07/12/2005
December, Month of the Headless Chicken
If there’s something I have learned from having a website (or two) and a blog, it’s that I treat neither with the attention and care I’d like to. I don’t know exactly when or how it happens, but I wake up one morning and realise that I have no spare time for the next few weeks. Not that everything I am doing isn’t fun, or worthwhile, or at least earning me money - but life without time to unwind and relax and sit still is not the best place to be.
A taiko performance in Whangarei last weekend provided some good times and some excellent books. There is a second hand bookstore there called The Piggery I think which is incredible. I came away with some very nice sci fi from the noble 1950s/1960s. Check it out if you’re up there.
The wednesday previous we had our first performance as a band which went pretty good. It was at Hamilton’s wednesday open mic night at Fat Bellies which unfortunately has finished for the year. We might be recording some stuff though so if you missed it you may have the opportunity to check us out later. Oh yeah, and we still don’t have a name. Feel free to suggest some.
Mad deadlines, performances, recording, strange reunions and christmas shopping. This is truly a month to hibernate if at all possible. Maybe next year.
Reading:
The Best of John Wyndham
Journey to the Centre of the Earth, Jules Verne
1984, George Orwell
Logan’s Run, William F. Nolan & George Clayton Johnson
Movies:
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Serenity
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13/10/2005
Soccer Cricket
Score: 204
Location: Waikato uni rec centre
Team: Adam, Me
Ball: Indoor Soccer
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11/10/2005
Am I really that crazy?
Last saturday I went to Auckland for my nephew’s first birthday which was excellent. As I said at the time, its a good birthday when some of your presents are larger than you. It was a windy and rainy day (it even hailed once) and I scandalised my mother by insisting that we go to the beach so I could swim. Very few people I talk to relate to me in this. I love to swim, no matter the weather or temperature - it’s something that reconnects me to nature and reaffirms the fact that I’m really alive, not just living some comfortable facsimile. When I’m away from the sea for too long I feel stifled, and diving in to her welcoming waters is like a deep breath of fresh air. Most people think, “Dear God man, it’s winter/spring/autumn, the water will be freezing! You are so weird!” But honestly, it feels so good (especially when you walk back up the beach with the wind warming you) that to me it’s strange that people are afraid of it.
Reading:
The Iliad, Homer
The Martian Chronicles (The Silver Locusts), Ray Bradbury
Playing:
Soldat
Cave Story
Wolfenstien: Enemy Territory
Counter-Strike Source
Star Wars Knight Of The Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords
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