One of my lovely friends has come up with a nifty public art installation project, called aMoment.
The aMoment gang has taken 100 teacups (and saucers), filled them with soil and planted a forget-me-not in each.
In the early hours of this morning they then placed and then photographed each of the teacups at various spots in Flinders Lane, Melbourne. They went back later on to see if people were taking them... which they were!
Such a gorgeous idea - follow the progress here: http://amomentmelbourne.wordpress.com/
Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
A Playlist A Day...
Most days I tend to be rather boring with my choice of iPod selection. I have a few playlists of "current faves" that I listen to over and over and over.
When I say "current faves", that's exactly what I mean because they're entitled "Current Faves" and "Current Faves - Slow". These two playlists (which are regularly updated), are in addition to the "Classical", "Glee", "Spandau", "Carole, James & The Fab Four", "Train Tunes" and "Concentrators" playlists which also feature on fairly high rotation, depending on the activity.
But occasionally, just occasionally, I like to set my iPod to shuffle and see what gems out of the 7,313 songs currently on there it chooses to throw at me. Some days it's a right disappointment... I remember one day in particular every second song was John Mayer. Horrendous. I didn't even know I had his albums... I think I must have burned an old flatmate's CDs one day when I was burning every CD in sight.
Anyway.
This morning as I was setting off for the station, I decided to give shuffle a bit of a go. To be honest, I was getting mighty sick of Glee's versions of Beth and Poker Face. I needed to give them a rest before I boycotted them altogether. So I set it to shuffle and lo and behold, I was rewarded with some cracking numbers. To give you an idea of my eclectic musical taste, I thought I'd share them with you.
Firstly though, those of you unaware of my musical blog history might want to read up a bit.
OK. All caught up? Not too revolted by some of my favourite tunes? Great. So here we go.
The Great Shuffle of Monday 19 July 2010:
So hands up who thinks that's a bit of a cracker list? Wait, I can't touch type with one arm in the air.
I'm inspired to utilise shuffle a bit more often.
Or turn this morning's shuffle into it's own playlist for frequent listening...
Anyway. It's late and I'm desperate for a bit of shut-eye. Nighty night!
When I say "current faves", that's exactly what I mean because they're entitled "Current Faves" and "Current Faves - Slow". These two playlists (which are regularly updated), are in addition to the "Classical", "Glee", "Spandau", "Carole, James & The Fab Four", "Train Tunes" and "Concentrators" playlists which also feature on fairly high rotation, depending on the activity.
But occasionally, just occasionally, I like to set my iPod to shuffle and see what gems out of the 7,313 songs currently on there it chooses to throw at me. Some days it's a right disappointment... I remember one day in particular every second song was John Mayer. Horrendous. I didn't even know I had his albums... I think I must have burned an old flatmate's CDs one day when I was burning every CD in sight.
Anyway.
This morning as I was setting off for the station, I decided to give shuffle a bit of a go. To be honest, I was getting mighty sick of Glee's versions of Beth and Poker Face. I needed to give them a rest before I boycotted them altogether. So I set it to shuffle and lo and behold, I was rewarded with some cracking numbers. To give you an idea of my eclectic musical taste, I thought I'd share them with you.
Firstly though, those of you unaware of my musical blog history might want to read up a bit.
OK. All caught up? Not too revolted by some of my favourite tunes? Great. So here we go.
The Great Shuffle of Monday 19 July 2010:
- Mother Nature's Son - Sheryl Crow (covering The Beatles - from the movie 'I Am Sam')
- Feelin' Alright - Huey Lewis (covering Joe Cocker - from the movie 'Duets')
- Skin Feeling - Crowded House
- Centrefold - J. Geils Band
- Young Americans - David Bowie
- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters
- Baggy Trousers - Madness
- Free to Decide - The Cranberries
- First Kiss - They Might Be Giants
- I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany
- I'm Your Man - Wham
- Crazy Arms - Patsy Cline
- Rock With You - Michael Jackson
- First Cut Is the Deepest - Rod Stewart
- Mercy - Duffy
- Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell
- Walking on Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves
- Viva Las Vegas - Elvis Presley
- You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly! - Peter Pan (from the Disney movie)
- In the Air Tonight - Phil Collins
- All Night Long - Lionel Richie
- Something in the Way She Moves - The Beatles
- Roads - Portishead
- Broken Wings - Mr Mister
- Orange Coloured Sky - Natalie Cole
So hands up who thinks that's a bit of a cracker list? Wait, I can't touch type with one arm in the air.
I'm inspired to utilise shuffle a bit more often.
Or turn this morning's shuffle into it's own playlist for frequent listening...
Anyway. It's late and I'm desperate for a bit of shut-eye. Nighty night!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Snap²
Earlier this year, I mused upon how cool it would be to have a little camera attached to my glasses to capture the weird and wonderful things I notice every day.
Well today was another of those days.
This morning I was walking along the train platform waiting for the 10.36am into the city. As I sat down on the dark green bench, I stole a glance at the girl seated next to me. I couldn't tell you whether she was blonde or dark, tall or short, slender or chubby. But I can tell you exactly what she was wearing, because it was simply fascinating.
The first thing I noticed were the shoes. Bright green ballet pumps.
Then the handbag. A slightly darker shade of green, but still quite bright.
Then the tights. White opaque. Like I used to wear when I was a little kid. Now this girl was at least mid/late-20s. Takes a brave woman to wear white opaque tights for everyday purposes (i.e. not a nurse). I couldn't do it... I'd feel like a numpty.
Anyway, back to the outfit. Then we had the coat. Knee length, double breasted, 1940s style. In a deep, dark green.
At this point I just had to know. The dress. Was the dress green too? I surreptitiously looked a little closer.
Yes.
The dress was green. The same green as the coat, but with white spots.
So much coordination. I could barely contain my excitement.
But there was more. She was knitting. It was just only a few rows, so I couldn't tell what it was going to be, but the wool was white and (wait for it...) green.
Clearly this girl has a thing for green.
Love it.
Sadly, she jumped on a different carriage to me, so I didn't see her again. Maybe she thought I was a bit odd or rude, by checking out her outfit, but I was just so impressed with the coordination. It was gifted.
Anyway, on the train I went back to reading my book. Martin Kemp's autobiography. Not the best autobiography I've ever read, but interesting nonetheless. Anyway, I finished it, put it back in my bag and then glanced out of the window just as we were pulling into North Melbourne station. Platform 6 caught my eye, because it was empty, apart from one old man.
He was staring at the train as it went past him, almost as if he was trying to spot someone he knew. Clamped in his mouth was a pipe, big puffs of smoke made his eyes squint somewhat. Or maybe that was just because his eyesight was bad. He wasn't wearing glasses, so maybe it was just the effects of the smoke.
In any case, I couldn't help but stare back at him. Not just because he was the only person on the platform, or because he was puffing away on an old-school pipe (something I've rarely seen since the days when my Grandpa Bill was still alive), but mostly because of what he was wearing.
He was quite nattily turned out. A pair of beige slacks, brown belt and shoes. Couldn't quite make out the shirt, but there was a cravat. And it was green. Then there was the blazer... again, green. Dark green. Same colour as the coat of my earlier bench companion. And finally, a beige fedora with... yep. That's the one. A green trim.
I couldn't help but let out a little snicker of joy.
Two completely coordinated generations of people. Made my heart happy.
I only wish I could have seen them standing side by side.
And taken a photo.
Well today was another of those days.
This morning I was walking along the train platform waiting for the 10.36am into the city. As I sat down on the dark green bench, I stole a glance at the girl seated next to me. I couldn't tell you whether she was blonde or dark, tall or short, slender or chubby. But I can tell you exactly what she was wearing, because it was simply fascinating.
The first thing I noticed were the shoes. Bright green ballet pumps.
Then the handbag. A slightly darker shade of green, but still quite bright.
Then the tights. White opaque. Like I used to wear when I was a little kid. Now this girl was at least mid/late-20s. Takes a brave woman to wear white opaque tights for everyday purposes (i.e. not a nurse). I couldn't do it... I'd feel like a numpty.
Anyway, back to the outfit. Then we had the coat. Knee length, double breasted, 1940s style. In a deep, dark green.
At this point I just had to know. The dress. Was the dress green too? I surreptitiously looked a little closer.
Yes.
The dress was green. The same green as the coat, but with white spots.
So much coordination. I could barely contain my excitement.
But there was more. She was knitting. It was just only a few rows, so I couldn't tell what it was going to be, but the wool was white and (wait for it...) green.
Clearly this girl has a thing for green.
Love it.
Sadly, she jumped on a different carriage to me, so I didn't see her again. Maybe she thought I was a bit odd or rude, by checking out her outfit, but I was just so impressed with the coordination. It was gifted.
Anyway, on the train I went back to reading my book. Martin Kemp's autobiography. Not the best autobiography I've ever read, but interesting nonetheless. Anyway, I finished it, put it back in my bag and then glanced out of the window just as we were pulling into North Melbourne station. Platform 6 caught my eye, because it was empty, apart from one old man.
He was staring at the train as it went past him, almost as if he was trying to spot someone he knew. Clamped in his mouth was a pipe, big puffs of smoke made his eyes squint somewhat. Or maybe that was just because his eyesight was bad. He wasn't wearing glasses, so maybe it was just the effects of the smoke.
In any case, I couldn't help but stare back at him. Not just because he was the only person on the platform, or because he was puffing away on an old-school pipe (something I've rarely seen since the days when my Grandpa Bill was still alive), but mostly because of what he was wearing.
He was quite nattily turned out. A pair of beige slacks, brown belt and shoes. Couldn't quite make out the shirt, but there was a cravat. And it was green. Then there was the blazer... again, green. Dark green. Same colour as the coat of my earlier bench companion. And finally, a beige fedora with... yep. That's the one. A green trim.
I couldn't help but let out a little snicker of joy.
Two completely coordinated generations of people. Made my heart happy.
I only wish I could have seen them standing side by side.
And taken a photo.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
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Back in January, I set myself a challenge to post at least 52 times in 2010.
Observant readers of this blog will notice that my previous post on the erstwhile 80s glam-rock pin-up turned porky drunk driver Vince Neil, marked my 52nd entry for the year. What a topic for me to pick. Onya m_m. Let's attempt to lift the game on the topic front, shall we?
[administers slap to head]
So anyway, I think it might be time to set myself a new challenge on number of blog posts for the year. It is, after all, the beginning of a new financial year here in Australia. What better time to set new goals?
Trouble is, I think 104 (double 52) is a bit too predictable. So I would like YOU to suggest a number for me.
Suggestions on a postcard please. Or in the comments field below. Your choice.
In the meantime, I'm going to get onto the wearing of the 52 different pairs of shoes, which I have so far neglected rather badly. I blame my inability to comfortably wear stilettos anymore. Signs of ageing, much.
Observant readers of this blog will notice that my previous post on the erstwhile 80s glam-rock pin-up turned porky drunk driver Vince Neil, marked my 52nd entry for the year. What a topic for me to pick. Onya m_m. Let's attempt to lift the game on the topic front, shall we?
[administers slap to head]
So anyway, I think it might be time to set myself a new challenge on number of blog posts for the year. It is, after all, the beginning of a new financial year here in Australia. What better time to set new goals?
Trouble is, I think 104 (double 52) is a bit too predictable. So I would like YOU to suggest a number for me.
Suggestions on a postcard please. Or in the comments field below. Your choice.
In the meantime, I'm going to get onto the wearing of the 52 different pairs of shoes, which I have so far neglected rather badly. I blame my inability to comfortably wear stilettos anymore. Signs of ageing, much.
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