hey folks
have been feeling decidely run down past few days. my system seems to be holding its hands up and saying "slow down and start looking after yourself!"
so, with that in mind i finally came to a decision that had been looming for a while. i am taking a step back, or down, or out, from active service in ikon for the time being.
i will still be part of the crowd but am giving myself permission to not be involved in any decision making for a while. there is a lot of uncertainty and change ahead in the coming months and ikon is undergoing a fair bit of transformation too, but more change is not what i need to have on my plate right now. so by letting go i'm letting in my own mind the crowd shift and evolve as it wants without me having any responsibilty to shape what that might look like. i love the crowd enough that it can be what it wants to be without me feeling like i have to influence it. and right now i don't know what i would want to suggest.
so with that self-imposed weight off my shoulders i am now engaging in the sale of Rivendell. i have vague ideas of what i want to move to, but i also need to get my work situation sorted. any one of these would be a big deal. all three is a lot to contend with. so i am trying to deal with each one in as calm a manner as possible and avoid overwhelmedness if i can. getting a home and job i feel good about and that make economic sense will be easier said than done. but i am not without support as i always need to remind myself. and in past couple of days i have received some amazing reminders from several dear friends in phone calls, texts, emails, conversations and practical offers of help.
big news i totally forgot to communicate, my brother arrives on 4th March. i still can't quite believe it. he'll only be in town for a few days but it'll be amazing to get an injection of his spirit into my life.
::where is rowan morrison?::
saturday's guardian is apparantly going to be accompanied by a free copy of "the wicker man". no self respecting film lover should be witohut this one.
i haven't had the guts to watch my own copy by myself yet, despite having seen it several times before. it's an amazing(ly) freaky film and as a religious story, very powerful. i have often thought if you wanted to scare someone to believe in the salvific Christ then this might just be the way to do it. it is impossible to accurately describe why this is such a creepy movie. it's not got any monsters, no blood and gore, no ghosts, no axe wielding murderers and nearly all the action happens in daylight. there's lots of singing and dancing and smiling faces.
if anyone is up for a viewing sometime then please let me know. be prepared to discover your hysterical giggle. this is an extremely clever and well made film and deserving of its cult status. i understand an american remake is in post production with nicholas cage in the role of the "sheriff" and ellen burstyn as "lady summerisle". do not see the remake before seeing the original. once seen, never forgotten. a masterpiece in british film and an extremely intelligent exploration of religious belief. i promise if you ever want to watch it that it will swiftly followed by the extras which include lots of interviews so you can be reminded that this was just a story and the actors were only playing dress up...
::A-choc-a-lypse Now::
my caffeine creation launches today as the common grounds coffee of the week. i have just been informed that the board is decorated with helicopter and palm trees. cooooool. colour me a little chuffed.
right. off to buy wool.
have a good weekend.
LB, x
Friday, February 24, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
on this day
in 1848 marx and engels published the communist manifesto. 158 years later Loserbaby gets around to blogging again... i'm struggling with ambiguities and uncertainties of various shades at the moment, but let's pretend i'm in control and evade dealing with realness until another day...
first up, rainbow dreams, in repsonse to your comment, it's B-U-E-C-H-N-E-R. my error no doubt in switiching the U n E... i do it frequently...being true to its germanic roots it is pronounced BEEK-ner, i instinctively want to put the E first... go enjoy... i'm trying to only read one new thing of his a year so he'll last me a long time yet... the temptation to order his entire body of work with a single one click order at amazon is a challenge...
second, i know knitting. i have made 3 scarves in the past week. more have been commissioned. thanks to jayne helping me get started...
Several months back i created a custom caffeine hit. i've searched and searched and it appears to be unique. it's not a mochoccino, nor is it a mocha... so in the past few days i've named it. today, my friend stephen, who's the barrista at common grounds cafe who made the first ever one of these for me greeted me as "Kurtz!"...a legend has been birthed...
A naked hot chocolate shot through its creamy core with espresso to create a heart of darkness...i give you ::Achocalypse Now::
And so it seems quite fitting, that i should return to the office and play this.
..sums up my little fucked up world quite aptly...on this day anyway... first line is a link to video of the track...
::
cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me
if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a little bit fatter
a little bit harmful for me
and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder
a little bit deadly
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
with scrappy boys faces
have general run of the town
playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
maintaining mystique while facing forward
i suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
still there's not a show on my back
holes or a friendly intervention
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see ya
so please be kind if i'm a mess
cigarettes and chocolate milk
::
rufus wainwright ::cigarettes and chocolate milk::
LB, x
first up, rainbow dreams, in repsonse to your comment, it's B-U-E-C-H-N-E-R. my error no doubt in switiching the U n E... i do it frequently...being true to its germanic roots it is pronounced BEEK-ner, i instinctively want to put the E first... go enjoy... i'm trying to only read one new thing of his a year so he'll last me a long time yet... the temptation to order his entire body of work with a single one click order at amazon is a challenge...
second, i know knitting. i have made 3 scarves in the past week. more have been commissioned. thanks to jayne helping me get started...
Several months back i created a custom caffeine hit. i've searched and searched and it appears to be unique. it's not a mochoccino, nor is it a mocha... so in the past few days i've named it. today, my friend stephen, who's the barrista at common grounds cafe who made the first ever one of these for me greeted me as "Kurtz!"...a legend has been birthed...
A naked hot chocolate shot through its creamy core with espresso to create a heart of darkness...i give you ::Achocalypse Now::
And so it seems quite fitting, that i should return to the office and play this.
..sums up my little fucked up world quite aptly...on this day anyway... first line is a link to video of the track...
::
cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me
if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a little bit fatter
a little bit harmful for me
and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder
a little bit deadly
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
with scrappy boys faces
have general run of the town
playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
maintaining mystique while facing forward
i suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
still there's not a show on my back
holes or a friendly intervention
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see ya
so please be kind if i'm a mess
cigarettes and chocolate milk
::
rufus wainwright ::cigarettes and chocolate milk::
LB, x
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
the good life
after the drought, a deluge of posts...so here's numero quatro:
::a year of living generously::
i publicised this endeavour by writing an online article for zero28 a year ago. at the time it was in pilot phase with a limited group of folks. now the doors are open to anyone who'd like to sign up.
so, embracing my inner barbara goode, i just have.
i know some of you are taking an increased interest in adapting your living habits to suit your environmental and social ethics better...this project should be of real interest and help to you... go here for more info and apply to join...
LB, x
::a year of living generously::
i publicised this endeavour by writing an online article for zero28 a year ago. at the time it was in pilot phase with a limited group of folks. now the doors are open to anyone who'd like to sign up.
so, embracing my inner barbara goode, i just have.
i know some of you are taking an increased interest in adapting your living habits to suit your environmental and social ethics better...this project should be of real interest and help to you... go here for more info and apply to join...
LB, x
more truths from the journey
the book of exile continues...
by moyra blainey
::
a reading from the book of exile
chapter fifteen
a distant land beckons
no needle in the compass
silently we climb to risk it all
to fall
a reading from the book of exile
chapter sixteen
our cell of solitude …. deep within
suffocation instead of sanctuary
the silence screams
a reading from the book of exile
chapter eighteen
we want to skip this chapter
but tears bookmark the page
freeze the scene
scream
turn the ragged pages
to find our place again
the story continues…
a reading from the book of exile
chapter seventeen
the landscapes changes
pink words are spoken by gentle voices
cleansing
centering
one holds the needle
one pulls the thread
one works the stitches
to patch the garment
….no longer dead
a reading from the book of exile
chapter eighteen
the leaves are still
wings of angels rustle
and the
darkness is filled
with birdsong
a reading from the book of exile
chapter nineteen
hope is born again
::
by moyra blainey
::
a reading from the book of exile
chapter fifteen
a distant land beckons
no needle in the compass
silently we climb to risk it all
to fall
a reading from the book of exile
chapter sixteen
our cell of solitude …. deep within
suffocation instead of sanctuary
the silence screams
a reading from the book of exile
chapter eighteen
we want to skip this chapter
but tears bookmark the page
freeze the scene
scream
turn the ragged pages
to find our place again
the story continues…
a reading from the book of exile
chapter seventeen
the landscapes changes
pink words are spoken by gentle voices
cleansing
centering
one holds the needle
one pulls the thread
one works the stitches
to patch the garment
….no longer dead
a reading from the book of exile
chapter eighteen
the leaves are still
wings of angels rustle
and the
darkness is filled
with birdsong
a reading from the book of exile
chapter nineteen
hope is born again
::
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