Sunday, November 19, 2006

He's back!
Martin is back! During his 18-day absence a number of people e-mailed me privately to ask about him. He refers briefly to the reason for his absence in a couple of his initial posts (Surrender and Back to blogging). When I first heard from him that his blog was back, I only got an error message upon taking a look; apparently he missed a setting. It's nice to see him back to blogging though it's not nice to learn that he's gone out again. One of these days, he will not make it back and that will be very, very bad.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Back To The Hack
A momentous day. I'm back to being a pretend student again tonight. Year 2 of The Course kicks off. "Writing For Special Audiences" is the title of this next module. Hmmm. That translates into "writing kids stories". I'm about as enthusiastic about this one as I was about the poetry. I turned out to be wrong about the poetry. Hope I'm equally wrong here.

Can't see me as the next J.K.Rowling somehow. Too rude. Too world-weary (notice I don't use the term "cynical" any more - I'm experimenting with positive-sounding labels, how daring).

This morning was quite exciting. I woke up and started chugging through another exercise from The Writer's Block (can't recommend it highly enough, by the way, can't find a link for it on Amazon though). This time it was just interviewing an old character. I thought I had him sussed*, but then one of his answers* took me completely by surprise. And now I've got an idea for a story.

"Kewl!", as Dickens would undoubtedly say if he were alive today.


* how pretentious is that? Don't you just hate it when writers and actors talk about their characters as if they're real people? "Bollocks to it, I say! Get your head out of your arse, Monkey!" Sorry. Won't do it again.

posted @ 9:14 AM

Monday, September 20, 2004
RIP
I see Belle de Jour's giving up. Shame. I quite liked her* style - minimalistic comment-free. Wasn't really my cuppa as far as content goes. Bit pseudo, really. Unlike here, of course, where it's all genuine intellectual stimulation from the very first bit of UTF-8.

Remember all the fuss about her* winning the Guardian thingy last year though? LOL, how I chuckled at the outrage. Naturally I was also gutted that they didn't pick me. Probably didn't like all the swearing. And the fact that I say very little but take up a hefty whack of server space to say it. And the fact that I'm constantly contradicting myself. Etc etc. Whatever. *I* know I'm a genius, and that's all that matters. Sob! Sniff!

Anyhow - how come they haven't announced anything this year? Got fed up with all the stick they got last time? Don't need the publicity any more? Can't be arsed? Personally I hope they do have one, it livens the place up no end :-)


* who knows if she's the real thing or just some professional writer having a laugh? Who cares? Does it matter? Not to me.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Hey! I've been busy, out and about. Just relaxing now, at home. Everyone here is doing ok, I tried to hand out some Avon catalogs today and met with rejection...*L* but I suppose it won't be the last time. Oh well, I handed out one today!

I was telling my daughter yesterday that I used to wake up and just be really happy. (not that I'm not now) Of course I wouldn't go around telling people that, but I just felt happy and wondered what my day was going to be like. I loved life! (not to say I don't love it now) But everyday was new, and I had a job, and I had (have) someone to love me for me. I have friends, things to do, and a roof over my head. I think everyday was an adventure. (I know I'm skipping back and forth between past and present.) Julaine giggled at me. I still feel like that, but Charis keeps my mind occupied, so I don't have time to dwell on stuff like I used to. I like where I am today, even though alot of pain and suffering had to be endured just to get here. And when someone tries to bring me down, I think "I don't have time to feel bad for things past anymore" and I have to quit punishing myself for stuff. Because really I used to punish myself severe. Either that or try to lose the feeling. I've said I was sorry for the wrongs I've done. And what more can I do beyond that? But the point was..*G* Everyday is a new day, a day without mistakes. You can be depressed about things past OR you can be happy that you are fed, have friends, a love, a baby to cuddle, a kid to hug you back, music to listen to, a car to drive, a job to go to, dishes to wash (!), the sun to shine, the clouds to rain.....the list goes on, and you catch my drift! Yeah! Have a nice evening...

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The battery
(already appeared in my memories)

The battery was a great business, there were many people this day there:
A score of people made up of neighbors and friends.
Grand' Rousseau father had a felling machine, we were proud.


old photograph without final improvement (approximately 1945), I am in bottom on the right.

In the room, part or no one usually does not penetrate was drawn up

the large table covered with

white cloths as tablecloths and with the menu:

Hen with

pot with its bubble and its vegetables
(the cock and hens of the previous year) cheeses of the farm, rice with
milk or fruits of season, quotes, coffee and pushes coffee...

This day the activity was large. The boat ones were distributed on the heap of sheaves,
There were this day the broqueteurs, the delior, the carriers of grain: strong men equipped with broad shoulders were selected to mount the bags (of approximately 80 kg) to the attic.
There were also the pick-ups of small straws, of balls, put in a large bag of fabric; binders, carriers of bales of straw, with each one its well defined task.

The very flexible oats ball was put on side to make straw mattresses intended for the cots.

Ah! the first sheaf swallowed by the threshing-machine I remember well this noise of downpour of the first grains precipitated on the grid.
I liked this odor of fresh straws.

The men did not stop that to drink a blow of quotes or to wipe the face with
One of these broad handkerchiefs with squares blue-purple, Ben yes at least that was needed.
Mom passed with her bottle of quotes (cider) and some glasses "see it to you on the photograph with its bottle", each one drank one after the other... the throats were often dry, the cider of the farm was soft.
It was necessary to often pass by again, so not one heard the swearwords of some assoiffés.
Good god, the dog is attached to champieure here!... Without a word, between two sheaves,
They seize tended glass., let it fill saying simply when it overflows
"it Ben! avalent of a feature the tended neck! let us barbillons and bourriers of barley and oats ball
swimming on the surface, that made party of the whole!.Et says while thanking:
Oh! that made Ben whom been able of although a kick in the ass that!
It is in the same bucket as everyone washes the hands, water is black, the cloths also,
but nobody is opposed. It is the same made filth of sweats,
straw and dust which covers these men since the morning.
They are well tired, at the same time, brothers of tiredness, exhaustion and satisfaction.

Because this day was also a day of meeting.


Called : - with - Robert bleaches on grass! and also fork of the devil, crane jib,

bleaches on grass red, pin of the devil ! ... not very flattering you will say to me...

Me, I find this foliage very pretty and the small flowers too.

I remember the day or I took this photograph quickly made,

Squatted (the objective through mesh of netting )

on the private ground of geese already on the defensive

and which did not seem at all to appreciate.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

This week I have been running around with Trevor looking at land for sale.Saw a couple of nice blocks 3 acres each at the other end of the island at a place called Undine bay.Looks spectacular with 90 metres of ocean frontage and the bay deep enough I think to Harbour Large ships.This is the place for a city to rival that of Port Vila I think.It has a old US airstip that the US Army used in Vanuatu during the 2nd World war.At a $100,000 Us I think its a bargain.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

A little quickie to wet your appetite

last weekend was a serios man day in all aspects of the word. well, save for the fact that gallons of mamosas were consumed, but oh well. so it started off with a serios hangover curtoesy of newport beach. i crashed at my friend enons house and right after waking up i turned on the t.v., flipped to football, made some coffee, and awaited the arrivel of enon who mysteriously didnt come home the night before. soon after the man showed up i hit the kitchen with his roommate, aaron, and we cooked the best breakfast burritos youve ever eaten. Immediately following breakfast aaron popped open the first bottle of bubb and showed me some pictures of black men, his black hero football stars to commence manday, monday's arch enemy.

Soon after the mamosas started flowing, aaron's half retarded cousin got on the horn and started calling up some "patties". realzing that his cousin was completly sheets, by like 10, aaron, the latin lover that he is, called up the girls again to assure them that his cousin was somewhat mentally ok and that they should come over.

upon realizing that "patties" were on the way... fun ensued.
finally. the holiday season is over. i got back from aspen a week or so ago and let me just say, what a blast. colorado in general is amazing. such beautiful scenery. then i arrived in aspen to find a town full of beautiful women. i boarded a few days on ajax. met a ton of really neat people. snowmobiled. partied my butt off. met the most gorgeous girl ever. all in all, an awesome trip.

so the last 3 weeks have been a bit of a constant party. unfortunately, or fortunately, however you see it, its all coming to a sudden halt. i was supposed to be on a plane this thursday headed to costa rica with some friends but ive decided to buckle down, stay focused, and start working for the things that i want to achieve this year. i cant stand the thought of having another year wind up the same as the previous. instead of telling myself things im not going to do this year, ive decided its best to tell myself things im going to do this year. i never listen when someone tells me not to do something so i thought this might work better.

anyway, enough ranting. i hope all is well. and i wish everyone a prosperous new year. please donate to the tsunami fund. im now going to vomit from the cheezyness of this post.