Today Tegan and I bought tickets to Glasgow!!!!!
We will be OS for 1 month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Woo Hoo
She doesn't know what she's getting herself into :-)
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Fate Playing
Because the message somehow met a goblin
Because precedents tripped your expectations
Because your London was still a kaleidoscope
Of names and places any jolt could scramble,
You waited mistaken. The bus from the North
Came in and emptied and I was not on it.
No matter how much you insisted,
And begged the driver, probably with tears,
To produce me or to remember seeing me
Just miss getting on. I wasn't on it.
Eight in the evening and I was lost and at large
Somewhere in England. You restrained
Your confident inspiration
And did not dash out into the traffic
Milling around Victoria, utterly certain
Of bumping into me where I would have to be walking.
I was not walking anywhere. I was sitting
Unperturbed, in my seat on the train
Rocking towards King's Cross. Somebody,
Calmer than you, had a suggestion. So,
When I got off the train, expecting to find you
Somewhere down at the root of the platform,
I saw that surge and agitation, a figure
Breasting the flow of released passengers,
Then your molten face, your molten eyes,
And your exclamations, your flinging arms,
Your scattering tears
As if I had come back from the dead
Against every possibility, against
Every negative but your own prayer
To your own God. There I knew what it was
To be a miracle. And behind you
Your jolly taxi-driver, laughing, like a small god,
To see an American girl being so American,
And to see your frenzied chariot ride-
Sobbing and goading him, and pleading him
To make happen what you needed to happen-
Succeed so completely, thanks to him.
Well, it was a wonder
That my train wasn't earlier, even much earlier,
That it pulled up, late, the very moment
You irrupted onto the platform. It was
Natural and miraculous and an omen
Confirming everything
You wanted confirmed. So your huge despair,
Your cross London panic dash
And now your triumph, splashed over me
Like love forty-nine times magnified,
Like the first thunder cloudburst engulfing
The drought in August
When the whole cracked earth seems to quake
And every leaf trembles
And everything holds up its arms weeping.
Ted Hughes.
Because precedents tripped your expectations
Because your London was still a kaleidoscope
Of names and places any jolt could scramble,
You waited mistaken. The bus from the North
Came in and emptied and I was not on it.
No matter how much you insisted,
And begged the driver, probably with tears,
To produce me or to remember seeing me
Just miss getting on. I wasn't on it.
Eight in the evening and I was lost and at large
Somewhere in England. You restrained
Your confident inspiration
And did not dash out into the traffic
Milling around Victoria, utterly certain
Of bumping into me where I would have to be walking.
I was not walking anywhere. I was sitting
Unperturbed, in my seat on the train
Rocking towards King's Cross. Somebody,
Calmer than you, had a suggestion. So,
When I got off the train, expecting to find you
Somewhere down at the root of the platform,
I saw that surge and agitation, a figure
Breasting the flow of released passengers,
Then your molten face, your molten eyes,
And your exclamations, your flinging arms,
Your scattering tears
As if I had come back from the dead
Against every possibility, against
Every negative but your own prayer
To your own God. There I knew what it was
To be a miracle. And behind you
Your jolly taxi-driver, laughing, like a small god,
To see an American girl being so American,
And to see your frenzied chariot ride-
Sobbing and goading him, and pleading him
To make happen what you needed to happen-
Succeed so completely, thanks to him.
Well, it was a wonder
That my train wasn't earlier, even much earlier,
That it pulled up, late, the very moment
You irrupted onto the platform. It was
Natural and miraculous and an omen
Confirming everything
You wanted confirmed. So your huge despair,
Your cross London panic dash
And now your triumph, splashed over me
Like love forty-nine times magnified,
Like the first thunder cloudburst engulfing
The drought in August
When the whole cracked earth seems to quake
And every leaf trembles
And everything holds up its arms weeping.
Ted Hughes.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Oh What A Beautiful Morning...
Oh What A Beautiful Day!
I had a lovely locomotive journey today.
As I moved to board said locomotive I noticed that all signs indicated that all its seats were occupied. There were no actual signs with neon lights, but the mere fact that several people were standing in the aisles, was enough sign for me.
Unaccustomed as I am to standing for an entire train journey I took no heed of these signs and looked for a seat. The signs were lying - there were in fact unoccupied seats.
However they appeared to be unoccupied for a reason, for you see the seats flanked a rather large man adorning leather pants and jacket and a rather tall and spiky mow hawk (a derivative I believe of the hairstyle made popular by the Mohican's, the last of which was Daniel Day-Lewis).
Unperturbed by such a brute I gracefully strode towards him and took the seat on his left away from his left buttocks. He made no retort and I quickly removed my book from my bag.
The book in question was the main reason for the insertion of 'lovely' in the second line of this here document I currently transcribe.
It was entitled "Smithereens" and it is said by some that it was written by Shaun Micallef - star of the delightful Micallef Pogram and other such delights. These people are correct.
It was whilst reading the chapter "Seized by the muse" that the first bursts of laughter surfaced. After this there was no stopping it and like a bad case of diarrhea it continued to flow from me.
All journey I laughed and guffawed whilst reading said book, much to the amusement of my fellow passengers (although I am unsure if my large leather clad companion was similarly amused).
I exited the locomotive with a pleased grin on my face and preceded to walk up the ramp to exit the station - only to have it taken away - the grin, not the ramp. As some may know I am quite proud of my speed in walking, and some uncouth man had taken it upon himself to take advantage of my blissful state and o'took me! How dare he.
For some few steps I was dazed - unaware of how this had occurred and in this time his lead had grown considerably. Hardened by the cold morning air I took upon myself to walk like I had never walked before (while actually quite similar to how I have always walked but a little bit faster) and catch this man.
After a long struggle I eventually found myself on his heels and allowed myself a knowing smile. His path altered from mine and I continued at a now more comfortable pace along mine.
For the last stretch of my journey I began to compose this story in my mind and as soon as I found my way to my desk I put flesh to plastic to capture this tale.
And here it is now before me and you. If it is not before you but someone is reading it aloud to you at some ritzy dinner party by the sea then I apologise for my inaccuracy.
Alas that is the end of my tale, I hope it has been as memorable a journey for you as it was for me.
Fair well.
I had a lovely locomotive journey today.
As I moved to board said locomotive I noticed that all signs indicated that all its seats were occupied. There were no actual signs with neon lights, but the mere fact that several people were standing in the aisles, was enough sign for me.
Unaccustomed as I am to standing for an entire train journey I took no heed of these signs and looked for a seat. The signs were lying - there were in fact unoccupied seats.
However they appeared to be unoccupied for a reason, for you see the seats flanked a rather large man adorning leather pants and jacket and a rather tall and spiky mow hawk (a derivative I believe of the hairstyle made popular by the Mohican's, the last of which was Daniel Day-Lewis).
Unperturbed by such a brute I gracefully strode towards him and took the seat on his left away from his left buttocks. He made no retort and I quickly removed my book from my bag.
The book in question was the main reason for the insertion of 'lovely' in the second line of this here document I currently transcribe.
It was entitled "Smithereens" and it is said by some that it was written by Shaun Micallef - star of the delightful Micallef Pogram and other such delights. These people are correct.
It was whilst reading the chapter "Seized by the muse" that the first bursts of laughter surfaced. After this there was no stopping it and like a bad case of diarrhea it continued to flow from me.
All journey I laughed and guffawed whilst reading said book, much to the amusement of my fellow passengers (although I am unsure if my large leather clad companion was similarly amused).
I exited the locomotive with a pleased grin on my face and preceded to walk up the ramp to exit the station - only to have it taken away - the grin, not the ramp. As some may know I am quite proud of my speed in walking, and some uncouth man had taken it upon himself to take advantage of my blissful state and o'took me! How dare he.
For some few steps I was dazed - unaware of how this had occurred and in this time his lead had grown considerably. Hardened by the cold morning air I took upon myself to walk like I had never walked before (while actually quite similar to how I have always walked but a little bit faster) and catch this man.
After a long struggle I eventually found myself on his heels and allowed myself a knowing smile. His path altered from mine and I continued at a now more comfortable pace along mine.
For the last stretch of my journey I began to compose this story in my mind and as soon as I found my way to my desk I put flesh to plastic to capture this tale.
And here it is now before me and you. If it is not before you but someone is reading it aloud to you at some ritzy dinner party by the sea then I apologise for my inaccuracy.
Alas that is the end of my tale, I hope it has been as memorable a journey for you as it was for me.
Fair well.
Monday, May 01, 2006
New House and New Hair!
There have been a few changes lately!!!
I got a new haircut for the National Australian Ultimate Championships:
I got a new haircut for the National Australian Ultimate Championships:
I have now also moved out of my apartment and have moved in with a few mates:
Ah. Home Sweet Home.
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