Poetry

Love the earth and sun and animals,

Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,

Stand up for the stupid and crazy,

Devote your income and labor to others...

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman

Fetish

I am beginning to understand.

Today I bought three pairs of new shoes. Most unlike me, true enough, but nonetheless no less than three.

Red ankle length all stars, because one must always own red runners. This is a truth of life maintained since G returned from Japan bearing my first pair as a gift in 1988.

Red funky Merrells, because one must sometimes concede to one's girlfriend on the topic of "You can't wear those red all stars everywhere you know."

And funky little black slip ons - just because, OK?

Shopping in sin city is hot hot hot.

I Guess We Are Not In Kansas Anymore Toto

Oh my Lordie that was fun.

I am home from Sin City. Everything seems to lack excitement, glitter, gel, gals, fireworks, flags fun and, oh yeah, the people around here are definitely wearing more clothing.

The view from the penthouse was 180 degrees of Sydney skyline from the 71st floor.

The company was excellent, the team was on fire, the weather was good, the Curly was grand.

All in all, a most excellent adventure.

Waking Up Tired

I haven't had a holiday since last May.

While there is plenty of good stuff going on in my life emotional exhaustion is taking its toll.

Conflict is endemic in my life, it is what I do for a living. And I am a bit of an adrenalin junkie. I like nothing better than a good fight for a good and just cause. In those circumstances I can slug it out with the best of them. But I have no tolerance for sensless fights that serve no greater good nor can they be resolved. That is just pointless destruction.

A peaceful, fun, relaxing holiday is on my agenda next weekend.

Happy Birthday Control Freak Baby

My little venture has been afloat for a year now. The actual anniversary was passed locked in combat with a mortal enemy, (as per my previous post.) I haven't lost one yet but the fight was a doozy.

Kind of fitting really that the anniversary passed me by. I was so busy slugging it out I didn't notice.

I can't say the first year has been easy - far from it. But I can say that things are humming along now, having survived the worst of the set up and admin chaos accounting phase, and I haven't starved to death yet. Slowly but surely all systems are falling into place, and my assistant has a place for everything and everthing in its place. She says I am her work in progress. (She is a neat freak and now rules the office - OKAY??)

What I love most about it is being my own boss, doing the work I love, and running a flexible office. My staff love it too.

All in all, we are a happy bunch of vegemites now we have created our own show and are running it just the way we like it.

Unholy Trinity - the Christian Brother, the lawyer and the fool

When the Christian Brothers taught "Turn the other cheek" they meant offer the cheek of your behind to the next brother.

And they are still doing the same thing - all in the process of pastoral caring - bending people over desks and rodgering them senseless.

90 Good Years

"90 Good Years" was several blissful hours of party celebrating a combined 50th and 40th and basking the the radiant love that these two souls have for each other.

I wonder at these two tiny atoms that have bumped into each other in a whole universe of random chaos and have fused their neutrons and protons. They are in their own eliptical orbit around the other - the centre of each others' worlds.

They are both such eccentric characters. One could talk the leg off a chair and the other speaks volumes with silence.

Wonderful friends spanning 20 years filling the room with chatter and catch up and change of the world.

Long Live the Revolution.