Spring has sprung

Yesterday I went for a walk around my garden and took some photos of the lovely blossoms that are out.

Nearly cherry time!

And of course my dog, Elias, playing in the cherry orchard.

Tuesday, lets get out of here

Today is teleporting day.
I don't think I want to do anything very exciting today, I think I will just teleport to a mountain hut somewhere with a fire and a good book and spend the entire day there, that would be nice!

Perspective

Steve Jobs died during the week, as everyone knows.  For a whole day and a half there were status updates on so many people's facebook accounts, mostly speaking messages of mourning, some however, not quite so upset.  There was one in particular that caused a great deal of chatter on facebook, it got quite heated for a while there.
All these status updates really got me thinking. 
What is it about such things that get people so riled up?
Now I'm not suggesting that it isn't sad that Steve Jobs died, for his family, or his friends. 
But why would this effect people who've never met him, who don't actually know the first thing about him?  As I wrote on facebook the other day, the only thing I know about Steve Jobs is that he helped make computers that I like to use, I've never met him and so his death is not going to have an impact on my life. 
Now, if there is anyone reading this blog, please don't assume that I am writing this because I am trying to be insensitive, I am not. 
As I said above, of course it is sad for the people that knew him personally.  He was responsible for some great innovations in the computer industry.  I use a Macbook, I like apple products!!
All I am asking for here is a little bit of perspective. 
People die everyday. 
People who are no doubt very intelligent, who no doubt give a great deal to their communities and their families, people who are no doubt as worthy of notice and acknowledgement as any other famous person who dies. 
No doubt many hundreds of Mac employees have died totally unnoticed by the world at large. 
Like for example:
What about the workers from the Foxconn factory in China, where Iproducts are made?  Suffering from such severe stress and overwork that some of them have taken their own lives?*  I don't remember this receiving such airplay and I certainly don't remember half my newsfeed being taken up with notes of mourning. 
So, perspective?



*http://micgadget.com/3793/the-real-truth-behind-foxconns-suicide-cluster/

What would you do if you could teleport?

I have decided that this will be a regular Tuesday entry, well as long as I remember.

So where would you go today if you could teleport?

Today I think I would go and get a good Italian latte then go and watch the sunrise over the Golden Gate Bridge.
Then I would go for to New York and walk around Central Park and have lunch in the park.
From there I think actually I would stay in New York and go to MoMA.
Then Ho Chi Minh City for dinner in one of the amazing vegetarian restaurants they have there. 

Thought I would join the list craze

This is a list of things I am looking forward to, not very original I know, but one has to start somewhere. 
What are you looking forward to?

1. Handing everything in!  But I am also scared of it, so much to do, so little time, better off blogging!!!
2. Finishing my current book.  I am reading Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley, I've not had much time to read it lately, looking forward to reading time when uni finishes.
3. The Joel and Sophie swing dancing workshop next weekend.  Despite what I've said above I still seem to make time to swing dance.  Next weekend is a workshop with international swing dancing instructors Joel and Sophie, supposedly this is amazing, very excited!
4. Getting up to Launceston to visit friends, hang out and just generally relax. 
5. My little sisters wedding.  I am a bridesmaid which means an excuse to get dressed up, drink a lot, hang out with family and friends, and swing dance.  What more could a girl want?!
6. My oldest friend coming down to be the photographer for sisters wedding and then us going on a road trip after the wedding.  Excited to see him and hang out and see some more of this lovely state.
7. Christmas, always a fun family time and this year we should have more of the extended family visiting so yay!!
8. Going to Sydney for 3 and 1/2 weeks in January, seeing all my friends and doing fun Sydney summer things.  Hello Coogee Beach and Watson's Bay hotel!!
9. New Years, is always fun, not matter what.  Will see what this one holds for me!
10. Summer in Tassie.  Should be lovely, not too hot, just right.  Thinking lots of long evening picnics are the go!  Woohoo

the amazingness of children

Right so once again, I have not posted for several weeks and again it is due to being caught up with various other things in life like uni and prac and swing dancing adventures and stuff like that.  It occurs to me of course that if I don't up date on a far more regular basis then I will be forced to say things like this all the time when I do get around to updating.  None the less I am apparently not very disciplined with this blog.  A while ago I do recall saying that I would update more regularly, I will really, I will. It is partly down to feeling that I don't have anything of particular note to say.  Not really sure why that would stop me since it doesn't stop me from talking bollocks to people face to face!
So since I went back to uni things have been kind of crazy busy what with prac and assignments to do.  But it has been super fun.  I love my course, it is hard and hurts my brain but only in a really good "yay my brain is no longer atrophying from disuse" kind of way.  Prac was fabulous, I was with a grade 6 at a local primary school.  Now the thing is that this school was in an upper middle class, fairly urban area of Hobart so the school was a pretty well off school in terms of well money, but also community support and parental involvement so I was already at a distinct advantage.  Add to that the fact that my colleague teacher was awesome: enthusiastic, supportive, encouraging both to me a s a student teacher and to the kids.  And the kids, fabulous, smart, sweet, interesting and interested.  So really I managed to have the best prac karma in the world.  I am a little worried about future prac karma, especially after some of the horror stories that I have heard!
Don't get me wrong, the kids weren't angels, there were still your normal behavioural things do deal with, kids calling out, arguing, being generally noisy, off task talking, teasing, but really, if those are the things you have to deal with, you've pretty much got nothing to worry about, I figure!
And what these kids could do, it was incredible.  The school had decided to have a science fair focused around renewable energy which the two grade 6 classes were to run.  Now this in and of itself is no big deal really, but what was amazing is that the teachers only found out a week before this was supposed to happen and the kids only had three days to get everything ready, to learn enough about different renewable energy sources to be able to speak about them confidently, to figure out how to do experiments and to create posters before they were supposed to actually run this science fair for all the other kids in the school.  And they did it!  In three days they organised and ran a really successful, fun and interesting science fair.  I was so impressed with them!
I was pretty sad to leave them at the end of the three weeks, but I have arranged to come back this term and volunteer at the school every fortnight so I will see them again, yay!  I was very concerned about the time between pracs, I thought that I would loose all the hard work that I put into it and the confidence that I gained in the almost 8 months between pracs so I thought that I had better do some volunteer work.
And that is my awesome prac story!  Perhaps I will update in the next few days with another awesome story.  :)

Mona and other adventures

Once again I have been off away from the land of blogs, not actually away from the internet you understand, no, no, just away from posting on this blog.  Why? Well because I have had visitors from interstate who I have been entertaining and doing fun things with.  Like for example going on a long drive with my family and best friend to Bruny Island for a day.  A beautiful day that involved catching a car ferry across the Channel, just off the Derwent River in Hobart to Bruny Island, or more correctly both North and South Bruny Island since they are technically two islands linked by a spit of land with the highly original name of the spit!  It was a beautiful day complete with seeing the tracks of many, many penguins, although unfortunately the penguins themselves were off swimming the ocean and were not around to say hello.  Other adventures included other family drives, trips to Mount Wellington to play in the snow and of course swing dancing.  I dragged one of my visitors along for the fun of 2 nights of swing dancing lessons which she thoroughly enjoyed.  Alas my second visitor was only here for 5 days as opposed to 2 weeks so I was not able to drag her along.
One of the most amazing adventures that I had was going to MONA which is the Museum of New and Old Art in Hobart.  It is an incredible museum, so many interesting, thought provoking, contentious exhibitions it is fabulous, I recommend if any one ever gets a chance to come to Hobart, going to this museum it is truly awesome.
There are so many interesting and inspiring artworks that I find it very hard to say which is my favourite, but there are two artworks in particular that really got me thinking and I think got a lot of people thinking.
The first is a number (can't remember how many) plaster casts of women's vagina's called Cunts and other Conversations.  I think it's fabulous because the casts are not prettied up or anything like that, the models ranged between the ages of 18 and 78 and are of various religious and cultural backgrounds and ethnicities.  I think that vagina's are still taboo for most women, we're not supposed to talk about them, we're not supposed to really admit to having one, when we see one in the media, which is rarely, it is usually airbrushed into presubscribed notion of what would be attractive or acceptable, we're supposed to make it more pallatable to men and I guess the world at large by making it tidy and smell "nice" and represent beauty and sexiness.  The exhibition is not like this, it is raw and it is unapologetic.  I think its fabulous, its confronting the world with something we're not supposed to talk about and saying not only do they exist, but they are beautiful and you know what they are art!!!
The second is, I think far more contraversial but I think just as interesting and thought provoking.  It is a large what appears to be photo of a dog fucking a man from behind.  It is really intriguing and I think forces the viewer to consider the notions of consent and what classifies as consent.  Beastiality suggests to me the idea that animals are not given consent, that an act is forced upon them, but the position of man and dog in this photo makes you really think about this concept.
So, go to the museum, there are loads more that are amazing and thought provoking and interesting!
There were many other adventures over my holidays, this is just a small snapshot.
And now back to uni!!!  :)

Briseis and Achilles

This is a section of a play that I wrote a while ago.  I got busy and haven't come back to it in a while so it's still in its rough form.  The whole thing won't fit on here at one time so I'll put sections on from time to time.

The play is based on The Heroides of Ovid.  The Heroides are written in the form of a series of letters written by heroines of Greek and Roman mythology to the heroes that they are paired with in myth.  For example Medea and Jason, Ariadne and Theseus.  In many of these myths and legends the heroines are mistreated, abused and abandoned by the heroes, which is treated as normal and par for the course by those telling the tale.  The story tellers were less than sympathetic in most cases when these women responded to this treatment by at best socially unacceptable behaviour and at worst infanticide; as in the case of Medea.  What is interesting about The Heroides is that Ovid displays sensitivity to the psychology of these women and how the treatment they received at the hands of these heroes affected them.  The letters of this selection that I have chosen for my play are Briseis to Achilles, Hermione to Orestes and Helen to Paris. 

Well, that's how it started.  It's evolved into a play about the Trojan War and the effects of war on women.

It's actually pretty brutal in some parts, which surprised me, I didn't know I could be so brutal, but it's a play about war so I guess it's not surprising.

The lights on stage dim except for one spotlight that shines from the foot of the stage diagonally  across the stage onto the screen at the back of the stage.  A siren sounds and suddenly there is the noise of war, choppers, the sounds of battle, bombs dropping and screaming.   A particularly loud crash and the sound of crumbling masonry is heard. The lights go on and the spotlight goes off.  The screen shows a destroyed city street.  Achilles stands over the bodies of two people centre stage, a sword sticks out of the mans chest who is spread eagled on the ground.  A woman, Briseis, is huddled off to the side on the ground, crying. 

Achilles grasps the handle of the sword and pulls it out of the mans chest.  It comes away bloody.  Achilles points it Briseis.

Achilles: You, get up.

Briseis whimpers but makes no move to stand. 

Achilles nudges her shoulder with the edge of the sword.

Achilles: Get up I said.

A man enters behind Achilles.

Man: The town is ours lord.

Achilles smiles.  He grasps Briseis by her shoulder and forces her to her feet.  He grabs her chin in his hand and forces her to look at him.  He leers at her.  Achilles shoves her towards the man standing behind and to the right of him.

Achilles: Take her to my tent.  And have her wash.

The man takes hold of Briseis’ elbow and pulls her off the stage.  Achilles stands where he is for a moment, smiling, and then turns and walks off stage.  Some soldiers come and carry the bodies off stage, a curtain falls in front of the screen at the back of the stage and two strips of fabric fall down from the roof of the stage, to make it appear as though it were a tent, other soldiers bring in bedding and make a bed on the floor. 

The soldier and Briseis enter from the front of the stage and walk into what appears to be the tent.  The soldier still has a hold of Briseis arm.  He throws her forward, she stumbles then stands in the corner. 

Soldier: Wait here for lord Achilles.

Another soldier brings a bowl, a jug of water and a face cloth and set it on the ground then exits. 

Soldier: Make sure you wash like, like he said.

The soldier exits.  Briseis stands shivering in the corner for a moment then slowly walks over to the wash bowl.  She pours some water into the bowl, dips the cloth into the water and slowly washes her face and arms and the back of her neck.

A shout can be heard from off stage and Achilles enters.  He strides over to the tent and walks in.  Briseis drops the wash cloth back into the bowl and scuttles to the back of the tent, she crouches down.  Achilles stands and looks at her for a few moments. 

Achilles: Come here.

Briseis cowers at the back of the tent, making no move to come forward.  Achilles laughs.  He walks over to the back of the tent and hauls her to her feet.  Briseis cries out.

Achilles turns her so that they are both standing side on to the audience.  He lifts a hand towards her face and Briseis jerks her head back as though he were going to hit her.  Achilles laughs again and gently tucks her hair behind her ear.

Achilles: What are you afraid of woman? I will not make you do anything you do not wish to do.

As he says this he grasps her hair and pulls it back sharply, dragging her head back.  He kisses her roughly on the mouth.

He lets her go and she whimpers again but does not move.  Achilles smiles at her.

Achilles: There now, that wasn’t that bad was it?

Briseis looks at the floor but does not answer.  Achilles slaps her suddenly across her face.

Achilles: Answer me wench. 

He grasps her jaw and forces her face up so that she is looking at him. 

Briseis shakes her head.

Briseis: No, no sir.

Achilles: There, that’s better. 

Once again Achilles pulls her hair back and kisses her roughly, he puts his hand over her breast.  Briseis tries to move her body backwards away from him but he grabs her round the waist and pulls her close, shoving his knee between her thighs he breaks off the kiss and Briseis gasps.

Achilles: Where do you think you’re going?

Achilles shoves Briseis and she falls onto the bed.  Achilles smiles as he looks down at her.  Briseis cowers on the bed, staring up at Achilles.  He walks over the bed, taking her by the shoulders her pushes her back, almost gently onto the bed.  Briseis whimpers again, but lets Achilles lay her down.  Achilles begins to undo his belt buckle and the lights go black.

The lights come up on stage.  Briseis sits in the middle of the bed, her legs curled up against her chest.  She is rocking. 

Achilles and a soldier walk on stage.

Achilles: These Trojans give little resistance it seems.  These skirmishes win us booty and renown but the sons of Atreus are not content.  Until we reach that city of Priam they will be not be happy.  So we must go, the king of Mycenae has summoned us to council.  Ready the men and horses, we leave at first light.

Achilles pulls aside the tent wall and walks into the tent.  Briseis looks up as he enters.  She cowers in the bed, but doesn’t move.

Achilles looks at her for a moment then sits on the edge of the bed and begins to take his boots off. 

Achilles: We go to meet with the other Achean kings tomorrow.  We leave at first light. 

Achilles looks at Briseis who stares at him, he continues to take his boots off.

Achilles: Wash my feet.

Briseis walks to the jug and bowl.  She pours water into the bowl, picks up a towel and brings the bowl and towel over to where Achilles sits and kneels in front of him.  Achilles places his boots against the edge of the bed.  Briseis places the bowl next to the boots and begins washing Achilles’ feet.  She only looks at his feet.  Achilles leans back and closes his eyes as Briseis washes his feet.   He sits like this for a moment and then sits up straighter.  Achilles looks down at Briseis, he places his finger under her chin and pushes her head up so that she looks into his face.  They look at each other for a moment. 

Briseis: Forgive me lord, but where do we go?

Achilles: We go to a council of war.  

Briseis: Will I - do you want - am I to accompany you?

Achilles: For the moment.

Briseis stares at Achilles.  Achilles kisses her.  The lights begin slowly dimming.

Achilles: You are a beautiful woman, show me what you will do for a man.

Achilles grasps her breast and kisses her again. 

Briseis drops the towel into the towel and places her hands on Achilles thighs. 

Achilles pulls away from her and grasps her under the arms, he hauls her up and pulls her as he leans backwards onto the bed, Briseis is pulled roughly on top of him.   The lights are now very dim so that figures of Achilles and Briseis are mostly obscured.  They move for a little while (noises, groans and moans?).  After a while the movement and noises (?) stop.  The lights come back up on stage in a morning light.  Achilles wakes and stands.  He picks his cloak up from beside the bed and drapes it around his shoulders.  Achilles looks down at Briseis for a moment.  He nudges her shoulder with his foot.  She stirs.

Achilles: Get up.  We are leaving.

Briseis wakes as Achilles turns and walks out of the tent.  

Briseis stands.

A woman enters the tent.  Brisies looks up, startled.

Woman: Come, it is time to depart.  Help me to pack the lord’s things away.

Briseis: But what about my lord.  Should I not go with him?

Woman looks at Briseis in surprise and shakes her head. 

Woman: Your lord?!  For now you travel with us.

Briseis: Us?

Woman: It is better that you accept things as they are.  The lord Achilles will call for you if he wants you.  Until then you serve in other ways.  Help me pack this tent away and I will show you.

The woman begins rolling the bedding up.  Briseis stands staring at her for a moment a looks of horror and shock on her face.  After a moment she begins helping the woman.  They pack away everything in the tent and then the tent in silence.  Once everything is packed into backpacks they put them on their backs.  The woman gestures to Briseis and they exit the stage.

Just when I decided not to be a fanatical feminist

Remember my story about the friend that opened the door for me?  As I wrote in a post some few weeks ago, I thought about it and decided that actually it was ok, that really allowing a man (or anyone really) to open the door for me was not a sign that I am not longer a feminist.
Well it turns out that he had heard what I had said about feminism and the opening of doors, taken note of it, and decided not to open doors for me, if I found it offensive!
What!?  A man who actually listened to what I had to say about feminism and changed his actions accordingly?!
Before anyone says anything, yes I know there are many men out there that do listen to what women say and adjust their behaviour accordingly.  But to be honest, outside of left politics I haven't actually come across a man who wouldn't have thought my comments about door opening was really all that relevant and somewhat ridiculous.
So I am feeling somewhat confused about this one!
Not that I am upset that my new friend acted according to what I had expressed, that's great!
Just, well, I had come down on the side of deciding that I wasn't that sort of feminist anymore and now here was a person who would be willing to adjust his behaviour according to someone else's views and here was I, inadvertently, expressing views I no longer held!
So...
What is the point of this post, well I don't really know to be honest, I guess there probably isn't one, just stream of consciousness really.  

And just to finish off this random post, here is a picture of my dog, isn't he a cutie?!

What would you do if you could teleport?

If I could teleport then my day would go like this:
I would start the day with cappucino fredo while watching the sunrise over the Acropolis in Athens. 
I'd then pop over to Paris for a wonder around the Louvre.
Back to Sydney for lunch in Watsons Bay. 
Then an afternoon stroll around Regents Park followed by dinner and drinks at one of my favourite pubs; the Founders Arms on Southbank.

Where have I been for the last two weekd?

The answer to that question is having the most amazing, tiring, interesting and eye opening experience!  Or to be specific: on my first prac for my teaching course.  I have been with a grade prep/one class for the last two weeks doing what they call active observation.  Active observation basically means that I have to observe how the teacher teaches, handles the class, speaks to the children, the parents, other staff members, how she handles issues, complaints, illness, accidents, lesson plans, activities, naughtiness, happiness, discussion, all the things that teachers have to do everyday.  Oh my god, is there a lot to do!  Take 25 different students all 5-7 years old with varying levels of ability, short attention spans and incredible amounts of energy and one teacher.  What do you get, well exhaustion is the answer. 

But they are amazing!  It is amazing!  I am going to be a teacher and I am so excited! 

am I still a feminist?

A few days ago I went out for coffee with a new friend of mine.  We discussed a variety of things, including gender equality and feminism, which didn't last long because we'd been there a while and he had to run away.  He had offered to give me a lift home, so having settled the bill and had that leaving somewhere conversation you have; "Are you good to go?"  "Yeah cool, that's fine,' we wondered out to his car.  He walked over to the passenger side door, opened the door, waited until I got into the car and closed the door behind me.  Having just had our brief conversation about feminism I made a comment that had he done that 6-8 years ago I would have counted that as a sexist action but actually I thought it was sweet.  So off we went in the car, he dropped me at home and drove off, all good. 
I've been thinking about this interaction today and what it says about me as a feminist. 
What I said at the time was true.  Back when I was 19-23 in my undergrad degree and getting involved in student politics I would have considered that a sexist action and it would have counted as a black mark against him.  Given that we'd had a great chat and generally agreed on a lot of things, the black mark wouldn't have been the sort that mean you write someone off as a friend, but it would have been there none the less.  But now, it wasn't a black mark, it didn't even cause an eyebrow raise and I did think it was sweet.  In fact the only reason I made mention of it is because of the conversation we'd had prior to the door opening incident. 
So what does this mean, am I still a feminist?  Have I lost my politics in my old age? 
I don't think so!
I've mellowed, I'll say that.  I no longer think that because a boy opens a door for me it means that he thinks I'm incompetent or incapable.  I think it was just a nice gesture.
Am I still opposed to violence against women in all forms?  Hell yes!  Do I still think that women should receive equal pay for equal work?  Absolutely!  Am I against hiring practices that discriminate against women on the grounds that they will have babies soon and will leave that job?  Of course!  Do I still believe that gender roles are a fabrication of our society and not a biological imperative?  You bet!  Does the beauty myth still infuriate me?  Completely!  Do I think that women are under represented in work that was traditionally considered "mens work", or for that matter men are under represented in what was traditionally named "women's work?"  For sure!
So where does that leave me on door opening?  Let's worry about putting an end to rape, sexual assault and domestic violence first hey?!  Maybe when there really is equality in our society, maybe then I'll worry about whether someone opening my door for me means they think I can't.

Humanism

For an assignment this week I have been looking at Maslow's hierarchy of needs and what that means in an educational setting.  The needs of each individual need to be met going up the scale from physiological needs like hunger through to self realization which is the highest need that can be attained and therefore the least likely to be attained.  Maslow was kind of the grandfather of the humanist movement.  Humanists believe that education should focus on meeting these needs, with particular reference to self actualisation.  In that regard as far as humanists are concerned learning should be child focused.  Children should be able to decide what, how, why and when they learn.  I rather like humanism, I like the idea of allowing children a voice in deciding their own education.

So there you go, that is my thoughts for the week. 


Here is what Joss Wheden had to say

Scrabble

Last night at swing dancing one of the women was wearing scrabble letters as hair clips.  These were probably some of the coolest things I'd seen in a while! 

That is all for today!

I can feel you behind my eyes

This is a line from a song that I have listened to everyday for the last 5 weeks.  The song is Bloodstream by Stateless. I don't know much about Stateless, but in a search for triphoppy type of songs to put on a play list for a friend from uni I remembered them and put this song on.  Then the obsession happened! I love it. 

Here is a link to youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn3-1kvv6u4

According to youtube this song features on the Vampire Diaries, which doesn't surprise me at all, but it's still a fabulous song for all that!

things i like to wear

and then...

Swing Dancing

I started swing dancing about three weeks ago and so far I am loving it.  I've been going every Wednesday night.  My younger sister has been swing dancing for about 3 years now and I know she has always enjoyed it, so I thought, now that I live near her I would go along.  I went along because I thought it would be fun and also so I could meet people.  And it turned out it is fun and the people are all really lovely so yay! Oh and also, I'm not too bad at it, which is always a bonus.

A bit about me

S I thought that since I had decided to turn over a new leaf in the blog posting I should give a little bit of background knowledge about myself, since I hadn't actually really done that before. 

So as I am sure you could tell from earlier posts, I most recently lived in Sydney.  I have actually now moved, to Hobart in Tasmania.  It's a pretty crazy change for me actually.  My family moved here about 10 years ago and I've never felt the urge to follow them until now.  So what brought on the change I here you all ask (we'll get to my hearing voices later)?

Well basically I was in a job that I hated, so, after a breakdown in Hyde Park and some counseling by my best friends, I decided that what I ought to do is go back to uni and become a teacher.  It's something I've considered for a long time.  So without further ado, I began applying for universities.  I applied for a bunch in NSW, a couple in Melbourne and the University of Tasmania.  Why Tassie?  There are a few reasons, first of all I was a little late in my decision so I missed the cut off point for Sydney uni's so staying in Sydney and attending uni there was not a possibility.  A couple of the uni's in NSW that I applied for were via distance so I could have done that and stayed where I was, working and studying part time.  Sounds like it would have been the easiest option, but there were a few problems. 

First of all, since all of my experience was in the area I was currently working in I would have had to stay in the job I hated or looked for another just like it.  Now that I'd decided to get out, I really wanted out!

Secondly, I know that I would not apply myself to my study if I was doing distance, I admire those people that can do it, but I am not one of them.

So it came down to moving to Newcastle or Tasmania.  I decided on Tas.  I lived in Newcastle during my undergrad degree and although I loved it, that was then, this is now.  I felt like I would be going backwards to move back up to Newcastle.  I needed a change, I was getting antsy in Sydney and I didn't think Newcastle would provide the change I needed. 

So here I am in Hobart, struggling with my Masters of Teaching, which I am loving, but finding the assignments pretty hard.  Mostly I think because they are quite different to those I did when doing arts and also it's been a while. 

And that pretty much brings us up to date!

Have a great Monday!

What I did today

Had breakfast and coffee with my friends.
Caught a bus.
Watched three episodes of Dexter.
Had lunch.
Tidied some of my stuff away.
Had a glass of wine.

A new leaf

Or at least that's the plan. I am going to attempt to update my blog with stuff a bit more often and as well as adding my recent writing, cos lets face it, that's not happening too much of late, I will be aiming to write some stuff about me, what I have been doing and general stuff.
I was inspired by reading some great blogs out there and I thought, "there's this whole blog space out there that I'm not really using" and also, "what can possibly go wrong, it's just a blog. "
Of course the main issue with my blogging and writing stuff in general is that I have very little discipline, so we shall see how we go.
Some of the blogs that I was so inspired by are: Goodnight Little Spoon, Color Me Katie and Being Blanche. Generally I thought these were amusing and interesting.