What are you, a woman or a walrus?
I just went to copy a poem down in one of the many notebooks I have of random quotations and poetry I come across, and discovered the book was full. Bugger. I'm one of those people who enjoy the sensation of writing with a pen over typing, even though typing is much faster. Now that I can't, its really annoying me. Must buy a new one on the morrow.
I'm also one of those people who, in order to feel satisfied, has to have some sort of purpose or goal. For the past two years the purpose/goal has been to save up and go on that trip. Now that it's done, I have to come up with something new. I have about a month to go until uni starts, so I'll have plenty of free time to think about it. Gah. Actually, that seemingly endless void of time has given me an idea - I really need to find a job, any job, since at this point I don't really care what it is as long as the pay is decent. That can be my goal for the rest of the year.
I read a story in the paper this morning about the Australian economy that has my hopes up about finding that job. Apparently we aren't actually in recession, but are in fact the 'world's fastest-growing major advanced economy'. Rather interesting, I thought, considering all the doom and gloom reports we've had lately. If more of my flist was Australian, I'd ask what you guys thought of it - as it is, only Mina and Bek qualify, and I doubt they'll read this. The article is below if you're interested.
http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,,25587889-3122,00.html
Death comes to me again, a girl
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
Dorianne Laux