Greasy Seasonings!
Filed under: Acting, Cafe Critique, Food, I'm not sure, Life, Literature, Mates, Politics, Remembrance, Yada Yada Yada, nostalgia, poetry
To all who have visited my site (mispelt ’sight’), and even those who haven’t, may your seasons be unmentionably pleasant.
Happy Holidays
To Dare
I believe that it’s better to dare to live authentically than to compromise for expediency.
Michael
I was asked today if I was going to write something about the passing of Michael Jackson. I’ve thought about the news and initially, I was going to leave it alone. I’m reluctant to say much because I’m more comfortable talking about what I know. I don’t know much about Michael Jackson.
But, having been asked, I thought why not, what do I think about the news?
I first heard about it as I glimpsed the morning news on television, at about 8:35AM Perth time, I think. I did a double-take, thinking I’d heard wrong and sat down to check it out. I think I said to myself, “God, Michael Jackson’s dead”.
As I took it in, I was thinking how big this was; how it was going to carried around the world, and I was trying to take in the size of it. Read more
Bon Voyage, Paula
This is an entry that is at once easy to undertake and yet quite difficult. Easy because I’m talking about a woman who has been the very soul of the word ‘friend’, and difficult because she is so remarkable that words fall so short of how much she means to me.
Paula is leaving Australia for England next week, and I want to wish her the very best for her future, and the same goes for her family. I have been very fortunate to have been befriended by her. She has taught me, and sometimes challenged me about envy, love, friendship, relationships, action, depth, confidence, spiritual pathways and many other things. In other words, she’s shown me myself. Read more
Status, Acting & Tanzania
It’s been a while. Things have been jumbled up around here lately. I recently finished reading a wonderful book called Status Anxiety by Alain De Botton. I’m now reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau.
I’m currently working with a community theatre in a play called Get Smart from the iconic 1960’s sit com and it’s hoot. It’s also helping me with getting back to the stage. It’s been a while with that as well. Good troupe, and I’m feeling stronger and more confident with every passing day.
I have lines to learn, so I have that niggly feeling that I’m running late all the time. That’s one thing that has always been a feature of Acting for me, the constant feeling that I’ve got more to do, more to find and more to learn. Do you know that feeling? Like you’re five minutes behind where you ought to be. Read more
Lateral Thinking
Hello everyone. I was thinking about “Lateral Thinking” today. I have no idea where the term came from, but I suspect it’s been bastardised over the years to mean imaginative, creative thinking that is sometimes spontaneous or impulsive. I’m not sure I really know what it means, so if I use it in a form that is not the literal sense of the word, please forgive my ignorance. I’m not very bright, but I can lift heavy things.
Lateral, as opposed to (or in conjuction with, perhaps) linear thinking. Is this something that is intinctual? Is it something that can be taught, or are we just born with it? Is it the old “nature / nurture” thing?
I know that there are hundreds of websites that purport to testing your thinking, but I find my imagination doesn’t really want proof. Maybe I’m afraid of what I might find.
When I was a kid, there was this fad (actually there were a lot of fads). The one I’m thinking of was the ‘Mood Ring’. Girls would wear this rather bulbous ring (boys wouldn’t dare) and it would change colour, depending totally on her mood. Amazing! Read more
Egalitarianism
Equal rights for all. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Those who promote these ideals sometimes fail to consider or understand the obstacles preventing them.
A simple case in point. A couple sitting at a sidewalk cafe. At a table behind them, someone sits down and starts smoking. A patron asks politely that the smoker desist. The smoker asks why, and the man says he finds the smoke irritating. The smoker says that he’s allowed to smoke at this table as it has ashtrays for the purpose, but in any case the smoker says he’ll quit after this one smoke.
I leave that one with you. How about this? An Actor is to perform a scenario – a party scene. Read more
Duplicity
At times I get it all horribly wrong. Just when I think everything’s hunky-dory things go awry and I find myself staggeringly mistaken. I seem to be woefully inadequate in my dealings with the human race. I wont list my errors here, but my relationships are sometimes so tenuous as to be non-existent. I feel very solitary when this happens. Very lonely and very, very isolated. And this happens very frequently.
Here’s the thing. I have thought there were people in my life who I would easily call friends, and when I discover that they were no such thing – not even close to what constitutes friends and friendship, I have such a feeling of confusion that I don’t know what is real anymore. I’m serious. There have been times when I’ve been enjoying a nice meal with ‘friends’ and the next thing I know, it’s 48 hours later and I wake up in intensive care after suffering a violent attack from this ‘friend’. This felon (for even though he was acquitted of any charge, as I know the truth I will always regard him as such), was a relative. And from my father? “You must have deserved it.”
Or how about when I’ve been trying to reach out to a friend to say hello and get no replies? After 6 weeks of trying to reach her, I get a scathing e-mail saying what I bastard I’ve been, over 6 weeks earlier! I mean, even if I was conscious of some misdemeanor at the time, by the time I get the e-mail, I’m lost and inconsiderately, though no doubt not unintentionally, no right of reply is possible. Read more
ZigZag
I went to a bookshop last night. Though some books seem interesting, a closer inspection found that nothing really jumped out at me.
I have been somewhat melancholy of late, and that’s not too good for blogging. I mean, who wants to read about that, anyway?
I have a ’song-loop’ in my head, the song “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?”. It is quite beautiful and sad.
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing?
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Tetrahedron
I’ve learned that sometimes it just ain’t worth it. You try and see all sides at once and it just doesn’t work. That’s what I’ve done all my life. If I say the sky is blue, and some smart-ar$3 says it ain’t because … blah, blah, blah, I try and see it their way.
It’s just too bloody hard and I don’t want to do it anymore. I can only see one side at a time. If it ain’t your side I’m seein’, too bad.
Does the name Pavlov ring a bell? – Anonymous
