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
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
Oddfellows
I’ve just come home from a card night. A bunch of guys I’ve known for at least 20 years had a bit of a get-together and I have to say that I enjoyed their company very much.
The games played had some unusual names, and I cannot repeat them because of their… coarse nature, but this was all just purile nonsense, harmless in the extreme.
I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t play cards. No, I’m not religious or anything, I just don’t enjoy it. Perhaps the numbers confuse me or something. What I do enjoy is the lighthearted comraderie of these gents. I was an onlooker but I was never left out. In conversation, or singing, or jokes, or reminiscences… I was part of something, part of the story and it was fantastic. Read more
