Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Laughed out loud remembering this today

Every time I'm watching something like a promo for Poldark and I listen to the words as if I'm coming to the show for the first time and I think about how wonderfully cliche the dialogue / scenarios in it are... this mini storyline from Gravity Falls always comes to mind. It's a different style of period drama to the ones I like to watch, but I super relate / love this SO MUCH!

I am so, so happy that Poldark is back! I love Demelza to bits, and am always hoping she'll have a scene where she sings. Also, how evil is Elizabeth these days? She's all, if I have to be unhappy and screwed over by the patriarchy then every other woman has to be as well! It's like, babe, you have the power to help people. I feel like it's eventually gonna click and then she'll swing into action, and I'll be watching going, 'no duuuuuuuuh Elizabeth'. I think this show never really knows what to do with Elizabeth. Like... Ross was completely horrible to her, so she's justifiably really angry with him, but she always seems really oblivious to things that everyone else cottons onto in a second. And I know part of that is because she's so isolated from the world as a gentlewoman, but I feel like the show just always puts her in this annoying role. It's so obvious how horrible George is, so like, she can be angry at Ross and that doesn't mean she has to be an ignorant baddie... At the end of the last episode she had this smug little smile on her face about making her cousin marry that huge pompous arse, and I'm like... why would she even have that emotion? It reads so false. I hate when they make women who have had shit handed to them into bitter, evil characters. C'mon Poldark, you can do better than a stereotype. But mostly I think it's that the show doesn't commit to Elizabeth's personality enough. She always does weird stuff without them giving proper context, or like, going into a better understanding of why a woman in her position would have to do the things she does. Please Poldark writers, give me a more sympathetic and realistic view into the world of Elizabeth!! I am so into how dramatic this show is, and I am really into melodrama, and melodramas and romances as female expression. Like, stories about women, dealing with their wants and desires, and mostly written by women. Maybe this is why Poldark is slightly off, source material was written by a man. Obviously women can write some truly sexist tripe too. But still, it's so good that woman still have a place to express their desires even if I don't agree with them. Also so many period dramas (my true love in life) are romance based, so it's a win-win!

Friday, 17 February 2017

I'm still so wrecked by life, but starting to pick my way through maybe

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove she will be caught again
bought and sold  and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
We asked for signs the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government –
signs for all to see.
I can’t run no more with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring …
You can add up the parts but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Monday, 11 July 2016

Life, life, life!!

Life is all go, go, go!

I suppose it almost always is. I have the sort of mind that even when things are not so busy, I'm in a panic regardless. Being busy can be good that way - you can pour your anguish into activity.

I signed on to doing production design for a music video at the last minute, but it should be good fun. I've only met one of the band mates so far, but she had such a lovely energy exuding from her that I feel okay about the rest of the band too. It's an all girl punk band, and in their notes for the video they kept referencing songs by Sleater-Kinney and other amazing female musicians. Not to mention that it'll be a mostly female crew on set. Pretty sweet deal! The band is called The Girl Fridas and when I looked them up online I saw an interview where the bandmate I met the other day mentioned she was loving this other girl band called Honeyblood. I gave them a listen and I am hooked! The Girl Fridas don't have a proper version of the song we're filming up online yet, but when the music video is finished I'll post it here.
We film this Saturday, and I think we'll be fine getting everything ready by then (well, we have to be, so it will be!). After that, the very next day in fact... we take off to Bali!

Very exciting, this will be the first time going overseas in a LONG time. Since 2009... wow! I can't wait, it also happens to fall in the middle of Winter. To be fair, I planned it so that it would fall then because I am so sick of Melbourne grey skies and chilling winds. So we are outta here!!

(Okay, so here it looks like it gets sunny right as we are on our way out, but it'll get worse, I promise you! Or at least it better get worse.)

Dave and I will fly out of Melbourne at around 9am, and into Denpasar, Bali at 1:30pm. We then travel a little more into Ubud and check into this beautiful looking place. This will be my first time in Bali, but it will be my mum's fourth... fifth...? Because after we have checked in we'll meet up with my parents who we'll be travelling with! Mum first went to Bali about 30 or 35 years ago, and has been back a few times since with lots of time in between each trip. Every time it gets more and more hectic, which I think is a bit scary and probably a bit sad for her, but she's figured out a plan of where to go and where to avoid. We'll see how it goes!

Back in 2009 I got the amazing opportunity to go to Vietnam with my dad, Kim (the mother of my little sister, and basically my step-mum for years), and her two boys Andre and Matthew. Even though we stayed with family along the trip (Kim is originally from Vietnam) I was so shocked at how touristy the place was.  I feel like Bali will be similar in this way. Travelling can be weird like that; wanting to explore, but not wanting to exploit. Not wanting to just further the problem.

In the meantime I am juggling getting everything ready for the trip, getting everything ready for the music video, and getting ready for uni to start as soon as I return! Thankfully I can say that I have my reading sorted for the holiday! Phew! A most essential task. I am taking Dragonfly in Amber, the second book in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. I just finished watching the latest season of Outlander, which was based on this book. I am more emotionally driven by the tv show than I am by the books so I like to be told the story by the show initially. I do enjoy the books and all of the details they add though; all the bits and pieces not able to be included in the series. So my plan is that I watch the tv show, and then read the accompanying book after the season has aired. I did the same with The Hunger Games, but the last two movies were so bad that I think the book will be much better. Splitting the last book into two also means that I haven't read it yet because it took so long to be able to and haven't been as motivated to read on. I am still looking forward to it though. Maybe I'll bring it with me too... This latest season of Outlander I wasn't nearly as impressed by as I was with the first, and I think that was a lot to do with the format of the narrative. To be fair, I think they actually did a better job with the layout of the story than the book does. I have to say though, I thought the last episode to air was the best of the season... and I bawled the whole way through. Haha! Not going to lie, this is not hard to make me do. The other book I am bringing is Bossypants by Tina Fey. I've been wanting to read this for ages, but it's always out at the library and it costs money to reserve items, so it's withheld my grasp. Luckily, today Dave picked up a copy at the op-shop that's attached to his work, it's even travel sized! I've never seen a copy of it so small, I said to him, 'are you sure it's not abridged or something hideous like that?'. He assures me that it's not.

I'll leave you with some photos that represent the ongoings in my life right now:

 Bhalo Apron Wrap Dress

 Ted Baker Colour Block Travel Wallet (Pale Pink)

Toys R Us Intex Paradise Balls

 Kmart Utility Folding Knife

 Louenhide Baby Hepburn (Dusty Blue)

 Astonia Paper Products Tinsel Curtain (Gold)

 Bared Shoes Woodpecker Sandals (White and Beige)

 Link to my idol

You can decide what the things I want to buy are, and what the things I have to buy are. Outlander is obviously Outlander is obviously Outlander is obviously me obsessed with true love / Scotland.

Also this is a video of Honeyblood, it's a kind of a whatever video, but, you know... whatever! I guess it's pretty cute in it's funny little way. Just turn it up loud I reckon. :)

Honeyblood also happen to be Scottish, which is obvs a sign. Oh! Also, if Jamie Fraser was a real person I'd be related to him, 'cause my ancestor is the last guy to have his head cut off in Great Britain for rising up against the King of England, i.e. Simon Fraser (the fox), i.e. Jamie's paternal Grandfather. Cool stuff ey?!

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Recovering new ground

I haven't blogged for so long. I sort of had a turn at using tumblr, and so I started blogging there, but even that was quite short lived. For, maybe, nine months or so I even stopped reading my line up of favourite blogs regularly. It seems that now I am coming back so many of them have closed themselves off and made themselves 'private'. Maybe this is because they have stopped writing and no longer want their blogs just resting out in the inter-verse for just anyone to wander across. Maybe they only want people they know and love, and trust, invited into these spaces now. Maybe they are still writing (I hope so), but no longer want an unidentified audience. Both of these options make sense, and are understandable. Especially when there are so many personal stories and views shared; when friends and family are interwoven within.

While I can only respect and understand why these decisions must be made it does still leave me a little sad. I have enjoyed being let in by the dozens of amazing people... actually... yes, yes they are all women. By the dozens of amazing women who I read. I cherish these writers, often photographers and sharers, and so thank-you. I hope you don't all take off, and I hope more of you will come along.

That all being said, and I don't know how diligent I'll be, but my plan is to start blogging regularly again. To keep a record of my life I guess. A place to put down thoughts and observations, events, and to help better hold on to memories. I want to use this as a place to store some of my artistic expressions, and as a way to connect with others. Like I said before, I don't know how consistent I will be, but I hope to make this space somewhat constant in my life.

I included this photo because it is from a really happy day when I was in Sydney (Bondi in this photo) and got to see my sister. I live in Melbourne, so it's not often that I get up to see her, or the rest of my family who also live there. This is her. We tucked her dress into her undies so that it wouldn't get wet, as you can see, it kept coming out and the hem got well and truly soaked! We spent most of the time standing with our legs in the surf and I would lift her up, swinging her into the air, every time a big wave came to claim us. We both thought that this was great fun! She would shriek in delight and would wander around always expecting to be saved from the waves, which she always was, and this was actually fun for me too. A nice feeling to hold her close and rescue her just in time while we both laughed away together. I love this cheeky-monkey-girl so much! It is with her sense of joy and spirit that I began again here. :)

Friday, 9 November 2012

Treats from Around the City

Wandering through this neighbourhood, sometimes you can come across some pretty cool things. Lately a whole heap of fruits have been popping up. Heres's some from around the place.

This is the grape vine about a month ago.

And now here it is roughly a week ago.

The tree at the end of the fence...

What's that there?! :)

Happy adventuring! Xxx.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Connecting on Different Levels

Still sick, but determined to be with friends tomorrow for dancing and laughing. I'll just sleep lots tonight and not drink. I haven't really drunk alcohol all year, opting instead for mineral water, but recently I've not been so good. Just this last month I haven't been good.

Next door my neighbours at the 'groove pad' are playing T. Rex and it's making me jealous! I want to go knock on their door and ask to join in. One of the great things that my mum passed on to me was freedom through dance. To turn up the music and loose yourself in it. Music is so completely connected to emotion, and for me it's a spiritual thing. Like entering a new level feeling. Throughout my life my mum and I have danced together; as a baby she would hold me in her arms. As a toddler, coming back to her after staying with my dad, one of the first things we would do was play music, dance and just laugh together. Happiness, sharing the joy, and our love.

Have you noticed that when you dance with someone completely freely you become closer? Form a sort of bond. I have a few friendships that I can say have been strengthened through dance, haha!

Some of my friends say I dance like a 'hippy', but I don't think they really know what a 'hippy' is. Hippy is just a word that a lot of people say, and I think capitalism has stereotyped what 'hippy' is. Its become a brand that people use to sell, and to conveniently segregate a set of beliefs. I just dance how my mum taught me to. With no reservations.

The times I feel most alive are when in nature or when dancing.

Now my favourite T. Rex song, which I feel is strangely perfect for this post. :D

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

The Joys of a Train Station

Tonight I sit sick in bed, but the other day, on the weekend, I wandered gleefully around in the spring brilliance.

Off to meet my team-mates (friends) for the 48 hour film contest, (a project that is now done and dusted!) I walked to the station to be met with this glorious sight.

The station had come alive with flowers and greenery!

I love this contrast of the ordinary and mundane with the beautiful and overgrown poking out.

And cacti! I don't know how they got there, but they were extraordinary and covered a whole portion on the hill!

Even lavender, which the bees were getting in on, and why wouldn't they? Such a lovely plant.

Getting down with the growth.

There was just so much of it. :)

Used to have some of these in my garden growing up, such great plants to play with and make all sorts of made-up witch's potions...

There's something about palm trees. So exotic, we don't have them in Canberra (too cold!) and they still strike me with their outlandish structure.

Oh here comes the train!

Last glimpse of the spectacle.

And off I go to the city! Thank-you world for this little, blissful, pick-up.