sparrow and duck

Client No. 34982772

Thu, 03 May 2007 01:13:32 -0400

One of the hardest things I’ve found about mental illness (apart from, you know, all the really crappy things) is that my life has filled up with people who are paid to be there. Not there because I make fascinating company, with my sparkling conversation and scintillating wit, but there because it says they have to be in item 3.4 of their job outline.

And normally with people who are paid to be in your life you don’t ever really go beyond polite chit-chat, but I, instead, have to talk about really painful things, and answer deeply personal questions, all without any reciprocation.

It’s enough to leave a lass feeling all pathetic and pitiful and in need of a wee vent on the Internet.

Restrictions Are The New Freedom

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 18:02:04 -0400

The clock is counting down on me, and with less than nine minutes to go I’m going to have to learn to be a fast blogger. Or compose my posts before I get to the library where it costs $2 per half hour of internet time. I tell myself that restrictions are fuel to the creative process, but I’d still much rather be snuggled up somewhere warm with my laptop and a nice fast broadband connection.

I’ve moved into my new flat, in Naenae, although my furniture is still in storage so a mattress on the floor and a folding garden chair are where it’s at for me at the moment.

Shit, I’m slower than I thought—the counter has turned red on me. Must hit send…

My Day

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 19:51:57 -0400

Go out. Walk around. Drink coffee. Visit the library. Wait until it’s dark. Go home.

Kusama's World of Dots

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 19:08:14 -0400

Kusama's World of Dots

"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious,..."

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:05:44 -0500

“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.”

- Henry Miller