really have to want to change but for me that doesn't seem to be enough. I think I need a gun to my head or at least some kind of deadline.

Spent most of the day trying to download music, but god the sites are shite unless you live in the America ... I guess it is all licensing laws and shit, but don't we live in a globalised society. So if you are out there and have the new camera obscura album, please hum along to it for me. The other thing about mp3-y sites is that they trade on nostalgia. You want all those songs you thought were important that you listened to on your STEREO on VINYL or WALKMAN on CASSETTE. Those songs that ruled the now faded empire of your bedroom. You want it all back on the modern formats and you want all that they meant back to. But most of the time you can't. UNAVAILABLE! RECENT RELEASES ONLY! TRIBUTE ALBUMS! PARTIAL ALBUMS! or just not there at all. I read site after site's comments about the sugarcubes' mp3 releases - NO DELICIOUS DEMON ....

So I guess I'll have to resort to the actual shops, crap as they are around here. Or wait till I hit the big city ...

sirens

Already I have failed to live up to one of half of my NY motto. I should be tidying but I got waylaid by blogs...
So last night I celebrated as the family friend of a family celebrating with a family they were friends with. There were multiple generations, like all good family gatherings have I suppose, with the host couple each enjoying the company of their siblings and their children. It was bbq which is the food of choice for families from my experience. I made bread and butter pudding and supplied 2 toppings - kid's sauce (cherry and vanilla) and adult sauce (dessert wine syrup). We talked, we dranked, we played 2 particularly fierce games of trivial pursuit (boys against girls). Then at midnight we hugged and shouted and watched the fireworks from the square, though they didn't really make it above the treeline. Not long after we all started to pack up ... needed to get the kids to bed, when R-o's husband turned up. He was on duty at the festivities on the square. He got off early so he drove round to his sister-in-law's and swept in to kiss his wife happy new year. It was just like a movie, him in his fireman uniform, and then the kids got a lift home in the firetruck. You couldn't get a better start to 07 than that ...

my year of hotness begins

So a new year is puking and mewling in its mother's arms as Shakespeare might have it. And some of us intend .... ever intend ... to copy the snake and shed the skin of our old habits and make ourselves anew, aiming to translate ourselves into new lives and new skins which are fitter, stronger, happier .... for a few weeks.

Usually around NY's eve I get a little maudlin ... another year older and what have I done? .... and I have never particularly wanted to party on that night. Somehow round midnight though a new litte hope springs up that this will be my year, that things (i.e. me) will change, and I will be happy and fulfilled and all that ...

So let my year of hotness .... and tidiness begin ...