I don’t think I’ve ever been quite so excited about a gig before and I only just realised it yesterday. On Monday I’m off to see Sufjan Stevens. I quite hope he plays this. It wasn’t on his set lists for Sydney but it is on All Delighted People – which is new, so there is a fair shot.
My cooking repetoire is somewhat limited in that I sometimes try new things but I don’t really go about experiementing with strange ingredients. I do however have sisters that are wildly into cooking in quite different ways and my twin sister Laura has just started a blog. Check it. Alas the Bec that gets to taste test is not myself, but her housemate.
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”
– Terry Pratchett
Black is not a colour – according to some, it is the absence of light. Black is not a colour is bollocks. Black is hexadecimal value #000 it is also the K from the CMY… and Pantone’s Process Black and then there is Rich Black. Black is a colour.
Black is dark.
Black is like grey. There is more to it than meets the eye. Dark shouldn’t always equate to evil nor is it always an opposite.
Black has layers. Like onions. If your onions are black, you should really throw them out.
No thanks to our hosting company (as it’s been 3 months of waiting) the feed spam is finally over.
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Sunshine is my quest.
Having just seen The Kings Speech for the second time you get the Churchill quote. I do not enjoy watching movies for a second time in close succession but this would be an exception to the rule. Firth, Rush and Bonham-Carter are brilliant. See it.
You need light to see (see, there’s the theme, hey hey). You also need good vision to see, which is not something I posses thanks to some handy genetics which trumped out in the lens arena. I do recall my shock the moment I found out trees had actual form from long distance and weren’t just a blurry green blob. I’ve gone through a few pairs of glasses since age 10. Not all grand winners, some of them quite embarrassing. I wear contacts occasionally now and I would consider laser surgery if I had the money.
It’s interesting really how glasses have the potential to influence someones identity. I’m not sure if I would exactly feel lost without them (if there were some other solution to seeing – I would definitely feel lost without them if there wasn’t!). I’m not sure if confidence levels, and esteem are wrapped up in glasses – surely there is some kind of subconscious implications there. There’s naturally the nerd/smart thing that comes with glasses but if I’m not wrong, glasses aren’t always benefactors of this assurance for everyone (And is being a nerd something to be assured of!?) for some surely glasses are another mask – like others make up or costume, hat or attitudes that are used intentionally or otherwise to cover up the truth of someone or colour the truth of someone.
See and be seen. Where is the light not getting in?