Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Story 1: The Well

My family, like many, has an interesting story. Or that interests me, at least. I've always wanted to get the stories down do I'm going to have a shot as part of #b03 to jot one down here every day for the month of March.

A story that my mother told me:

Your great-grandmother had 5 children when her husband died. She lived with her family-in-law as people did in those days. The family never liked her and while her husband was alive, he protected her; with him gone, she knew that she wasn’t welcome. She took her oldest daughter to the village well and looked down. They were going to jump. She looked down into the well. She said it was very dark and deep. They were crying. She decided that things weren’t so bad that it had to end there. So they didn’t jump and they went home.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

The lyrics as I heard them by Andy Bull for Like a Version

Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while you sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

It's my own advice*
it's my only voice*
Help me to decide
how to make the most
of freedom and of pleasure
I know that nothing ever lasts for ever
and everyone wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you
Or no hands when the walls come tumbling down*
when they do, I'll be right beside you
So glad we almost made it
so sad they had to fade it
everybody wants to rule the world.

I can't stand this indecision
or is it the lack of vision
everybody wants to rule the world

Say that you'll never never ever ever need it
one headline why believe it
when everybody wants to rule the world

wants to rule the world

*not quite right

Thank you Tears for Fears for these lyrics that resonate in the way that only a good 80s track can - easy to sing along to and profound in the cheesiest but most satisfying of ways. Mmm cheese :)

Saturday, February 25, 2012

A stream of consciousness from my desk

Written at 11:14AM this Sunday morning.

Sitting, waiting for washing, typing. I'm at my kitchen table, blinds drawn to keep out the sun. The irony of wishing to be in the airconditioned office on a Sunday. Free day. Free. dream, delight, inspire. Must comment on Kimberley's blog.

I digress. Plan for the day is writing, blogging, getting finances in order. freelance. what's happening and what can we make happen more. spinster, the article i read about rosalind whom i first heard about in year 7 from that actress who toured schools and performed to show girls that they could have a role in science. how did i end up in fashion? biology was my first love.

excitement. memories. microscopes. the crazy canadian teacher who taught biology to me in south korea. shook my hand for way too long when we were first introduced. crazy guy but so much knowledge and giving.

crazy. do we have to be to reach our full potential. what gives to make awesome happen? bill cunningham. respect for his work but can i have it all. love. why has no-one else talked about his religion. religion. what is it. his guilt. finding love in his work. could i be sustained by that. spinsterhood. why would it be bad. melodramatic perhaps but hasn't it been stunning thusfar? despite the disappointments. MEN! but the friendships, the freedom. i want nothing more. best men are already in my life. Dad makes me cry. must call Mick. blessed.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Play Make Do

~ What did you do for fun from ages 5-14 (before the Internet :)
I read Enid Blyton books, climbed trees and built cubby houses  wherever I could.

~ How do you Play now? 
Freely, wildly with everything. I'm currently going through a phase with pipe cleaners. 

~ If you invited someone over to Play tomorrow what would you do? 
Play internets. 

~ If you were to teach others at Play Make Do something, what would it Be?
How to spot the saucepan in the night sky :-)

Very excited, here are some of things I've packed for the trip:

Play Make Do