Hello blog.
Due to lack of comments (ah, was it comment driven? how disappointing?) and motivation (ah. that's why the comments mattered) I am leaving this blog for another.
That is right. I plan to start a new blogging life, to get swept up in the large circle of food blogs. Will I be just another one of millions? Yes. Will that be different from this? Perhaps someone will read it. Perhaps someone will feel an illusory connection with me because they happen to also love tarts and pumpkin and olives and many things I do, and then be completely heartbroken at our irredeemably incompatible taste when they find out that I LOVE my brother's vanilla slice made simply out of Morning Coffee biscuits, milk, cream, instant pudding mix (what on earth is that stuff!?) and iced with passionfruit icing, oh icing of the gods that is. and I can't help it, I love dessert. and this is the stuff I shouldn't bother with here but should admit embarrassingly to the world in a food blog where someone will sympathise or completely disagree and slam me.
Anyway... I may be back. I may have to tell you about this book I'm reading. I may eventually get out my new camera and take some Photos with it. Who knows!! Secretly I think nobody but Heidi really enjoys reading this page because I read it myself one time and found my tone quite sickening, but it could be like listening to your own voice. Again, who knows....
Sunday, 20 April 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
green
GREEN GUILT
Driving
Air conditioning
Cooking
Meat
Dairy
Eggs
Clothes
Plastic
Washing
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For anyone who has ever heard of Alexander Technique, or hasn't, I'm doing a class on it at uni at the moment.
We have been tackling the idea of habit.
Some habits are good and you wouldn't want to change them.
Many habits are not useful and can be unhealthy.
Habits always feel right because they are familiar.. otherwise they wouldn't be habits.
Same goes for our lifestyle. I can't change the habits of the people around me and I'm going nuts! Yes, poor little rich girl, you may think (I'm not rich, but we don't go wanting. Except for the piano). But it is true. my conscience is making it hard to get on with things.
I feel like a very minor character who is very annoyingly trying to make other people change. I did a class on the weekend on sourdough bread making, where the guy told us about how in the past they would make bread once every week or two, and so when they did, they would make a week's worth. And they would keep it as well as they could, but they accepted that it would age, and they ate it anyway and they weren't worried about it having to be fresh all the time.
In the background we could hear the cars at the Grand Prix. And he said, The environment doesn't stand a chance. As long as nobody does anything about things like that, and everyone wants hot bread fresh every day, the media, consuming, even real things like fruit we buy in plastic bags and drive to the shop and back for them.
And we grow up doing this so it always feels right.
I know that all I can do is make little changes in my own life, and accept that if I don't want to ride my bike to parties in this hilly area with a helmet over my hair and carrying party clothes on my back, or walk around alone after dark, or miss out on $60 Katie Noonan concerts in the city when the trains are cancelled, I'm going to have to drive and try to console myself by planting a lot of trees and hauling buckets of shower water around to water them.
I still feel bad about it. Stupid media, stupid instant-gratification society.
Driving
Air conditioning
Cooking
Meat
Dairy
Eggs
Clothes
Plastic
Washing
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For anyone who has ever heard of Alexander Technique, or hasn't, I'm doing a class on it at uni at the moment.
We have been tackling the idea of habit.
Some habits are good and you wouldn't want to change them.
Many habits are not useful and can be unhealthy.
Habits always feel right because they are familiar.. otherwise they wouldn't be habits.
Same goes for our lifestyle. I can't change the habits of the people around me and I'm going nuts! Yes, poor little rich girl, you may think (I'm not rich, but we don't go wanting. Except for the piano). But it is true. my conscience is making it hard to get on with things.
I feel like a very minor character who is very annoyingly trying to make other people change. I did a class on the weekend on sourdough bread making, where the guy told us about how in the past they would make bread once every week or two, and so when they did, they would make a week's worth. And they would keep it as well as they could, but they accepted that it would age, and they ate it anyway and they weren't worried about it having to be fresh all the time.
In the background we could hear the cars at the Grand Prix. And he said, The environment doesn't stand a chance. As long as nobody does anything about things like that, and everyone wants hot bread fresh every day, the media, consuming, even real things like fruit we buy in plastic bags and drive to the shop and back for them.
And we grow up doing this so it always feels right.
I know that all I can do is make little changes in my own life, and accept that if I don't want to ride my bike to parties in this hilly area with a helmet over my hair and carrying party clothes on my back, or walk around alone after dark, or miss out on $60 Katie Noonan concerts in the city when the trains are cancelled, I'm going to have to drive and try to console myself by planting a lot of trees and hauling buckets of shower water around to water them.
I still feel bad about it. Stupid media, stupid instant-gratification society.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Irresponsibly mad for you
Fare well in history, teen years!!
Oh, won't I Heidi?
Alas, I'm not really irresponsibly mad for anyone in particular, I just had Frank Sinatra in my head.
So I'm back! and once again, nearly-living.
After a long arduous 'holiday' it's actually really good to be back in the busier world. Not much has actually happened, but as always some personal growth may have gone on unseen (thankfully. wouldn't want any visible growths).
Mindful of a good point fellow choirgoer/blogger Mutemonkey made about the reasons for her wonderful food blog (see here!) I don't really want to list the dreary events of my meaningless little life to bore youse all, and I haven't got enough faith as a stand-up - or sit-down as the case may be - comedian to entertain. This blog may be for my own sake but really it is open to anyone with a computer.
So here's a poem to bore you instead! I wrote it in my diary, a few months ago. I don't claim to be a poet by any means.. but I wrote anyway.
sand in my hair
on my scalp skin cells
gets under my nails
to scratch it off
from when I lay down
and gave up to the world.
stuck to my skin
it fell off my arms
when I used them
but not my head
P.S.
If I wrote something of a foodie blog would you read it? I'm thinking of starting one and calling it Everything Goes With Cream. Not just to disgust one or two of my friends but because this phrase has a special meaning to me! (what a strange girl, I can hear you thinking.)
Anyway what do you think? Does it work as a phrase?
Oh, won't I Heidi?
Alas, I'm not really irresponsibly mad for anyone in particular, I just had Frank Sinatra in my head.
So I'm back! and once again, nearly-living.
After a long arduous 'holiday' it's actually really good to be back in the busier world. Not much has actually happened, but as always some personal growth may have gone on unseen (thankfully. wouldn't want any visible growths).
Mindful of a good point fellow choirgoer/blogger Mutemonkey made about the reasons for her wonderful food blog (see here!) I don't really want to list the dreary events of my meaningless little life to bore youse all, and I haven't got enough faith as a stand-up - or sit-down as the case may be - comedian to entertain. This blog may be for my own sake but really it is open to anyone with a computer.
So here's a poem to bore you instead! I wrote it in my diary, a few months ago. I don't claim to be a poet by any means.. but I wrote anyway.
sand in my hair
on my scalp skin cells
gets under my nails
to scratch it off
from when I lay down
and gave up to the world.
stuck to my skin
it fell off my arms
when I used them
but not my head
P.S.
If I wrote something of a foodie blog would you read it? I'm thinking of starting one and calling it Everything Goes With Cream. Not just to disgust one or two of my friends but because this phrase has a special meaning to me! (what a strange girl, I can hear you thinking.)
Anyway what do you think? Does it work as a phrase?
Thursday, 24 January 2008
Monday, 24 December 2007
Christmas Eve
I am so excited about Christmas... everyone comes together and, at my Christmas, takes part in silly traditions. My family arrives late most of the time, Nanna more so now that Grandpa isn't around (he was an early bird). One of the nicest and silliest things we do is to have cassata (a sort of ice cream cake) in his honour, it was his favourite and Nanna made it every year, and we are still having it even though nobody has room to fit it in after turkey and ham and a million vegies and two helpings of plum pudding (why can nobody say no!!) with: Brandy butter, cream, ice cream, custard... oh that's it.
Grandpa died on Good Friday last year. He was born on Christmas Day - I've probably mentioned both these things before but what more appropriate time is there to remember?
- and died on Good Friday, so the nurse they had caring for him that Easter said 'he must be going straight to heaven!' Actually I think the cassata is his birthday cake. I probably knew that.
Tomorrow he would have been 92. We miss you Grandpa! Christmas isn't quite the same without your champion cherry chomping and hard hugs.
It always seems to be cold and/or wet on Christmas Day lately. The last few years have been, anyway. Weird! Doesn't it know it's Australia and we have a drought? Hopefully not... on top of that, it certainly makes inside with roast bird and plum pud (There actually are plums in it- prunes. I put them in myself! when I was chopping the fruit several days ago. It's rattling away on the stove now, yes sadly no time to mature, but nobody will notice. and we have to keep checking there is enough water in the pot! how exciting! ah I love Christmas) more enticing.
I hope you have a suitably silly and highly enjoyable Christmas.
Grandpa died on Good Friday last year. He was born on Christmas Day - I've probably mentioned both these things before but what more appropriate time is there to remember?
- and died on Good Friday, so the nurse they had caring for him that Easter said 'he must be going straight to heaven!' Actually I think the cassata is his birthday cake. I probably knew that.
Tomorrow he would have been 92. We miss you Grandpa! Christmas isn't quite the same without your champion cherry chomping and hard hugs.
It always seems to be cold and/or wet on Christmas Day lately. The last few years have been, anyway. Weird! Doesn't it know it's Australia and we have a drought? Hopefully not... on top of that, it certainly makes inside with roast bird and plum pud (There actually are plums in it- prunes. I put them in myself! when I was chopping the fruit several days ago. It's rattling away on the stove now, yes sadly no time to mature, but nobody will notice. and we have to keep checking there is enough water in the pot! how exciting! ah I love Christmas) more enticing.
I hope you have a suitably silly and highly enjoyable Christmas.
Thursday, 13 December 2007
How Long Has This Been Going On?
Betwixt the anti-VCA angst and the rapturous cheese of Christmas with Concordis, I'm enjoying listening to a bit of daggy Carmen McCrae.
Well, I was, and now some ultra-trendy semi-tonal jazz has come on, and my ears are confused. Should I pretend to enjoy so that I look hip and with it? Do I actually dis-enjoy it? I think the answer is that the music itself is enjoyable... it seems I have had what may be termed the VCA second year blues. And thus, should possibly write a blues of same name. ANyhow.. phase or not, my disillusionment has been real; so it's interesting observing, if nothing else, my own potential fascination and disgust at the same piece of music within a very short space of time.
Do you ever get confused about whether you like something or not?
I know I'm overthinking, but that's a chronic sickness that I have, so just bear with me... and the logic goes, I want to hang out with music that I enjoy. Normal, yes? The problem arises when it becomes evident that I can't always tell. Is it possible to forget how to enjoy something? Seems so. It's a big mental thing related to attitudes towards several things (like perhaps the VCA) and bleeargh, that's enough thinking for today.
I would like to say thankyou to Concordis for saving my life and stopping me from quite, as I wrote last blog, going spare. And possibly reviving somewhere deep inside me a love for music long suppressed... it's been way too long.
In other news.
Jacqui and Ed are on holidays now (happy holidays y'all!) and while Mum is at work it is my task to stop Jacqui spending the enTIRE day on the computer.
The method I best know how is to do stuff with her, like making these cupcakes. Creamy coconut apparently. I just know that we've got a lime and cream cheese, both of which are required and neither of which we usually have in the house, so it must be fate.
Sadly this picture is out of the book and I doubt our end product will look even similar, particularly as we have no cool blue plates or teacups with matching saucers. Or probably coconut shavings. Hmmm.
I love cooking! Recent conquests include fruitcake, gingerbread and shortbread. Yes I am trying to get into the spirit. After waiting so long for December, it doesn't even feel like Christmas.
Also on the list today is more panforte, we finally got through last year's.
I'm keeping busy, or trying to, so there may be another post soon. Before Christmas, I wager!
Well, I was, and now some ultra-trendy semi-tonal jazz has come on, and my ears are confused. Should I pretend to enjoy so that I look hip and with it? Do I actually dis-enjoy it? I think the answer is that the music itself is enjoyable... it seems I have had what may be termed the VCA second year blues. And thus, should possibly write a blues of same name. ANyhow.. phase or not, my disillusionment has been real; so it's interesting observing, if nothing else, my own potential fascination and disgust at the same piece of music within a very short space of time.
Do you ever get confused about whether you like something or not?
I know I'm overthinking, but that's a chronic sickness that I have, so just bear with me... and the logic goes, I want to hang out with music that I enjoy. Normal, yes? The problem arises when it becomes evident that I can't always tell. Is it possible to forget how to enjoy something? Seems so. It's a big mental thing related to attitudes towards several things (like perhaps the VCA) and bleeargh, that's enough thinking for today.
I would like to say thankyou to Concordis for saving my life and stopping me from quite, as I wrote last blog, going spare. And possibly reviving somewhere deep inside me a love for music long suppressed... it's been way too long.
In other news.
Jacqui and Ed are on holidays now (happy holidays y'all!) and while Mum is at work it is my task to stop Jacqui spending the enTIRE day on the computer.
The method I best know how is to do stuff with her, like making these cupcakes. Creamy coconut apparently. I just know that we've got a lime and cream cheese, both of which are required and neither of which we usually have in the house, so it must be fate.Sadly this picture is out of the book and I doubt our end product will look even similar, particularly as we have no cool blue plates or teacups with matching saucers. Or probably coconut shavings. Hmmm.
I love cooking! Recent conquests include fruitcake, gingerbread and shortbread. Yes I am trying to get into the spirit. After waiting so long for December, it doesn't even feel like Christmas.
Also on the list today is more panforte, we finally got through last year's.
I'm keeping busy, or trying to, so there may be another post soon. Before Christmas, I wager!
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
going spare
Really, I have too much spare time.Tired of drifting around!
Time to jump into the deep of SOMETHING, man I am restless enough to bite my nails if I ever did (can't understand people biting their nails. My teeth don't break my nails, so it just makes for very unsatisfying chewing and eventual soggy-making.) and all the caffeine I've had today is a cup of tea. Aaaargh!
In NSW with Liz and Amy staying at Amy's beach house near Bateman's Bay.Stupid Blogger. I take no responsibility for the narrowness of this page and the ridiculous layout of pictures.
It was quite wet.But it was pretty, if cold.
My fingers and toes were alternately numb in these outdoor photos, but it was good. For these first few, on
Thursday, we all couldn't wait to get back to the house and have a cup of tea, only the power was out. Haha. So we went elsewhere which had a gas stove and got warm. And kind of dry. To me it seemed nothing got properly dry until we left the coast.On recommendation from Lei
la I requested to see Pretty Beach on Friday.
We then packed the place up and drove back to Amy's, near Yass, which was beautiful!
Went to a party in Canberra on Saturday night, a birthday party in a park. Having left Roy & HG's radio commentary (sadly) behind on Triple J I actually forgot about the election until someone came running up yelling LABOR WON!The party continued completely unaffected, which in hindsight is kind of funny. I didn't know anyone and found it pretty boring. Not to insult anybody there, who I'm sure isn't reading this anyway.
Oh yes and Dunja did our hair. I assume Liz doesn't want her photo up here and I haven't asked Amy's permission either but it was awesome hair.
I was a bit camera-happy after the time away so when we got back I just kept taking photos. It's pretty fun.
And now, a list of things to do.Find some sort of employment, preferably to do in the mornings.
Maybe bake something.
Tidy room, & rearrange stuff, while listening to music.
Read The Lovely Bones. and other books.
Make some clothes.
Do something useful in the garden.
Something musical. maybe.
Get a life.
Do something spontaneous.
Make a new friend. Embrace something new.
Dance lessons?
Stop blogging when there is nothing of note to convey.
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