Sunday, 18 November 2007

Elizabeth-Golden Age


Ive seen this movie twice in 4 days. I'm on a hattrick now. Booked in with Serena for a screening some time soon. There is a bit of violence in it, I think. I just closed my eyes and put my fingers in my ears.
First time around the most powerful part was at the end when she was holding the baby. I was bawling. First of all, her words about God giving her courage to bear the mighty freedom of life with out a master and then to be her self fractured me. The shot of Marys looking up from the floor before her beheading was unusally sensual. The horse jumping over the side of the ship in slow motion was spectacular. 8/10
Second time around it was the agonising over killing her cousin and that she was performing the same act as her father had done on her mother... 8.5/10
Ill keep you posted for the third screening.

Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Setting Site to Private


Friends

After some consideration, I have decided to set my site to Private. So if you would like to still have access to the site, please contact me as I will be doing this shortly.

Please add your email address to comments and I will pick them up from there.

Sunday, 11 November 2007

Beachworth Celtic Festival



Back home after a two day stint as a touring and recording artist. Gamin! Could sleep for a week. Our choir was absolutely on FIRE. 3 performances. We stayed at the old lunatic
asylum. It was comfortable, but the doors gave away its history. Made me think of all the pain and suffering that had gone on in this place as well as what had led the people to it in the first place.

These lovely lassie, kept me entertained with the springy steps and pony tails.

Saturday, 10 November 2007

Kite


Yesterday on my way home I saw a red kite flying in the park. It made me smile. My heart was glad. Two men were playing with and I thought how nice to see people doing these simple but fun things, instead of looking at it on the net.


We had so much rain yesterday. Not sure how much but it was pretty solid.


This is a pic out of my lounge room window.

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Hand Over


Jennifer went to the coast with Nanny, Poppy and Sophie. I took her bedding up stairs and when she comes back she will be a CRINC rather than a SCOTT. I bawled all the way to work and just kept my self busy all day. Im sookin just writing this. Shes been the best dog, Ive had, very intelligent and self sufficient and totally faithful. I know shes going to be loved totally and will probably have a bedroom of her own that's bigger than my apartment, which makes it easier in some ways.

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

Strawberry for Breaky


Good morning world!!!

I woke at 5:30am, laid in bed and listen to some music on my Ipod, which always sounds better first thing in the morning for some reason. Then I remembered my strawberry that could be ripe for the picking and outside I went. This is a pic of the taste sensation. There is something beautiful about food people grow themselves. Always taste better. Must be the love.

Hey, Jennifer Mahaffey, in Carrickfergus - Good Morning, Ive been thinking about you for the last week.

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Family and Community Day 2007


ACT has a holiday now on Melbourne Cup Day. Carrissa and Jason invited us kids, Lorraine, Doris, Thomas, Kerry, Wayne and me to luncheon. Its really nice to have a mum and dad that are younger than you...
I had a really nice time and the food was great. Got to see my first apple on a tree and tried Chervil for the first time, not sure of the spelling but its a salad herb and has an aniseed flavour. YUMO!


Moo, I believe you know some of these people, even if they have dark glasses on!!!

Shes waving to you, girl.

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Twin Strawberries


Look at these babies! If Jenny makes a move on them, shell be sailing close to the wind.

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Wet Season


We've had rain for most of the day and I'm yearning for the Northern Territory smells and sounds of the wet season. Ill get over it soon, but in the meantime..

My favorite Indigenous Poem sums it up for me.

I feel with my body, with my blood.
Feeling all these trees, all this country.
When this wind blow you can feel it.
Same for country... you feel it.

You can look, but feeling... that make you.

Big Bill Neidjie, Gagudju Elder, Kakadu.

Sharing and Caring


I'm currently at the National Library of Australia. I went to the ladies and there was a bit of a line up, so started leaning against a hand basin. This dear old chook grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the hand basin and said watch out!!! Well, I couldn't see anything there.... mmm drugs, no - too old, seeing things, maybe.. she must have read my mind and said there's water there and started putting copious amount of paper on it to dry it up. I said at least the good thing is that it will eventually evaporate! Then she told me had just been watching a mother, watching he little son learning to crawl down stairs and said PRICELESS!! Isn't that so sweet, I nearly bawled. Yes, common theme lately - Ive let the hormones take the lead.