Day old blues

Coffee can do some funny things. Especialy when drunk late at night.

One of the many effects of such a night, is the grand opening of Trash and the Party Girl.

Riding the porcelain bus

Its a sad day when the receptionist at your doctors surgury know what your name as you walk thru the door. This has happend the last few times i have done the dash to the doctors.

Hmm...I wish parents didn't insist on bringing their sick children into childcare.
It always seems to result in me getting sick....this time its the over-rated gastro phenomena.

Last night at young adults, i started to go hot cold, hot cold...oh such pleasent times.
Not much sleep.. thank goodness for ipods and my U2 collection, thats all I can say.

I am dreading the idea of our youth group sleep over tommorow night......

Sigh...the life of riding the porcelain bus.

a true addicit

One of the six tees i ordered from Threadless

ponies foxes and the hokey pokey

Kids lolly bags these days are not as exciting as when i was younger.
It was one of the kids birthday in the room above me at work today...so i nicked a lolly bag :p
I was bitterly saddened by the experience... about 3 balloons, some funkyass jelly/lolly thing and i almost choked on whilst driving, and a few chocolate coins.
There was, however a very cool finger pupet monster thingy.


But please...bring back the milk bottles, ghost drops, chocolate freckles, red skins and the plethora of ace old-school lollies that are out there lurking away in your rusty memories.

With a red guitar on fire...

What a night...what a sweet sweet indescribable night.
No words can do it any justice...and i am not even going to try.

Wow..
The set list was as follows...
City Of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
I Will Follow
New Year's Day
Beautiful Day / Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (snippet) / Here Comes The Sun(snippet)
Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of
Angel Of Harlem
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
Love And Peace Or Else
Sunday Bloody Sunday / Rock The Casbah (snippet)
Bullet The Blue Sky / When Johnny Comes Marching Home (snippet) / The Hands That Built America (snippet)
Miss Sarajevo
Pride (In The Name Of Love)
Where The Streets Have No Name
One

Encore(s):The Fly
Mysterious Ways
With Or Without You / Never Tear Us Apart (snippet) / Love Will Tear Us Apart (snippet)
The Saints Are Coming
Desire
Kite

Such a great mix of old and new

One very happy camper :)

far away (so close!)

SWEET
tomorrow is THE day i have been waiting months for.
Yep...those out there who know me know that i like U2 quite a freaking bit.
And so tomorrow (i love you tomorrow) is the day..more to the point, night...when i get to see U2 :)

It only really hit me last saturday night, whilst watching a taped interview that Rove did with them, that it was actually a sweet week away till i got to see them!

I have decided that there is going to be NO U2 today or tomorrow...which is so bleeding hard for me :p

I looked up the set lists from the sydeny shows... and songs differ from night to night.

I am trying to remeber if i was this excited last time i saw them!

Man oh man

Its almost here!!!

Erm.......and if you actually read this blog.....
*Have you ever gone to a U2 concert before??
*What one??
Blah blah blah....my head is a one track minded kind

pinprick

Everytime in the last week that i have come on here, or anywhere in that case, to write, there has been nothing.

I am feeling pretty burnt out. I think thats what it is.

The last few weeks have been an emotional rollercoster, filled with tripping, flying and every thing in between. It feels like i have been about to jump out of a plane with no parachute.

I hate being at home at the moment. I feel like my head is going to explode whenever i hear the front door open and its family.

I am constantly tired, but lay awake for what feels like an age, before finally dropping off.

It feels like my lines are bleeding, and soon there wont be any of me left.

Tonight tonight
Smashing pumkins

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel

Believe, believe in me, believe
Believe that life can change
That youre not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight

And you know youre never sure
But your sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born

Believe, believe in me, believe
Believe in the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe theres not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight

We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, well feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you
tonight

swedish hotpants..

What do you get when you mix swedish musican José González and our own Kylie 'hot-pants' Minogue??

A damn fine version of 'Hand on your heart'

If you ever get the pleasure of hearing his cover....just make sure you get to hear it.

And we can now say that something good has come out of minogue..

Scouts honour...

So far the US record industry hasn't been able to stop illegal downloading using technology or suing children, and batman appears to be busy - So now they're pulling out the big guns - The Boy Scouts.
No Really!
A Boy Scout Troop in LA has joined the crusade to end music pirating with the new Respect Copyright Badge. In the past you could earn a badge for woodcarving, camping or fire-lighting skills.
Now the scouts can make their own public service announcements about the evil of copyrighting or visit a file share website and identify what files are copyrighted.

Up next – The Girl Guides cookies to combat crack.

found here

Synthetic wonderland

I was looking at the outside play area at work yesterday afternoon. It is a synthetic wonderland, full of plastic grass and plastic play. Everything is mans production.
The kids get told off for picking the leaves off the trees, which are, of course, planted behind a fence.
Thinking back to when i was a kid, one of my favourite things to do was to get done and dirty in...well dirt. Raking up the ground pretending to be farmers, picking flowers and weeds, picking the peaches pears and apples that we were so lucky to have on our property. Planting flowers, picking flowers, mowing the lawn, running bare footed (even when it resulted in rose thorns stuck well deep in the foot).
None of that is possible for many of the kids i work with. Whether it be they have no real yard to play in, to being a generation of cottenwool kids... or whatever the case...and they are definitly not getting it at childcare.
The fact that they get told off for doing 'normal' kids stuff, in exploring their environment is quite disheartning.
A big fake plastic wonderland.
I got home and got into the latest edition of Dumbo feather, pass it on, when i came across a couple of artists who are "putting the Jungle back into the Concrete."
Anna Hillman, and her Gurrilla Graphics, is simply bring forth the idea of experincing your environment

I think we are so busy in our lives, that we forget to just appericiate what natural beauty is surrounding us. We have forgotten the feel of dirt on our hands, the simple pleasures of a mudpie.....like when we were kids.

Trees by Simon Heijdens
Park(ing)! by Rebar group