Pizza + Boags St George + Firefly
and this is good news. Tim Burton set to redo Alice in Wonderland! A perfect couple!
Month: <span>November 2007</span>
I do use the blog as a record of things. I generally allude to the ‘more personal’ things, such as ‘the first kiss’ by some obscure means (you’ll have to hunt the archives for that one!) but as I’ve written about contraception briefly before, it’s probably fair to mention that I’m now on the pill. Theoretically I started three days ago, but the first two were the fake-tablets so this evening marks the initial intake of the actual stuff.
I guess I’m telling you incase I go off my rocker…
I had a funny sort of revelation tonight. I watched The Life Aquatic. Brilliant movie. If you normally asked me to summarise a movie, I’d run with a kind of plot scenario i.e. the adventures of a failing documentary film maker and so on, probably in a rather boring monotone. I’m not the social story telling kind. But I wasn’t asked to summarise it, why would I after all – surrounded by a group of people who were watching the exact same thing? A brief conversation flew around the ending and an individual’s dissatisfaction. I disagreed and gave a very short, sharp synopsis about the guts of the movie. I think sometimes more goes on in my head than I realise. Or perhaps it’s just the articulation of what’s there that sometimes catches me off guard?
In truth, my concise proclamation of internal workings of the story is about as basic as you can get. Laughable.
Loser in life wins out in the end – not by the means excepted, but he still wins. End of story.
It’s the guts of most stories, probably a lot of lives, although winning occurs in stages and phases and not in some ultimate finale (talking life on earth here), and of course the stretch of the theory doesn’t glean all circumstances.
However stupid, strange or balmy the protagonist is, we can relate. Yes, I just called you a loser.
The whole of the creative world is somewhat unoriginal. I already knew that.
So. Does an good unpredictable ending always have to be an unhappy one. And if so, isn’t that predictable in itself?
Is there another alternative? Or does that wind up in ambiguity? Or is it simply an eternal ending? Can you run with a plot that never properly ends? Or does it still technically end where we stop looking at it?
There’s got to be some theological swamp in all that?
I hate buying glasses.
I love new glasses, but the finding of frames is a henious task.
I’ve spent a few trys now searching out a very reasonable optical shop near me to no avail. There is NOTHING in that shop of quite a few hundred glasses that really works.
A momentary visit to a far more expensive place located one potential (shown in the picture). This frame costs $279. That’s without lenses. That’s atrocious.
I have a narrowish/small face and so for the most part glasses are too wide or too big. I also have discovered that I can’t go too square, too round (yuck anyway), most plastic frames don’t work (damn I really wanted that truly artsy fartsy look – but what can you do!), they can’t be too dark or too light, the arms cannot be very thick or it doesn’t work, and I don’t think I’m that keen on semi-rimless. That and I don’t really want a repeat of my current ones because I’ve had the frames for six years. That’s quite long enough.
There are online places that are beautifully cheap but I’m scared of wasting money on frames that don’t work. These come close. At $75, what do you think? Do I take the risk?
Oh… and if you see the Sceats 9709 (pictured) for a reasonable price somewhere online please do let me know.
I should just save up big and go get my eyes lasered….
It would be an easy post to write, should it be all over my delight that Starbucks Christmas has again come around and I can indulge in gingerbread lattes once more, however a casual catch up with a friend wound up quite differently.
Sam and I were scheduled to catch up this morning at the local shopping centre’s Starbucks. We managed to catch up, but not before we’d run in to Kerryn – a girl we both did YITS with and have since lost some contact. I have in the past described Kerryn as: exuberant, wacky and encouraging, inclusive of that, she is quite a remarkable girl with very few inhibitions who lives Christianity more bravely than most.
With Kerryn was Art, a 30 something guy whom she’d met through work. So we sat down with our drinks *key happy noise for gingerbread latte here* for a brief catch up/chat.
Suddenly the conversation flips on it’s small talk head and Art throws forward a question about religion. The question was answered badly and then tangented and I was like ‘oooh’ (in my head) ‘I don’t think we should let that one get away’.
And it came back.
And I was like, ‘Oh what the heck, why not try’.
What followed was a pretty intense conversation about what we/I (I’ll go with I, because I wound up doing most of the talking with Sam and Kerryn adding a few comments here and there) believe and who is God and what is God and this and that and oh my freaking goodness xyz and it was all wound up in philosophy and the problem with humankind and….
The problem was, was that at the beginning of the conversation he gave me zero clues to what he knew about God and Jesus so I had nothing to go on and I really did a crapshit job at explaining anything basic well. Sam later described it as as ‘Jesus waiting patiently for the disciples to stop furfing around before he spoke’. Anyway, Art slowly let more of his ideas out of the bag and suddenly I was facing this guy who was reasonably intelligent, 10 odd years older than me, had clearly thought a lot of this God stuff through, didn’t think much of religion and had plenty of questions, some of them a bit tainted by human limitation and really eager to hear thoughts and also to challenge inability to understand.
I think I was buzzing more with trepidation and the clumsiness of my explanations and ideas, than the fact that oh my goodness, here I am having my first candid and good but somewhat difficult conversation with an adult who is interested in this God stuff. Sad but true. I don’t tend to ever open up myself to those situations.
Anyway. We threw things back and forth and I think/hope I managed to convey what I thought clearly (give me a blog or paper any day over talking to someone!). I came away feeling extremely challenged to work out how to learn how articulate what I believe better.
He thanked me at the end of it for persisting, giving him some things to think about and being willing to chat.
It was kind of crazy. It was astonishing but it kind of scared me. I still can’t believe it.