Ze great Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree is an ugly monstrosity.

Period.

#MerryChristmas

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

--
Mad World, by Gary Jules

I saw a breathtakingly real statue in the street today, and when I went closer, it turned into a breathtakingly statuey man

with breathtakingly blue eyes.

#Yes, I waz very short of breath, this evening.

To dad

Wherever you go it's too far

You're a shooting star

--

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

Pretend cat flap on the door to the recreation library in uni

It doesn't open. I checked.

And it's funny how I imagined That I could win this, win-less fight

--

Amanda Palmer. In My Mind.

And so am I.

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

--

E E Cummings

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

To all the buggers in my head

F. you.

We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves

--
Octopus' Garden, The Beatles

During the 10km walk from home to university, 9 of the 10 smokers I encountered were outside a hospital.

If I waz a cake...

--
Thankee to my jiji for showing me this!

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

Love is both people becoming who they are.

--
Taken from an answer on quora by Mike Leary.

And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming*

*Bob Dylan, Tambourine man

That's me.

Um, the cat, that is. 

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.

I think I don't like the taste of cellotape

Am I letting go? I think I'm letting go. I must be letting go.

I've got to let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
--
Icarus, Jason Webbly (and Amanda Palmer)

You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just your foolish pride.*

I <3es coda.="" p="" the="">

 
--
*Eric Clapton, Layla

When you think that we've used all our chances, and the chance to make everything right*

*Iron Maiden - Blood brothers

That's the way the cookie crumbles

#random

If I die, I die!

#overheard wisdom

Potatoes are devious little things.

Period.

Why must goodbyes be so insanely hard?

Why do the white gulls call?

--
* Annie Lennox, Into the West

For someone who leaves thoughts unfinished, for someone who has a blog she calls Unfini, she gets remarkably antsy about unfinished conversations

She also likes speaking of herself in third person.

I found a lovely place for my Daffodil Day* pin

#who needs that thumb tack?

--
* https://daffodilday.com.au/

Ooh, 100 posts! Take 2

Yayz!

Live life with my arms reached out. Eye to eye when speaking. Enter rooms with great joy shouts. Happy to be meeting. Bright as yellow. Warm as yellow. *

#cautious hope

--
*The Innocence Mission.

Ze aussies 'ere like to call the afternoon arvo

And I wonder why find it a tongue twister.

A glutton for hugs, that's what I am.

Really big hugs.

I think I like Regulus Black.

His middle name is my favourite star, see? 

A man in a Derby hat and a shiny black shirt with shiny, black-striped red fire. And a shiny briefcase. And getting off Epsom road.

Hmm...

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.)

Tis insanely hard to get off of beanbags

They're quicksand, pulling me back inside them

Boo.

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?)

A platter of delicious, toe-curling little secrets.

All mine.

Pudding.

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

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.

And I'm a million different people from one day to the next

* Bittersweet Symphony, by The Verve

Tis strange that I write in the same voice as I did two years ago;

I feel nothing like the girl I was then.

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. 

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.

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. 

Sometimes, I want to shrink into myself and disappear

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

Insert something, something here

#because I wanted to post.

Colourless green ideas sleep furiously

#I know exactly what Chomsky didn't mean to say.

Adjectives belong to the zeroth dimension.

#people are not adjectives

Lenses #10

P. She's mature. She's childlike. She's a woman. 

Lenses #9. (or #3, take 2)

*snip*

Because I need to have posted this on every one of my blogs

and Because I <3es that teap -- whoops!

I now have the dubious distinction of following my own advice.

If you can't write, I once told a wise one, you write crap.

Uhm, here. It's called The Venerated Ones.

A tabloid-y heading for an insightful post

"Being intelligent is like having a knife. If you train every day in using the knife, you will be invincible. If you think that just having a knife will make you win any battle you fight, then you will fail."

http://www.jamiebegin.com/high-iq-will-kill-startup/

Ginger-garlic paste is good. Chopped onion is good. More onion is better.

#Scrambled eggs
#Yumm

Lenses #8

He has clear grey eyes, A, that crinkle when he smiles. And he has a rather pleasant voice, in which he claims he doesn't bite; I privately think he does.

I'm a little in love with her

Uhm, and Jagruti says she's 'me, basically' #blushes

So Melbourne has a street called Bunbury street

#iz-in-Earnest

Also, #iz-tickled-pink 

pome-let

When I die, m'dear, think of me,
a flower that bloomed along a quiet path.

--
Modified from a verse written in April 2011

Lenses #7

She's quiet and soft-spoken, M, and all that is lovely. A delicate rosebud that everyone wants to protect. Underneath, though, there is something very, very strong. 

Lenses #6

I thought her a cold, perfect beauty, and I never knew what to speak of in those minutes I was left alone with her. But she has her own fears, M. Just like me. Only, I would never dare to speak of mine.

Lenses #5

There's something very calming about L, and it's not just his voice. He's got this humility about him that I admire, that says he's never above learning from anything or anyone.

is well, warm and all

#another-world-than-this

And I'm tempted to make up a lame analogy to the cold weather we're having.

 :-\

Lenses #4

J. He's brilliant, very measured, very no-nonsense, and I wouldn't want to cross him. He's also very fair, very empathetic and knows exactly how to reach out.

Lenses #3

(I think I know T not at all.)

Lenses #2

He says he's hundred and thirteen, P, but he's a very energetic, a little eccentric, very kind, rather introspective hundred and thirteen who doesn't quite know how to stop speaking.

Lenses #1

She's sunny and bright and effervescent and rather down to earth, B. She thinks of me as a younger sister, and I am very fond of her, but my mind's still playing the familiar litany, 'hide. don't let your guard down. hide.'

--
Lenses is a small series of posts. Very short descriptions of how I see people. It was originally titled 'People (in one dimension. two, if you're lucky)', and that is how it is. 

No I can't, but I do not hope anymore.

The sun's in the sky, it makes for happy endings
You can't deny you want a happy ending.*

--

from She's got you high, by Mumm-ra

Nopes, darling, I don't

And if you wanted a love to last forever
Darling I would send my love your way

*The Searchers, sweets for my sweet 

Kan I be little Hnossa?

--
* Heimdall_and_little_Hnossa_by_Willy_Pogany -- Image taken from Wikipedia 

Iz not a donut without the hole

#happie-donut-day

It ends with hope, Les Mis

--

It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light.

Hugs to everyone reading this.

Period.

There's two kinds of people in this world

Those who give me big hugs*, and those who don't.

--
*Hugs to all of yoo

I have a foolproof way of finding out whether I am sick

If the darkness scares me, I'm sick.

--
Yes, it works. Pinky swear.

Noun: Chill. Adjective: Chilly. Adverb: Chillily?

Thanks Long, for making me laugh this chilly morning.

MNMs feel like plastic in your mouth*

#Passing creative judgements  #again

---
* um, if ye eat too many, that is.

And suddenly, I discovered the art of shedding silent, unobstrusive tears

You really don't want to swallow handwash.

Trust me; it isn't much different from ear wax.

Because Shravi called me Nitzi bear today.

I want a story.

A story of a story. That I kan eat.

Irreverent, I spill intimate details to non-random acquaintances

And then suddenly, wildly oscillating between strangers and confidant, they mean too much.

And a life was ripped off the fabric of the earth

And something precious was lost

Happy birthday, daddy

Love you :)

Why did the beatles cross the road?

#Mondays. hmph.

--
Uhm, if the pic loads not, just throw beatles mondays abbey road (or some variant of it) into google image search

Leftover Chocolate Ganache kan be oddly stuffing.

P'tikularly so, b'fore a New Years Eve Barbecue. #Note to self.