I want more

Wednesday, slipping down. I’m in that strange place where I can’t be bothered with anything, but desperately want to try something new. Yoga? The often mentioned T’ai Chi? Self-improvement seems to be a continual push, so I’m obviously not happy with me right now. But then I always want more. It’s true. When will I stop? Another indicator – Rage Against the Machine, Korn, Skunk Anansie. Radiohead is the next stop.

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Everything

Are you bored? Wondering what the web is all about, how it really works, how it is connected? Feeling brave? Check out this site. It seems to work the same way my brain does, so I find it oddly comforting.

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Good causes

The International Aids Conference kicks off today, and I’m forced to count my blessings. I hate being forced to do anything, but I can always make some exceptions. Now is it only me, or are there too many good causes to support? If (sorry, when) I win the lottery I will give virtually all the money to charity. OK so I know, and you know that I won’t, but I would like to, and surely it’s the thought that counts… right? Hmmm I feel a SomeTHiNG coming on… which also reminds me to re-visit my short pieces and see if I’ve advanced the ideas yet. Coffee time. Later.

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Peaceful and still

Sunday, it’s oh so quiet… I love lazy days, telly playing in the background, coffee will be in constant supply and, as I type, the sun is breaking through… hmmm this is all a bit poetic… The weekends are beginning to drag, we need a break, to get away, change the scenario, even if just for a few days.

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Happy joy

Happy happy joy joy… working at home but not actually minding it as much as I thought I would. M:I2 last night, was OK. It has taken me until now to figure out what irked me about it. It felt constrained, like it was holding back. A time-bomb that never went off. Think the weekend will be good.

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Different

“No, not that one…hmmm that one’s OK…” It has to be different, I have to be different – but do I want to change me? Or others perception of me? Well that’s the easiest question I’ve asked so far! Dreaming of a genie, 3 wishes, teeth that don’t need brushed, weight that stays off, hair that stays on… So why the obsession with different? Is it because I always tried so hard to fit in, without realising I never would? I remember simple pleasures, walking alone. I remember the pressures of walking home from school with others. Enjoying attention, never seeking it, always desiring it. Unsure of my confidence, unwilling to make a fool of myself (THAT’S why I don’t …

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