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Le destin fabuleux de l'analise


Everything sounds better in French..

If you ever get the chance to listen to it (or if i love you enough that you can borrow it ) The Cat Empire do a fabuleux version of Hotel California in French. Freakin rad as

Restless farewell

My parents raised me and my brother on some pretty sweet mucis growing up. Gotta love a bit of Bob Dylan..

Jess and I found this golden piece in mooroolbark

The Moon is in the Gutter

In the darkness
even with my eyes closed
I sat there and sunk
the water flew from the tiles
and i blinked

The radio looked like an owl
and it sat there deep in its vocals
in its let down vocal
I sat there and waited for the overflow to come
but it sat there solid like ceramic bath
glistning but nothing more

I went under and
it sounded like relief
But i still couldn't breath
If i could have i would have stayed
forever and a day
deep in that dark
even with my eyes open
My skin peeled away but there was no new layer
only old wounds now
at the surface again

The ceramic bottom did nothing but groan under the pressure
I blinked and the owl did not move
but a change in its tone
Hysterical and let down
I sighed once more
in the dark
even with my eyes open

I tried to sink and block my ears
but it still filttered thru
still pulling at the string of the plug
Floating back up the contrast
was blunt and clear
There was a slit of light
coming from the rain blistered window

And still the owl sat
And still i sat
and blinked at the darkness
trying to see the light coming in

Looking for the baby Jesus (under the trash)

So its the lead up to one of the most consumeristic times of the year.

I am begining to detest the sound and sights of our seculer christmas. The idea that its all about the wants of the first person..I want that..thats mine.

It feels like one big competition..who has the best decorated house, the best newest toys...the most expensive gagets. The big companies must love sucking up to parents with this seasons 'must have' plastic fantastic, (batteries not included) hunk of crap.

I hate the talk of parents at this time of the year..especialy working in childcare: The bribery of santa.....even though the kid is smart enough to figure out they will, of course, get the goodies no matter how naughty or nice they have been.

To me it feels like its such a self-absorbed season. It may be just my synical self...but this is not what i belive christmas is, nor should be, about.

The truth is, this time of the year scares me. The people out there who have no way of being about to live up to seasonal expectations, who end up feeling shitty bacause they cant compeat with the Jones' up the road.

As u2 once sang..its like looking for the baby jesus under the trash

lashings of flaver

There can't be anything much better then chilled cherries on a hot summer evening....

linguistic bliss

Last night at work, I was reading to a little boy, who i used to look after when he was about 8 months old. He is almost 2 now.

I was pointing to different objects on the page and he was naming them. "teddy bear, plate, shoes...." all was going ace.

Then we found a picture of an umbrella, to which L's response was "bugger."

I was in stiches.