Saturday, February 28, 2009

Storms and End-of-Summer Informs

Wow. Almost at the end of summer. Quite a strange summer. From extreme to extreme - with flood, drought, bushfire, with COLD and HOT and everything in between, with dry and humid ...

My favourite places are:
  • At the foot of my bed, curled up with a book or hunched over a sketchpad or lounging against the wall daydreaming and music going.
  • Either staircase at my Grandma and Grandad's.
  • My Grandpa's shed, with all the woodworking and gardening tools and sawdust.
  • The hockey field ... particularly at the time when you can watch the sky go from a light blue to ink black.
  • The beach, even if just for a walk.
  • Anywhere outside during a storm - it's always sooooooooooo beautiful.
They're all favourites cos they're good for thinking or they make me feel peaceful. And heaven knows I need that peaceful bit every once in a while ...

Here's a really nice song. It's by Enya ...
Trains and Winter Rains
City streets passing by
Underneath stormy skies
Neon signs in the night
Red and blue city lights
Cargo trains rolling by
Once again someone cries
Trains and winter rains
No going back no going home
Trains across the plains
And in the sky a star alone
Every time it’s the same
One more night one more train
Everywhere empty roads
Where they go no-one knows
Trains and winter rains
No going back no going home
Trains across the plains
And in the sky a star alone
Trains and winter rains
No going back no going home
Trains across the plains
And in the sky a star alone
Trains and winter rains
No going back no going home
Trains across the plains
And in the sky a star alone
Trains and winter rains
No going back no going home
Trains across the plains
And in the sky a star alone

We started watching the Franco Zefirelli version of Romeo and Juliet and it is sooooooooo bad. Everything in it is bad, from the costumes to the actors to the music to the deliverance of lines to the set.
Ugh the man who plays Romeo looks so much like Zack Efron, it's not funny.

My friend Puzzle, on Friday ... YESTERDAY ... asked someone if they thought suicide was cowardly or brave. I think it's neither.
I was pretty annoyed at her for asking that question actually ... it's a rather unpleasant and uncomfortable topic ... for a vast amount of reasons. Particularly the obvious - what suicide is.

Anyway if I don't stop now this'll go on forever. So bye!

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