A Scene Altogether Unworthy of Depiction

My buddy/workmate/cuz Daniel Townsend has just released his very own brand new debut album, entitled 'A Scene Altogether Unworthy of Depiction' and it's pretty smashing if you ask for my opinion, and in this case I think you should. It's a bit of a family affair, featuring cover art by the talented Dr. Bowen (who also does some backing vocals, hehe), which is designed by Joshy, and one track ('Soul in my belly') features Miss Meagan and Tim, recorded live on MY radio show. I'm excited cause I got my first ever commissioned portrait and I just finished it (yes, there is a self-glorifying element to this post)! Yay! And I'm about to send it off to see what he thinks of it. Feedback is welcome from all peoples.

In the meantime, you can listen to some songs Here. Enjoy.

Sombre Ponderings

There is a guy I know, who's constantly excited, enthusiastic and energised. While we all stand around coughing and muttering about the bloody weather, he runs amok, shouting movie quotes into the wind. Some people get annoyed by him, saying he's far too positive about everything. Huh!? As grumpy as I can be in the mornings I never fail to appreciate the fact that this one guy keeps his spirit up despite his circumstances, and is able to keep things in perspective. He sees the good in everything, and quite frankly, I wish I had that power.

Lately I've been letting my righteous anger get a hold of me. I hate George Bush, I hate this stupid war in Iraq, I hate American policy on guns and the death sentance. And yes, I am a Michael Moore fan. While I still stand firm that there is very little good in any of these things, recently a new friend (an American, no less) challenged my perspective. While I am still trying to process our lengthy conversation, I am thankful because I spend less time being just angry, I try to see the good as well. It's not about being for or against, I'm still against, it's more about trusting that not all humans are bad, evil beings intent on destroying the universe.


I just got a beautiful email from another friend, with these amazing photos from Iraq which starkly contrast the prisoner torture photos. Here's an example. Peace.

Get behind me Satan

No, this is not review of the new White Stripes album. This is a genuine plea for help as I come under pressure from the powers of evil. And which of Satan's many minions is bothering me lately? Centrelink. Yes, Beezlebub has been chasing me through the Valley of the Shadow of Youth Allowance claim forms, trying to twart my attempts to understand what the many illegible questions mean. And I'm not alone in this. Almost every person I've chased up to answer my questions has had less of a clue than me. I'm beginning to form a theory that this is Satan's desperate attempt to bring down the enthusiasm of any new faith worker/student. And it's working. Almost. Down with beaurocratic life-draining forms! Down with beaurocrats! Heck, I may even go so far as to say 'Down with illegible rubbish!'. Harsh words.

Well, that's a lot off my chest. Now, on to my Family Actual Means Test, Centrepay Deduction Form, and Rent Assistance...

What about Kris?

Some of you (well, one person) wanted to know what my boyfriend Kris was up to. So I thought it was a perfect opportunity to babble on about how fantastic and thoughtful and gorgeous he was. But I wont. So it's safe to keep reading. He's leaving town (the town that is called Poatina, and may or may not have anything to do with porridge) and going to another town (one that is called Wynyard and sounds like a sheep graziers association, but is in fact a coastal fishing town on the North-West coast of Tassie). There he is doing a lot of radio things that have been abandoned by people who've come here (that is, the town called Poatina) to do a Certificate IV course (See Bowen's Blog) Got that? If you didn't, forward on your questions to me and I'll get back to you. Perhaps.

It's actually his Captain Midnight radio show that I'm now in charge of, which is very strange. And it'll be interesting to see how I go being so far away from him (well ok, it could have been Brisbane rather than Wynyard, but being a Tasmanian my perception of distances is warped) and how he's going to go taking on managerial position. Keep your eyes on this space for updates on that one.

In the meantime, here's a picture of him as a child at the end of a very long bicycle (just in case you wanted to know what he looked like).

Peace.

Make your own Dr. Who Scarf!

Feeling the cold?
Wanting to tackle a new knitting project?
Think Tom Baker's the fashion genius of the century?

Then knit your very own Dr Who scarf!

Yes that's right, as the winter months settle in there's nothing I appreciate more than an exceedingly long multicoloured scarf to wrap around my snap-frozen neck, allowing blood to flow to the head once again.

All you need is several hundred balls of wool, the pattern (provided below) and a willing mum/grandma.

I have one, and my life is better for it.

So, get clicking (as in, on the net) and get clacking (as in, knititng needles) today!
Dr Who scarf pattern website

What it's like to be an Official Blogger

Well I must say on reflection that it may be tough to keep this blog up to date with all the craziness going on for me. I'm kinda flying by the seat of the only good pants I have right now. Heck, I don't even know where I'm going to live. They call it 'Living with Ambiguity". In three months time I'll be so full of ambiguity that I'll have plenty to throw around. So bear with me. For now I'll soldier on.

Week 2 begins of Diploma in Youth and Community work. I don't know precisley what it means to be in week 2 of such a course, but given that I haven't experienced one before, I'm kind of excited. And so the whole purpose of this particular entry was to announce such a fact.

Oh, and thanks to Ludicrousity for the promo. Check out her blog in the links menu.

Welcome to my Life

Well, what a happy occasion. My first blog.

Shouldn't there be some sort of ceremony to go along with this? I should really speak to the people in charge, see what I can do. For now I will have to attempt to put my innane ponderings into words as I tackle a pretty full on two-or-so years. What's going on, you ask? Well here goes....

(Sigh) Read that sigh? That was involuntary. Because this past two weeks, and indeed these past five days, have been so unbelieveably insane. The first week was Foundations, a week long course all about...well, life, really. They try to equip us with the words to describe to others what it was like but it's impossible really. It's a pretty full on week, Sunday til Sunday, 8.30am til well after the designated 9.15pm, and at the end of it everyone is tired and sick and completely emotionally drained.

So what do I do the following day? Respond to an offer to start Diploma! Which is more of the same except over 2 or more years, and I decided to take it on within three hours of it commencing. So for now I don't get a day off (or at the very least, an early night) until next Thursday. Yay! Then I take over a late night radio show full time. For everyone who knows what doing Diploma (especially in Poatina) means, this news will appall you. For those who don't, you can be the ones who act happy for me.

It really is a huge thing to be doing. Will I survive? Well you'll just have to tune in and see folks, because I don't have a flippin' clue. Peace.