Cool as a tropical rainforest
You smooth my skin
And thoughts
Like a blanket
of soft smelling rain
That
Soaks into me,
Past my soul
Up to the back of my mind
Where
You appear
And I remember…
You.
Green 26 February, 2008
“There is no substitute for quality” 22 February, 2008
What does that mean?? If it’s not quality, it’s crap. And I can’t think of another word for quality (in Auslan it’s just “Q”). So yes, the maker of the crackers I’m eating (I’m not going to give them free advertising by naming them) after a beer at lunch time are right, there is no substitute for quality.
Plastic lives 20 February, 2008
It’s great that people are talking about how by the end of the year, free plastic bags will be no more in Australia.
I wonder if there are people thinking how are they going to handle their household rubbish now that plastic shopping bags will no longer be available. (I never understood the logic behind buying plastic bin liners, as free plastic bags have always been available.)
I know that my Dad doesn’t use eco-friendly bags (you know the (usually green) ones you can buy) because he likes getting the free plastic bags to use for the bins. So I asked him what he’ll do once we have to start paying for them. Being the conscientious spender that he is, I was surprised to hear that he’ll just pay for plastic bags. I’m sure there will be plenty of people with similar thinking, so I wonder how much of the plastic bag problem will be addressed by just implementing a charge for them.
Anyway lately I’ve been trying to think of what I can use for bin liners instead of the plastic shopping bags. Once I started looking for alternatives, I discovered so many options! Bread bags, dirty vegie bags (you know the ones you get off the role for your fruit and vegies), plastic wrapping from a pack of toilet rolls, plastic wrapping from new applicances or anything that comes in a box… so many opportunities for bin liners! This is probably made easy by just having a baby size bin on the bench rather than a big standing one. Since I’ve been collecting different types of bin liners, my pile of them has been increasing instead of decreasing. Can you think of any other creative bin liner options?
Can work be fun? 17 February, 2008
Here are the pieces of excitement during my work day:
- Daily Dilbert that work provides on one of is webpages.
- Seeing if I have any personal emails.
- The adrenalin rush of feeling naughty as I login into Facebook.
- Seeing if I understand the geeky cartoons at http://www.xkcd.com/
- Hoping for a laugh from http://icanhascheezburger.com/
- Checking friends’ blogs for updates.
- Thinking of things to add to the “Misc” to do list on my whiteboard at work, like “have fun”.
If I started using RSS would it take away all these methods of procrastination? Or can RSS be a procrastination tool in itself?
Fragile 17 February, 2008
I saw this window tonight
It was the window to my soul.
Broken glass, no pane,
Reflecting my pain
of a transparent heart
Where
Looking in, it’s empty,
that’s you.
Then looking out
it’s another you
The other you
And the world you
Whisk me away to,
Grabbing my hand with tender strength
To a life full of adventure
and dreams that come true.
If only our hearts would beat in time
With the melody of our dreams.
The future is now 10 February, 2008
Digital photos
And electronic lives
Distant memories lost on your hard drive
Keep off my apples! 3 February, 2008
Growing up the only fruit I liked was apples, so I’ve dealt with plenty of apples, and plenty of apples with stickers in my time. I’ve peeled them off, hardly giving them a thought.
But this one attracted my attention – it was about 3 times the size of a normal fruit sticker! Then to my surprise I realised it was an advertisement. Shock, horror!! (And as Adrian Mole would say, “Yuk! Yuk! Yuk!”) Advertising generally is pretty disgusting, but putting it on my fresh food is an insult.
I’ll stick to my non-waxed and non-stickered apples from the West End markets.
Washing blues 1 February, 2008
Don’t you hate it when you haven’t done washing for so long that the only underwear you’re left with is g-strings…
