Published June 22, 2005 by

Word of the Day – Scintillating

scintillating

scin·til·late

To throw off sparks; flash.
To sparkle or shine. See Synonyms at flash.
To be animated and brilliant: dinner conversation that scintillated.

v. tr.
To give off (sparks or flashes).

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Published June 22, 2005 by

Read and Blue

To keep track of what I’ve read as my other lists that I make always seem to get lost or stop…

Read and Blue

by all means if you have read any of the books, comment away.

Only recording from today, it’s too difficult to go back and remember the ones before.

links to Amazon purely because there are reviews there… should you by any chance be interested.

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Published June 21, 2005 by

Record (unabridged)

Words. God gave so much to the world before words. I think of the excitement in recording what has happened – the same that everyone has. Photographs, letters, journal entries (blogs for that matter), stories, movies, cd, recordings of voice, home videos, a child’s handprint in clay or dough, all those mementos, those tickets, pieces of thread, a feather – people’s ‘spooky boxes’.
Why does it mean so much to record our history? We all know whether we acknowledge it or not that we are going to die one day. Oh yes, it’s nice to think we can leave behind a little of our past for our grandchildren to wonder over, but those birthday cards, notes from friends, leaves, coins – what are they to any other? Why do we care so much?

Why if you were to grab something when your house was burning down would it be those things, memories in their pitifully concrete form. What are memories after we die? Or heaven forbid get Altzheimers *sarcasm*. We spend so much time recording our lives and for what end? It’s selfish in many ways, the way we hoard what’s precious to us. We could for instance go out and make a bit of difference in somone’s day. But then do we keep those things because someone made a difference in our day?

Words, a way to record, to communicate, to solidify history, to pass on what could be pointless or maybe even useful information. Does a cookbook hold higher honor than a novel? Where does feeding imaginations lie in comparision to what could be more practical? Can you write without a dream, without anything to impart?

Record the happenings, the present, the future even, and most definitely the past. To what end? A respite from the now? How people pour over photo albums – even those belonging to others.

Are we so caught up in the intricracies of our lives?
Or is that why it’s so important?

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What would you grab if your house was burning down?

What’s in your ‘spooky box’?

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Published June 21, 2005 by

Coffee


How I like my coffee.

I somehow ended up owning multiple cups, all brown and green “very bec”
Also a testimony to my stingyness as they were either presents or like the cup in the middle cost me a grand total of 50c (new, not opshop).

That saying, I dont think I’ve ever used the really little one – mum got that for me somewhere. The secondone up (from the right) is the one probably worth the most, Laura got that for Kris Kringle for me (we did it on schoolies… so I ended up getting 2 Christmas presents from her). The very first one is possibly the best for late night coffee, it being the largest and if you make the coffee the same colour as the cup it’s pretty well perfect.

The 50c cup is useful as it accomdates for the tea drinking… trying to drink tea out of a latte cup, don’t even go there.

Whatever the case, this is evidence of the slight collecting gene I’ve inherited from my mother (by no means as bad) and I have well and truly eased off since about 4 years back.

At least this is practical.

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Published June 20, 2005 by

Here’s to Normality (altered rather a lot)

Not entirely sure why I started titling these, could be something to do with the fact that I enjoy making up that kind of thing. Words words. I usually wait until after I’ve written then put something up. Did the title first today. So much for saying holidays started last week, whenever, this is the first day where I have nothing. Which is the key to start planning/sorting stuff on what needs – or I want to happen. Bedtimes need to improve. 2:30am last ‘night’ which is terrible, I could blame it on proper coffee and good company. It was both, it’s still stupid of me. Wonder if I can make it to bed before 10?
So, regain the body clock, my habits to work myself back into some sort of properly functioning human being where I can have an indepth conversation without losing the plot 5 min’s in.

[12:53:02 AM] you wanna know somthing else I think?
(please don’t take the wrong way) our late nite
encounters have not been as deep (it’s not even
that…they’ve just been different) in recent times

^ Very true that and entirely my fault.

God, I guess I need to shove otherstuff aside a bit more. I can fool myself thinking that I’ve spent time with you, but it’s not the best of my time. Help me to want to give my first and best time to spend with you. Thank you for what you’ve been this past while – that’s the attitude I’ve had. It should be: for who you are.

It’s funny how things change in interaction with someone, you/others how externally it appears nothing has changed and a week weeks down the track things just feel differnt (often the awkward, sometimes the better).

….more left unsaid.

Appologies to those I’ve had zombie conversations with lately – that would be most of you I’ve talked with. Please please kick me offline if I’m on after 12pm (or earlier if I say :))
I love talking with you, but if I can do it earlier, conversation should be much improved.

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