This blog covers daily routines… of famous (and perhaps not so famous people). Very interesting and just a little random.
I love quirky writings. About a month ago I bought: Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (Who is a guy btw). It is splendid. I will share some next time I get to reading it.
This evening I took a short road trip or rather a longish drive with some of my family to visit the twilight market at St Andrews – which is up toward Kangaroo Ground where I spent a good bit of my ‘in Australia’ childhood.
The market is very much along the hippie/sustainability lines and very communal. Food stalls, chai tents, fishermans pants, live music, drums etc.
I wandered around and came to the conclusion that many people must simply know each other through schools, perhaps the market (which is weekly but usually early Saturday morning), or just in living locally. Yet what was more interesting was that this ‘vibe’ (if I can call it that) itself induced community. A poor example was that I had a brief chat with a guy while waiting forever for food after he stood in so his daughter didn’t have to wait so long. But, so much chatting – and you could see that conversations were going further than the simple – hi, hello.
I’m interested now to passively investigate if community begets community. And if established community is plonked in a less formal setting (which is not really an idiosyncrasy in itself) if it evolves into something more… and if then, what does that mean for the Kingdom of God or dare I say it, doing Church?
I bought some yellow proteas.
There’s a small part of me that thinks I should have studied Interior Design. Yes I would suck, but I’m obsessed. A good percentage of the blogs I read are interior based – I think I just like pretty, pleasing things.
And OH MY GOSH. This site is splendid. It showcases the interiors of creative workplaces – (Yes that means Design studios and the like).
But hey, I can’t say I’ve got it too bad. My part time job at Ergo Consulting is in a pretty lovely place. (I’m responsible for those ‘posters’ on the staircase wall)
And we’re not even in a ‘traditionally creative’ field.
It’s been showing in Melbourne for months and quite out of the blue Geoff bought us tickets.
So, that’s where we were this afternoon, at a matinee session of Wicked. It was a truly spectacular musical and although I’m perhaps not as well versed as I’d like to be in theatre experience, to say it was, “Very good” would be an understatement.
I am still in awe of the phenomenal costumes and set. And the fact that we had the understudy lead role – makes me wonder quite how they found someone better. Neither did we see Anthony Callea (who really cares).
It was nice to have an old story go bust at the seams and it didn’t ruin the Wizard of Oz in the slightest, infact I dare say it enhanced any childhood experience of the kind, including my grade 2 debut as a munchkin.
Well worth the money, even that spent on the flashing martini glass…
