Wednesday, October 19, 2022

you never can tell with bees

 - Winnie the Pooh, A. A. Milne

#hello again

Saturday, May 28, 2016

aainaa hamen dekh ke hairaan sa kyon hai?

Do you notice something new in me?
why is the mirror so perplexed on seeing me?

--
Seene mein jalan (Gaman) (1978)
Singer-Suresh Wadkar, Lyrics-Shahariar

Monday, May 2, 2016

My new hair conditioner smells like dad's shaving cream

Funny thing, cuz I don't remember what it smelled like; it's been too long.

Yes to the color green, and the field of clouds, and the thousand birds, and the lifting out.

Hello I feel the same, by the Innocence Mission

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

A box of jelly beans appeared on the table!

So that's what I missed when I was away! #back in Melbourne

Friday, March 11, 2016

Monday, July 13, 2015

"Im a really affectionate person

once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness."
--Unknown

Monday, June 1, 2015

“I've tried

to become someone else for a while,
only to discover that he, too, was me.” 

--
Stephen Dunn



Thursday, April 23, 2015

A little jazz bird

is the only kinda bird to be


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

#10: All is still in the Darkness

and I can almost believe that dad and ma are asleep in their bedroom.

#9: Virtual hugs.

To those I miss very much in Melbourne.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

#8: I'll do anything to be happy

--
Noah and the Whale, Blue skies are calling

#7: The spider web in ma's aloe vera plants is undaunted by my jet of water

(I'm back to my favourite haunt of watering the plants)

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Thursday, March 12, 2015

#4: Home is a sadness, not a place.

--
Jason Webley, Absynthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Monday, March 9, 2015

Friday, March 6, 2015

A frightfully good run of tetris.

#deliberately evasive. that's me.

Monday, March 2, 2015

For the greatest tragedy of them all / Is never to feel the burning light.

 -- Oscar Wilde on the story of Icarus.

I may be mad, I may be blind, i may be viciously unkind

 but I can can't still read what you're thinking.

--
Based on Why, Annie Lennox

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Happy Birthday, Daddy

 Miss yoo.

Don't get too close

It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
--
Demons, Imagine Dragons

One day I'll fly away

Fly fly away...
--
Nicole Kidman, Moulin Rouge

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

I like my new bunnysuit*.

boo.

--
So nice so smart, Kimya Dawson

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Welcome back, sunshine!

#announcement at the train station

Sunday, January 18, 2015

It's time to begin, isn't it?

I get a little bit bigger, 
but then I'll admit
I'm the same as I was


--
It's time, by Imagine Dragons

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, Happy birthday

--
Mad World, by Gary Jules

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Thursday, October 30, 2014

To dad


Wherever you go it's too far
You're a shooting star

--
I'd follow if I could, by The Innocence Mission

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

And so am I.

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
--
E E Cummings

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Here's some Russian for you

Ya da di
Ya da da
Ya da di
Ya da, da da
And we sing it really loudly
--
*The Drinking Song, Jason Webley

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

If I waz a cake...

--
Thankee to my jiji for showing me this!

From http://cakesdecor.com/cakes/151239-gorjuss-doll-cake

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Something yummy in my fridge

Something yummy in my fridge that I made.

#Banana bread. With a bit of strawberry mousse that my sister made last week.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Monday, September 8, 2014

If I die, I die!

#overheard wisdom

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Why do the white gulls call?

--
* Annie Lennox, Into the West

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Thursday, August 21, 2014

I am usually not given to such sweeping generalities...

But I may have the best supervisors in the world for my masters thesis.
(I am certainly very fortunate to have them.)

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Tis insanely hard to get off of beanbags

They're quicksand, pulling me back inside them

Boo.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

So I passed by this gentleman in a great black coat whistling his way down a narrow alley

And I wondered if I was in a story. ( He's plotting something, ain't he?)

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Pudding.

Because you can never have enough of saying the word. (Or eating it.)

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Ooh, 100 posts!

Whoops. Including 13 drafts.

#Will have to wait a little longer for the magical 100th.
#Already know the title of the 100th.

How does it feel

To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?*
Like this.

--
*Bob Dylan.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

May Kasahara

If I started the book because I took a shine to its name (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle), I stayed because I took a shine to May Kasahara. 

Monday, August 4, 2014

Knoll.

#Nitzi's word of the day
--
Of the month, actually. I have not really had much occasion to use it, but I think it very pretty.

Happy birthday, to someone very special

And apologies, for not keeping in touch. To her, and everyone else I've left behind.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Lenses #12

There's something very honest, very real about J that I fancy he does not quite belong to this world.

Lenses #11

Under all that boundless enthusiasm and quiet intelligence, T gives me a warm sense of being cared for.

I want to write like Sylvia Plath.

Stark. And unafraid.

Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can

*The Road goes ever on and on

And Time, infinite, seems to be slipping away

And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps all your heart
*Enya. Only Time. 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Sometimes, I want to shrink into myself and disappear

(Except that 'tis more than just sometimes, lately)