I am a curious incident

The bannana on my sister’s cereal

A flying ant without it’s wings

The created creatable

I am the staunchest

The individualist

The strange one

Six hour shift today. Quite a good work day really. Highlights would be the woman looking at the cookbook, she had an unusal accent, eurpoean, she smiled at me and said, “A lot of love has gone into this book.” There was the lady who was looking at the classics, she was one of those rare people that raditated joy, really hard to explain, but yeah… Then there was the mum with her boys that had come with their money boxes and ended up paying $29.90 in coins, mostly 10c’s and 20c’s I found it throughly amusing, there weren’t too many other customers. It took a long time for her to count it out (with me double checking). Simone looks at it and says, “That’s not going in the register” and opens up a plastic bag and sweeps the lot off the counter. Simone is cool.

This evening I had this impulsive desire to try drawing something again. Understand that I used to be fanatical about drawing and not too bad for a 13-15 year old. I am no original artist, I never was. I cannot dream up something in my head, it has to be copied from a photograph or other art. I was slighly obsessed with animals at the stage and so that’s all I ever drew, I sucked at people, still life things I was okay at, but found them boring.

The story behind the whole drawing thing was that one day when I was about 12, I had a minor identity crisis over not being good at anything specific, so I ended up determining to pick something and so get good at it. I somehow ended up pouring a lot of effort in to teaching myself how to draw – must have come up with something vaguely decent near the beginning. A little pride pushes you a long way.

Looking back now, it doesn’t look all that fantastic, but I liked it at the time.

So here is a rare preview of some really old stuff from the lot I could find. Some of the contrast is a bit bad.

So really, the last time I’ve drawn anything was back in 2002 (latest) in Yr.10 art.

Of all things I could have tried, I picked a photo of a person (from the Humanity photo book I got for Christmas)… I don’t think I’ve ever really drawn a half decent person, animals are a billion times easier. So this was this evenings attempt, I sat on the verandah with the dog being a pain and remembered how painstakingly annoying it is for a perfectionst to draw. I am not throughly disgusted, but I think I’ll leave the drawing to those with the proper capability and stick to writing. Its a far easier medium.

Tomorrow shall be an interesting day. I do not know if I am really looking forward to it. All three things that I am doing could be ‘high stress’ activities if I let them. Not that a driving lesson really clarifies. But a potentially interesting/difficult conversation has to happen and I have to stop pretending I’m not doing the whole uni thing and go to an info session.

I am looking forward actually to uni. I really think I need the change of scenery. If I had my way, I’d move out of home right now. Part of me is slightly desperate to just go away somewhere by myself for a while. Which reminds me, I’ve opted out of family holiday (3 days) at the end of Jan, that shall be very good.

Avoiding or just changing the hundrum of life is appealing at the moment to the extremely small risk taking section of my brain.

God is oddly very real to me at the moment. It’s like I’ve remembered who he is or I just need him more.

Wisdom

1 A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of death better than the day of birth.

2 It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of every man;
the living should take this to heart.

3 Sorrow is better than laughter,
because a sad face is good for the heart.

4 The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.

5 It is better to heed a wise man’s rebuke
than to listen to the song of fools.

6 Like the crackling of thorns under the pot,
so is the laughter of fools.
This too is meaningless.

7 Extortion turns a wise man into a fool,
and a bribe corrupts the heart.

8 The end of a matter is better than its beginning,
and patience is better than pride.

9 Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit,
for anger resides in the lap of fools.

10 Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?”
For it is not wise to ask such questions.

11 Wisdom, like an inheritance, is a good thing
and benefits those who see the sun.

12 Wisdom is a shelter
as money is a shelter,
but the advantage of knowledge is this:
that wisdom preserves the life of its possessor.

3 Consider what God has done:
Who can straighten
what he has made crooked?

14 When times are good, be happy;
but when times are bad, consider:
God has made the one
as well as the other.
Therefore, a man cannot discover
anything about his future.

15 In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these:
a righteous man perishing in his righteousness,
and a wicked man living long in his wickedness.

16 Do not be overrighteous,
neither be overwise—
why destroy yourself?

17 Do not be overwicked,
and do not be a fool—
why die before your time?

18 It is good to grasp the one
and not let go of the other.
The man who fears God will avoid all extremes . ^[a]

19 Wisdom makes one wise man more powerful
than ten rulers in a city.

20 There is not a righteous man on earth
who does what is right and never sins.

21 Do not pay attention to every word people say,
or you may hear your servant cursing you-

22 for you know in your heart
that many times you yourself have cursed others.

23 All this I tested by wisdom and I said,
“I am determined to be wise”—
but this was beyond me.

24 Whatever wisdom may be,
it is far off and most profound—
who can discover it?

25 So I turned my mind to understand,
to investigate and to search out wisdom and the scheme of things
and to understand the stupidity of wickedness
and the madness of folly.

26 I find more bitter than death
the woman who is a snare,
whose heart is a trap
and whose hands are chains.
The man who pleases God will escape her,
but the sinner she will ensnare.

27 “Look,” says the Teacher, ^[b] “this is what I have discovered:
“Adding one thing to another to discover the scheme of things-

28 while I was still searching
but not finding—
I found one upright man among a thousand,
but not one upright woman among them all.

29 This only have I found:
God made mankind upright,
but men have gone in search of many schemes.”

I worked today. It was not too bad a shift, a tad slow. A lot of cute/screaming kids running around in the store, a lot funny customers today really. A really dignified older lady walked up to me and asked if we have maths books, to relearn maths. I had a good old chat with a great grandma looking at road atlases for her great grandson’s 18th (as well as a Melways). An old guy cornered me in the biography section and so I got an earful of Melbourne history and some guy called John Wren (a politician I think) and his memories of him. It was quite amusing but a tricky thing to get away. The guy was standing a tad too close for my liking also which was okay in that I could actually hear him, but not okay in that it was invading my large circumference of personal space. After about ten minutes I got away, the book he was after was not in stock.

Iain and Dawn met me after work, and they ate lunch while I visited Gloria Jeans (and I confess McDonalds for a cheeseburger) as afternoon tea. The lunch I had was extremely hurried and decidedly strange. Englishwise I think they call them a scotch egg. But I was wandering along the food court and looking in this curry shop and saw a chicken something or other. Now to entirely gross everyone out, it’s this I guess fried/croquette style thing with chicken, potato and boiled egg in the middle. I bought it on impulse, which is a strange thing for me to do, but was very impressed. It was actually really good, despite sounding so disgusting.

We managed to convince Iain to drive us both back to my place. Tried to pick up Sam on our way down, but she was in her pjamas out the back hanging up her washing, she walked down later. So we sat on the verhanda and talked and took photos and stuff. Until Dawn had to go (Dawn and Iain both yitsers).

Sam hung round home for dinner, that’s the third night in a row now. We walked Job back up the street and I came back after leaving her where she really belongs.

Explanation behind the photo of Sam with her head on the table. “Your dog’s face is in my bum” rather than, “Your dog’s bum is in my face”. Much laugher ensued. And the chicken is some random squeaky dog toy that I got in the way of.

Taken fairly quickly with Sam whispering things in my ear, “You’re making me sound like a little thing sitting on your shoulder”.