Monthly Archives: April 2013
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I said farewell to my current role on Friday, and begin another chapter tomorrow. I feel pretty darn thankful for the opportunities I have and this is one of them.
Working in a theatre and being involved behind the scenes for the next six months will make me one happy man. Also a change of scenery, out of the CBD and by the coast instead. I better make the most of it, and also find a good coffee shop in the process.
Birthday also happens to be next week, though you really do get older and do really not care as much about making it something. My 7 year old self totally feels betrayed right now. I used to get really sad for my parents and my dogs as a kid, cause both seemed to have really lame birthdays. Even when I made a photo frame out of my old letterbox, it was an underwhelming gift to improve my Mum’s birthday. And making a peanut butter sandwich cake stack for my dog, just meant he was licking the roof of his mouth for the rest of the afternoon on his birthday, no real recognition. Silly dog… This golden retriever likes peanut butter though… It isn’t my one though, he is not with us anymore. And no, it wasn’t the peanut butter, I don’t think.
Now it is my turn to be fine with a dinner and a card that no money falls out of. Well until next year when it is my 30th and I am meant to have the best birthday ever right? Keep expectations high.
You know chairs, that you sit on? I discovered they dont always seem to work.
OK Sunday, lets have a relaxing day and do some writing for the big project. See where that takes me today. What are you gonna do, other than sit here?
Yes it is Lana Del Rey, who seems to get ridiculed every step of the way of her carer, but she has something that really reflects what this film looks like it will be about. Very Daisy-like.
Looking forward to this film, every so much. (Enid Blyton-esque of me I know).
I have only ever read the comic book version of The Great Gatsby by the clever Nicki Greenberg, but I assume I get the gist of it before I go see it.
Easter as we all know, arrived and disappeared again. We all may not know I that I am a sweet tooth and my fella was quite adamant that I gotta cut down on the sweets for Easter. So I had concluded like last year he wasn’t gonna get me an Easter egg.
So I was surprised when I woke up and I had the below.
They were dark chocolate and so “healthy”. The only catch was.. They immediately had names and personalities in my head. So they couldn’t be eaten. He should have seen that coming…
So I spent the Easter long weekend with them on the shelf. Happily looking on and having a good old duck time.
About a week later… Their good old duck time was over… As the shops were far and dinner was near and it was easier to sample the duck in front of me. Erasing their names in my head I are them… It was easier than I thought.
Several weeks later (yes this highlights the fact I haven’t written in a while), my fella opens the tub they originally were stored in to find the below:
He said it reminded him of the finale of the movie “Seven”. Whatever that means. I can’t recall why I left the head of one. Whether it was the admiration of the ornate characterisation that went into the making of the duck, or I simply was too appalled at myself for eating two ducks for dinner, and leaving the head of one if them meant it wasn’t two ENTIRE ducks.
On another note, I have gotten in the habit so much, as you may relate to… In saying “I love you” at the end of a call with my partner. Which I am sure most people do. And there is never too many times you can say that, just never want to lose it’s meaning.
Though a small fear has arose and almost has become a reality. My sub-conscious has told itself that I should say this at the end of every phone call. Whether it is my partner or not. So many many times at the end of a call, for example to a client at work, I have almost finished off our discussion about marketing by informing them I loved them. This story isn’t amusing, since it hasn’t actually happened YET. I have managed to fight off the instinct. But worry I will either say half of it then trail off… or the entire thing, leaving the other person unsure of what to say. Thanks brain.
It is a few weeks overdue, but the last of my Melbourne Food and Wine Festival/Bank of Melbourne Prizes is over.
The finale was a full day of Master Classes, during 2013’s Melbourne Food and Wine Festival. And in summary, I would PAY to do this again next year.
I am the type to shake my head at all those cooking reality shows, and I still will do so, but I think I have had a natural interest in cooking since I was a kid. I made up recipes and loosely followed other recipes on a Sunday afternoon, and then Mum would clean it up. (I will mention this was not something you volunteered to do, but I was just simply terrible at cleaning up). So back to the point, I thoroughly appreciated, especially Dan Lepard’s session on baking. There were four sessions all up and early on in the day when food samples came around I may have slipped an extra few than others. But I had no idea it would pretty much be constant food everywhere for the entire day.
So I say goodbye to the awesome experience that was this year of prizes and was so damn lucky to have won it. So the lesson, enter those random competitions you see. You never know when you will win, especially if you always tell everyone “I never win anything”.
This one is a year or so old now, and hey I may have already posted it before. I also made sure I chose one with a montage of photos of the artist, in case you were really missing out on your daily photo montage.
Such a beautiful song.