Aydan and Melissa got engaged this afternoon.
Well that’s the first of us.
(went to school with both)
I maybe should have minor qualms about them still being rather, well young… however it’s been a long time coming. They are the kind of people who swallowed their mature pills a long time ago. I’ve always admired their relationship.
pleased for them.
but it is a little strange.
It looks like someone has come along and photoshopped the moon tonight, whatever they call the effect that makes it blury – probably ‘blur’ 😛 Beautiful, but I prefer it clear.
Had to catch the 7:33 this morning as Dad had to leave early. I was lazy changing trains, taking the flagstaff steps at less than a run, and dawdled a bit to get to the tram. It turned out fairly well and I only made it to work about 8 minutes early – may have been fractionally more than if I hadn’t have had to get off the tram around the port junction stop and swap trams for some unknown reason. An old Italian guy was like ‘hello little girl’ or something kind of ‘sus’… so I avoided him and found a seat near David the MBO RMIT IBL (how’s that for an acronym lineup?) student for this year. He personifies the word geek… I don’t mean that unkindly, but yeah, he really does.
I haven’t talked much about work before, the people are of course (as in most circumstances) the most interesting. To point out a few,
Rachel. The person who showed me the ropes in the first week. I am indebted to her. She is massively extraverted. I sometimes feel vaguely intimidated by her as she likes everything ‘just so’. She is really nice mostly 😛 I confess I like her best when her husband is around… it’s funny how certain others bring out the best. She knows Jo (yits) they go to the same church!
Melina. I semi job-share with Mel. Closer to my age, I think she’s just finished (or nearly done) uni. Entrepreneur’ness. Extraverted and sings pretty much non-stop, always cheerful. My desk increased in messiness as soon as she shifted out the front. It’s a pity I don’t see her as much now. Gives people nicknames like ‘Bella’ (me) and other random stuff.
Ian. Funny the people you get along with really well. Ian is the ‘grandpa’. I tend to bump into him all the time catching trams, trains etc… all guys should come and learn the meaning of the word ‘courteous’ from him. He’s really quiet. His wife is hillariously loud.
Shannon. Started work after me, she does all the financial stuff – took over from Angela. Also closer to my age. One smart cookie. Has goood taste in music. She sends out funny emails, erm… down the line, gets things done. She’s cool.
Paul. My boss. 😛 Short, optimistic, very people mined, trustworthy kind of guy. Runs in and out of the office. Meetings and ‘things’ non-stop. I admire his exceptional family/work ‘harmonising’ skills.
Snooky (Andrew). The run around person. Helps me out stack… incredibly um kind. He has a daughter called Rebekah (she’s two), so… when I occasionally calls me Becca or something I let him get away with it 🙂
there are plenty of others…
Col (people, people, people – my sort of sub-boss person now Angela is on long service leave. He’s cool), Derek (it took me a while to ‘get’ him, friendly), Jo (Has the coolest Irish accent), Chris, Jeff, Andy, David, Tod, Breck, Steve (the only one younger than me… although mm yes doesn’t seem it)…
I work here – Managed Business Outcomes
I did have the thought today, of maybe working there just until the end of the year. I’d be stupid to let the job go as the environment is fantastic, and they have rather amazing conference 😛 but the distance is painful, and the pay could be a little better… anyway, that’s only half a thought, it’s not really a possibility at the moment.
on an entirely different note,
I was briefly flicking through the MX (the paper full of well, crap that they disguise as news)… and some line about “Jennifer Aniston wanting to publish some of her private diaries as she’s paranoid about people thinking she is no longer ‘strong'”…. here’s me thinking to myself, if she’s so ‘strong’ why can’t she just cop the flack and let the media speculate – the ‘making it public’ is almost the ‘easy way out’. No it’s not my dilemma and I didn’t read the whole article, only about three lines. It quite ashamedly reminded me of this blog, although the ‘strength’ thing is far from what it is… possibly the opposite. It’s easy for me to wear the ‘strong’ mask.
mmm… anyway thoughts.
Justice
I’ve been hearing a heap about it lately. Through erm, Gathering’s (that would be ‘chapel’ held during the day at Tabor) by Stephen Said’s talk on Justice and TEAR , and in our class on ‘Spiritual Activism’ and Urban Seed by Marcus Curnow and in the sermon at my Grandma’s church which was on Hospitality and vastly relevant.
“From the very beginning and throughout the Bible, God’s privileged one is consistently the enslaved instead of the supposed free, the outsider instead of the insider, the sinner instead of the righteous, the wounded instead of the healthy, the lay instead of the clergy, the poor instead of the rich. I dare you to try to disprove that.”
originally from here but I got it from here (which is Stephen Said’s blog which I read upon occasion)
Anyway, Social Justice.
I don’t know if I fully ‘get it’. I’m defintely not really inclined towards it.
I do think it should play some kind of part in my life however I am not entirely sure how.
I grabbed a Micah Challenge bookmark today, and stuck it on my wall (which is starting to fill up with all sorts of interesting postcards and art 🙂 to remind myself to check it out sometime, and of the whole ‘Justice’ issue.
Yes I should look into this kind of stuff more. I have really only just started toying with vague ideas of even bothering to think about it.
I guess there are ways in which I help in the background, hmm lets see I helped fix up the Catalyst website (don’t laugh there is much to be done)…. which is something my work is involved in.
The truth is, despite not being entirely involved or having a passion for this kind of thing, it still interests me greatly.
I am not set out employed or consumed with the passion of social justice.
I could say, or start to recognise that my interests lie closer to home, within this beautifully huge, terrifying, uncharted territory of the obsessive trap of being online 24/7.
Stupid online youth ministry… hardly any resources behind it (that was a friendly ‘stupid’ don’t misinterpret please).
that saying….
I intend to go to the Genunie Connection day thing later in August… and will hopefully get some partially useful ideas. It looks interesting regardless.
*edit… and that post just petered out into nothing related to Social Justice. ah well.
Had Marcus Curnow from Urban Seed do our Spiritual Growth lecture today…
(found out later he’s actually related to me…. *this is starting to get embarassing the number of lecturers I know)
What think you of this? (Put your thinking into the context of being around a lot of broken/homeless/druggies… hey even ourselves) Basically ‘Shout to the Lord’ – Lament style.
Read more about what was behind this here
it is interesting.
I oddly like this version.
Shout to the Lord (Angry)
(Lyrics: Marcus Curnow 2005)
Why Jesus? Why favour
Those who do not like you?
All of my years I cry bitter tears
I wonder where’s your mighty love?
No comfort, No shelter
Where is the refuge and strength?
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to question You
Shout to/(at) the Lord
All the Earth, let us bring
Powerlessness, tragedy
Rail at the King
Mountains fall down
And the seas will roar
Hear the sound of the pain
I long to see the work
Of your hand
Forever I’ll seek you
Seek to understand
Nothing to hold
But the promise I have
In you
I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times
Sixpence None the Richer
(Originally performed by Brian Wilson / The Beach Boys)
I keep looking for a place to fit in
where I can speak my mind
and I’ve been trying hard to find the people
that I won’t leave behind
they say I got brains
but they ain’t doing me no good
I wish they could
each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin’ for myself
but what goes wrong
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
every time I get the inspiration
to go change things around
no one wants to help me look for places
where new things might be found
where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
what’s it all about
each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin’ for myself
but what goes wrong
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times
I guess I just wasn’t made for these times