Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Face Value

Maybe it is the glass of wine (red), maybe the sunstroke (head), or maybe thelack of sleep(bed), that propels the kind of mood that I have been in for a goodly portion of the last five days or so.

I speak of Face Value tonight - of the physical iconography of my friends, each of whom is dear. Face Value in this context, is not necessarily of the first impressions, although it does count a part. It is instead like the layers of individual characteristics, deeds, and beliefs that make up each person that I know. Think of that as the filling that the face rests upon.

It is expressions, words, characters, environments, interactions, that I have been privy to, and the face is not a shallow beauty mask, but a treasure.

Yes, I think the wine could be at fault for some of my wording, but it is still true.

Here's another image of you all, (especially my U.K. gems, met in person during my travels, and the one that waded down to N.Z! Your faces are polishedlike amber.) - I sometimes think of the world as being less than solid, as if shining strings went straight through it, and anchored some part of me to some part of you. (In an appropriate place, I hope..I should hate to cause discomfort! ;) )

I guess it makes me feel you are all close, and that distance is just a trick of the mind. I can't see how far away you are from here, there's a room in the way! So yes, that's how it goes. I admire Sue's novelations and monsters, that Oz took the leap tostart his own business, and Juzzza's music abilities are staggering, andI still hold to the belief by the way, that they easily match and in some cases beat a lot of what is out there. (You all rock! And all of your friends/children/and loved ones that I met along the way, too.)

Any minute now, a twelve part gospel choir will start to sing: "Oh My Lord, A Happy Good Day!", and I will James Brown the floor. Hark, could it be the sombre nature of self editing, attempting to break through the walls of the brain, and stifle these fingers?

Quick. Let me lift the trapdoor, so that this can escape through the cellars of my mind before the thought police arrive. Cheery warm fuzzies (watch out, they're kinda big!) to you all.

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2005-02-23 07:14:46

Saturday, February 19, 2005
Boom! Bang! Crash!

Today was that epicurean, optical and auditory noise-fest known locally as "Symphony under the Stars" - wherein people flock like flocking things to a large grassy area in the city of Auckland, known as "The Domain". There they have music played at them,whilst they digest all manner of self indulgent foodstuffs. In the case of my little group, this was:brie, blue cheese and pear jelly on crackers, blueberries, cherries and figs, wine, chicken and sesame seed buns.

Thenas darkness falls,soon there are oohs and aahs as mighty green laser lights flare through the pre-induced smoke. And on special occasions, they even set off brightly ominous red flares to glow amid the trees that ring the place. Trés Apocalyptique!

Goodly donating folk have a glow stick to wave about, as itis, after all, a charity event. It finishes up with the traditional playing of the 1812 Overture, replete with cannons and fireworks (and more lasers. One can never have enough of the glowing green stuff). Whizzbangs!

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2005-02-19 10:17:42

Friday, February 18, 2005
Tai Chi for the Shower

I think someone ought to devise a minimalist version of Tai Chi. None of these crazy steps forward/sideways, and just you forget about any expansive arm movements! All may cause slippage, and in a shower, that's positively deadly.

However, if you are a practitioner of Tai Chi yourself, you may wish to try the amusing activity of doing it in your mind as you drift off to sleep. See how far you get! I never get very far. It's too relaxing.

Drivers in Auckland today were drafted from the genepool of pondweed. Unlike yesterday's sugar-crazed lemmings, for whom theline demarking one's lane,meant athing to be crossed as many times as possible.

I have what I think is called a Tension headache right now. Am convinced that it's meningitis or just a pulled neck, depending on how paranoid I want to be. This is where one's manly man is supposed to stand behind one's chair and massage one's neck, while one goes "Mmm! Thankyou darling." But when one has not got a manly man to do this selfless act of kindness, one must stop blogging, and go home.

I wonder where he is. It's awfully inconsiderate of himnot to have shown up in my life yet, and I am sure I shall chide him mightily for it. Unless I get a neck-rub.

;)

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2005-02-18 02:44:28

Saturday, February 12, 2005
A walk on the beach..

So - instead of sleeping in on Saturday as is my normal habit, I got up, drove 45 minutes to a beach, walked for a couple of hours (and "chilled out" (= sitting on a rock, looking at the ocean), then went back home again

The beach is Piha, just out of Auckland. (Juzzza, you would have liked it, I am thinking!) I tried calling you, and Oz, so that you could hear the waves crashing, but as the reception didn't want to play ball, I couldn't get to ya. I didn't get hold ofSue either :(

So you'll all have to hold funnels to your ears, and listen to some running tapwater!

****

On love,(a.k.a lustful adoration!) -

Alas, I find myself in the pit of the smitten, being nibbled by the alligators of despair. Or maybe they're crocodiles. Or handbags. Being nibbled by the handbags of despair. Still one can yet look forward to being swatted by the penguin of joy.

:) It's not so bad, really. But I want to write the most awful poetry about it. Heaven help us!

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2005-02-12 09:09:13

Thursday, January 20, 2005
Steak for Breakfast

I type this listening to Ella Fitzgerald.

By having to get up early this morning to collect & drop my sister off at the train station, I decided to be virtuous and go to work *hush!* e.a.r.l.y...!

I bypassed a lovely little cafe called Benediction which does the best steak sandwiches.

The sky was duck egg blue, and the beautiful inner city people in the beautiful inner city apartments were getting up for the day. (well, one was. ;) ) Now I have my steak sandwich, and my banana shake.

Life is good this morning. And so is Ella F., in her Foggy London Town...

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2005-01-20 13:41:55