pictorial reminiscences

i've been going through boxes of old photos. i have so many, mainly due to the late adolescence / early twenties photography phase, where anything and everything was incredibly fascinating and worth capturing on film and i was rarely seen without my SLR in hand (i think it needs a service; the last few rolls i took recently were all shockers and of course this has nothing to do with the photographer whatsoever).

if i had a decent digital camera you could bet i would have found fresh inspiration and my harddrive would be stuffed full of random pictures of doorways and back fences and slightly out of focus interesting people on the street. i think i may, however, have grown out of the cemetary phase...not sure, but i'm pretty certain (it's like when i rediscover my gothicky clothes in my old suitcases and try them on - i feel happy parading around the house in them but i think i'm beyond the age when i could convincingly carry off wearing them in public unless it was for a masquerade ball or similar. and yet i can't bear to throw them away...).

it's weird looking at fifteen years of your life in photos. there are some from earlier childhood, but they were mainly taken by other people. seeing the photos i took myself shoves me instantly back into other states of mind, other ways of being, other ways of thinking and i laugh when i remember some of those arrogant, naive opinions i once had (the arrogant and naive ones i have now will embarrass me in a few years too, don't worry). familiar faces crop up again and again, some incredibly familiar but without names in my memory. it elicits a little flicker of guilt but then i think those people probably don't remember me either, so we're even.

do i look like a pirate to you?

when he prophesies, it's in pirate (especially amusing, click on the 'reading impaired' and 'for eunuchs' buttons)

so much stuff

i'm going to see the lion king tonight...tee hee. it's also cam's 21st tonight in the church hall, so will see if i can get there afterwards.

having yum cha with dad tomorrow.

singing in faure's requiem at the opera house on sunday.

the last of paul barnett's lenten bible studies at st paul's south coogee on wednesday.

a buffy night with the baddeleys on friday.

emely's birthday next saturday night.

bek's party next sunday night.

my exam for doctrine 1 the tuesday after that.

then easter!



i think i need to get more sleep.

peevish grizzle

it's funny what things start to irritate you, working in an office. they are the most trivial, pointless things to get irritating about, but they're there all the same. today my irritation is with people who, when sending in a cheque with a form, feel the need to attach the cheque with staples or sticky tape, as if they don't trust the ability of the envelope to keep the two bits of paper together. it's irritating! don't do it! (okay, once is forgivable, but when you're processing a stack of mail and have to keep undoing staples again and again it starts to get annoying and i find myself favouring those people who don't use staples (paper clips are ok, as they just slide off) and that isn't fair because i'm sure the staple people meant well, it's just a completely misguided intention).

i am unwell. can you tell? i think i'm finally succumbing to whatever thing my mum had last week. or perhaps it's coinciding with the weather getting slightly cooler, which is great (the cooler bit, not the sick bit). i tried to go to bed early last night and ended up lying there for two and a half hours, listening to the waves of laughter coming from the people who have just moved in downstairs - i guess they were having a housewarming. thankfully there was no music, but it sounded like there were about a hundred people down there. so i didn't get any more sleep than usual. i wanted to do some writing but didn't because i was valiantly trying to get an Early Night, so it's doubly annoying because i didn't get any writing done and i didn't get any more sleep.

bah. i think i need coffee.