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moving house
moved. this is too unreliable. and i hate random ads.
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LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
I passed a little child at play;
And as I passed, in childish glee
She called to me, “Come and play with me!”
But my eyes were fixed on a far-off height
I was fain to climb before the night;
So, half-impatient, I answered, “Nay!
I am too old, too old to play.”
Long, long after, in Autumn time—
My limbs were grown too old to climb—
I passed a child on a pleasant lea,
And I called to her, “Come and play with me!”
But her eyes were fixed on a fairy-book;
And scarce she lifted a wondering look,
As with childish scorn she answered, “Nay!
I am too old, too old to play!”
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suits me
It's amazing how much running around we seem to end up doing for the people in the expensive suits here. i mean, they're paid craploads of moolah to....be advised on everything, all the time. that's fine...it's what i do. but you'd think these armani suited and extremely smart high flyers would take some of it in. i'm continually amazed that they don't...and that they get all surprised and panicked by the same kinda of media thing over and over again...and come flapping for help help help! oh well, i guess that's what i'm here for. now that we're in an office of our own we thinking we'll keep a tally of 'they're at it agains' :P speaking of this new office....it's above what passes for a great hall here (kinda a nice view!). so i hear rehearsals every evening when i'm here....at the moment it the gospel choir (sounds like fun, maybe i should join again) and often it's someone playing the piano. this afternoon someone couldn't get past the first four bars of something, which kept making us giggle....cause every time they stuffed it up they'd either bash the keys a bit or start playing something else that they *could* play reallyreally fast....hehe  maenalei arrives from the big smoke tonight for a week or so. which will be friendly in that kinda forced, smiley, don't go too deep yet criticise everything way that she has. should be interesting.
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rainy day sun
you who have the grace to live:
count your wealth by what you give 
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moving blues whinge
*grouch* I have to move offices today. Am going to be bloody Rapunzel as my new office is waaaay up high. Impossible to explain to people where I am, too. Ugh ugh ugh ugh.
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Inside that big cage again
(someone sent me this...back at work and gritting my teeth against "but that's the way it’s always been done"...grr) Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the other monkeys with cold water. After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it. Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted. Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in beating the newest monkey. After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done around here. And that, my friends, is how a company policy begins.
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noise
Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss, a singing smile,
coffe smell and lilac skin, your flame in me.
I'm only here for this moment.
I know everybody here wants you.
I know everybody here thinks he needs you.
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away.
Such a thing of wonder in this crowd,
I'm a stranger in this town, you're free with me.
And our eyes locked in downcast love, I sit here proud,
Even now you're undressed in your dreams with me.
I'm only here for this moment.
I know everybody here wants you.
I know everybody here thinks he needs you.
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away.
I know the tears we cried have dried on yesterday
The sea of fools has parted for us
there's nothing in our way, my love
Don't you see, don't you see?
You're just the torch to put the flame
to all our guilt and shame,
And I'll rise like an ember in your name.
I know, I know,
I know everybody here wants you.
I know everybody here thinks he needs you.
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
Let me show that love can rise, rise just like embers.
Love can taste like the wine of the ages, babe.
And I know they all look so good from a distance,
But I tell you I'm the one.
I know everybody here thinks he needs you,
thinks he needs you
And I'll be waiting right here just to show you.
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hash/rehash
well this sucks. it was bad enough that i thought i had to relink al of my images. but half of them have just vanished *poof*. grrr.
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utopia
we'd gather around all in a room
fasten our belts engage in dialogue
we'd all slow down rest without guilt
not lie without fear disagree sans judgement we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and open and reach out and speak up This is utopia this is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia this is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate
we'd open our arms we'd all jump in
we'd all coast down into safety nets we would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference be gentle and make room for every emotion we'd provide forums we'd all speak out we'd all be heard we'd all feel seen
we'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled and be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd release and disarm and stand up and feel safe
this is utopia this is my utopia
this is my ideal my end in sight
utopia this is my utopia
this is my nirvana
my ultimate
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candy
i went and saw candy yesterday....amazing, amazing movie.....about love and addiction and the unholy, self-destructing spiral two beautiful souls get themselves into.....
about directing it, it neil armfield said:
we are a culture obsessed with escape, with doing whatever we can and using whatever we can to make the future go away, or to deny the future and to forget the past
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piet hein
love while you've got
love to give.
live while you've got
life to live.
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Reality check.
I visted the cool studio of a 3D artist this morning. He'd gone away and round the world and then come back here cause he'd realised he could do what he wanted to just as easily from this little place. We looked through his latest short film, looking for stills I could use - a sweeping panoramic shot of a tree-covered hillside apparently had 1.6 billion polygons!??....ye gods. No wonder it looked so real. (When I asked how the trees were made he said “Oh, they’re all real!” – as in, he’d hand created them all…..oooer. Funny concept of "real" when you’re staring at the tiny details of a fictional character all day…).
Going away for a week with the girls, finally, woohoo!. Ooh, perhaps we could put our pictures here?? Although we’ll probably be too paranoid. Hmm.
Later....someone replied to something I asked with "My hovercraft is full of eels".
A Hungarian tourist approaches the clerk. The tourist is reading haltingly from a phrase book. ffice ffice" />
Hungarian: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Clerk: Sorry?
Hungarian: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Clerk: Uh, no, no, no. This is a tobacconist's.
Hungarian: Ah! I will not buy this *tobacconist's*, it is scratched.
Clerk: No, no, no, no. Tobacco...um...cigarettes (holds up a pack).
Hungarian: Ya! See-gar-ets! Ya! Uh...My hovercraft is full of eels.
Clerk: Sorry?
Hungarian: My hovercraft (pantomimes puffing a cigarette)...is full of eels
(pretends to strike a match).
Clerk: Ahh, matches!
Hungarian: Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Do you waaaaant...do you waaaaaant...to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
Clerk: Here, I don't think you're using that thing right.
Hungarian: You great poof.
Clerk: That'll be six and six, please.
Hungarian: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? I...I am no longer infected.
Clerk: Uh, may I, uh...(takes phrase book, flips through it)...Costs six and six...ah, here we are. (speaks weird Hungarian-sounding words)
Hungarian punches the clerk.
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hard
both my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I'd passed and left them alone
and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back I'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say
squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said
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which way?
sometimes it's hard to see the signs….or tell what they mean.fficeffice" />
and i don't have the energy to pour into figuring them out right now.
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