It's raining. Rain spotlets on my shirt running in from my car. One day I will have to invest in an umbrella. One day. My work life is tense. Something is going to 'give' soon. I hope I'm not here for that. I avoid confrontation like the plague. Crazy that. I have confidence at work, I have confidence dealing with people. I don't understand that part of my personality. Rachelle and I went out for a quick pizza last night to end the day on a more positive note so (hopefully) the strain of the day wouldn't be carried into today. I'm late this morning but from the looks things, it may have worked. We were both looking forward to a quiet male-free day but due to the weather I assume that's not going to be the case afterall. My evening at Suzie's the other night proved better than I had expected. For a long time I have been thinking about family memories and stories and events and how to make them available to people once the members who tell them are gone. In the past I spoke about it, and on Monday all the bits and pieces fell into place in my brain. I feel the bubbling of a new and fairly major project in my mind. Of journalling and photographs. Writing down events and dates, names and feelings, to leave for those who come afterwards. Because although I'll never be anyone of particular importance or significance, I have a life my Grandchildren might be interested in, or their grandchildren, or theirs. The New Zealand dollar is scaring me. To travel next year is going to cost more than it ever has before. As I speak with people online more and more of them are saying they'd like to meet or have coffee or whatever. It's going to be very interesting if nothing else. MichellePark.com is not going anywhere very fast at all. I don't quite know what that's all about. Yes I do really. It's a matter of going through the design process. Stuff just doesn't occur. It needs to form - from brainstorming to formulating a plan and a reason and a way. It requires large sheets of paper and much think-linking and I just haven't done any of that yet - for what reason? no reason. Just do it M. Conversation from a Theatre M "That universtity is called Ithaca?" R "Yeh, strange name, huh." M "Ohh.. I sometimes email a guy who is at the University of Ithaca in New York State." R "Wha?" M "Yeh, [actual] is writing part of his dissertation at Ithaca, I didn't know what he meant by those letters until just now." R "You like know - e v e r y b o d y." --------

It's the week. Finally, the first week of October has arrived, which means KidA by Radiohead goes on sale here in New Zealand on Friday. I want it. I shall have it. Nice equation... I + want = Have. *nods* and like gravity and time this too is a law of nature. [not really, just sounding powerful] I feel anything BUT powerful these days. In the summer, when the concrete sizzles from pool wet feet and skin is nut brown and hair sunbleached white, eyes screwed up from the brightness of the water and the sting of the chlorine, when you swim and swim until you are almost trancelike tired and you skin feels so clean its as if it's become transparent, when you are home and dry and in clean clothes and your dad is watching the cricket on television and your eyelids are heavy heavy heavier - that's how i feel right now. And.. that's where I want to be right now. Eight years old with my daddy's arm around me cursing the umpire as sleep swallows me whole and safe and dark and loved. with a kiss on top of my head. --------

Looks like a habit is forming folks! I'm writing every Monday. Oh and.. I have to change the width of this column cos Phil doesn't like it so narrow. I am in a mood. No, no. Not a bad mood (I don't think) - more an introspective mood. Quiet. I don't feel like talking out loud. I don't feel like chatting with my fingertips. I have Mozart in my ears, and have arranged my next few days to be spent doing animations and sound capture, which will keep me busy but out of people's hair. This morning, after a sound session with Phil, I drove down to Huntly to pick up some digital tapes with images and video on them for this stage of the project. It was a nice drive and a good short meeting. Terry is a really nice man. His voice is soft, but not quiet. Sometimes, I think he's gentle. At times he shows he does not suffer fools lightly - I like that in people. On the way back, I stopped at a furniture store that always catches my eye on that Auckland - Huntly trip. I am looking for an entertainment system cabinet - just to keep in you my furniture-loop. Most of their furniture was wooden and wicker. But there was one chair, an armchair, and when I sat in it. Well. It was just the most comfortable chair. Like Goldilocks in BabyBear's chair (had his been hand made in terracotta leather by Italian craftsmen) the chair fit me perfectly. If only I had a flat big enough to do justice to such an item. Not a great 'sharer of links', mostly because I don't stray far from the path. But Flash fans out there will have to be impressed with this - hell - anyone with eyes has to be impressed with this. Okay, time to go capture Phil's voice. Remember - use it or lose it. --------