"...the polkadots fill my eyes...and I don't know why..."
The original version of "Cruisin'" (you know, the empty orchestra duet number from Nam) by Smoky Robinson was on the radio just before. Hadn't heard it before, and I think I prefer the remake, as much I as sometimes abhor Gwyneth Paltrow.
It would seem also that Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise have gotten engaged. I don't have a good feeling about their little union. But I'll spare you a rant; as that could get rather boring. albauk knows my feelings about it. I saw her on Rove last night...she kept repeating herself at the start of the interview, cos she was too preoccupied with trying to hold her little communication device-y thing (can't remember the word for it...) still in her ear. She hasn't really changed much since her "Dawson's Creek" days I noticed...but oh well.
I heard on the radio on Friday morning, that there is, apparently a massive chocolate sculpture of Elton John at Madame Taussaud's Wax Museum in London. (Been there. It is quite seriously awesome...) They had people ring in and tell them which celebrity they would like to see sculpted out of chocolate, and now, ladies and gentleghouls, I put the same question to you. In fact, give me your top five chocolate-worthy celebrities! I would pick:
1) Johnny Depp
2) Colin Firth
3) Ewan McGregor
4) Alan Rickman
5) Bono
I have a fair idea fallbackschism would be keen to fight me for 1), either that or she'd go for the gentleman she's currently got up on her wall right now. *wink* Pretty sure I know who miriamus would choose as well!
Currently, I'm a poetry folio and an Art History exam away from a degree. Must remind myself to call into Fine Arts and pick up both my test script and my essay, cos I have no idea of how well I'm doing in the course (not well, I imagine), and I need to know just how much study needs to be done, before the exam on the 27th. Poetry portfolio is due Monday. Am currently working on my found piece, which I have christened "Observant", and is taking shape quite nicely, or so to speak. Am using the topics of a bad habit, Vermeer, some random newspaper headings, kissing trees, Internet addiction, and those nodding head dogs in car windows (thanks, mickwanny!). I did have also "on swimming up the Avon in my best Mickey Mouse T-shirt" (inspired by the cover of the latest "Pavement" magazine), but I've a feeling this poem is going to be long enough...I'll post it when I'm done, it's completely off the wall!
I discovered last night how hard it is to write a poem about abortion from an objective point of view. Duh. For the most part, I'm against abortion, although I always try my best to consider the grey areas, and think about just why women might choose to make that choice. It's just a touchy one, and there's so many horrible questions, such as "would you choose to have a child that was a result of a rape"? I would like to say yes...but I don't know, and I won't know unless I find myself in that situation.
Basically, I was trying to portray an abortion as a terrifying and wrenching experience, no matter what the circumstance. I, the observer in the poem, am hoping that she will change her mind, but I try not to be condemning or self-righteous to my subject...though I fear it will seem that way. I don't know if I like it or not- I like some of the imagery I use. Might not post it on here...could be a bit controversial.
I also have a feminist Christian poem (although, I guess if I were truly "feminist", I'd be pro-choice? Oh, whatever...), which I'll post here once I've tidied it up a bit. Some of you will totally dig it, others of you will hate it. Maybe I shouldn't post that either...
In other news, I'm looking around for another job. I'm happy at Whitcoulls, but I very much doubt the original working full time plan is going to eventuate. It's pretty much a given that I can't get full time hours at Riccarton, so the the boss has emailed some of the other stores in Christchurch to see if there's anything going- and from what I understand, she's not heard anything back. So, I'm going to be proactive about it, and ring around some of the other Christchurch branches tomorrow (or at least those that are open Sunday). Apparently Hornby is short-staffed at the moment. I don't want to keep hassling Anna about it- she's got me some extra hours, which I'm totally grateful for, and no doubt she's got plenty of other stuff on her plate.
I had a discussion with the mother figure about the situation, and she reckons I'm short-changing myself, and that I need a job where I'll be using more of my skills, and learning more about the media, and getting more experience. She sent me a few websites, and so far I've emailed Radio Network and Canterbury's Digest, and will ring the Christchurch Star on Monday. I also emailed the Canterbury University Press (seeing as I want to go into publishing, that might be useful), and might also try the Christchurch Public Library- a girl from one of my writing classes last year has a job there, so I might contact her and ask. Will also get a paper and check out the vacancies.
If it all works out with Whitcoulls, of course I'll stay there. If not...I'll have to get back to the drawing board, otherwise I won't be able to support myself, which was the original plan.
I think I've got myself a flat jacked up for next year. Exciting times. Pretty sure I will be staying in Christchurch. That could change, but it's what I want for the moment.
Other stuff...well there's a bit of emo crap (of the one tear variety- kphoebe knows what I'm talking about! ;)) going down, but that can wait for next time. It's all very boring, really. Basically, I'm almost 21, acting like a giddy 13-year-old, and I hate it.
Better go finish this poem...might start a new one.
Buona notte
It would seem also that Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise have gotten engaged. I don't have a good feeling about their little union. But I'll spare you a rant; as that could get rather boring. albauk knows my feelings about it. I saw her on Rove last night...she kept repeating herself at the start of the interview, cos she was too preoccupied with trying to hold her little communication device-y thing (can't remember the word for it...) still in her ear. She hasn't really changed much since her "Dawson's Creek" days I noticed...but oh well.
I heard on the radio on Friday morning, that there is, apparently a massive chocolate sculpture of Elton John at Madame Taussaud's Wax Museum in London. (Been there. It is quite seriously awesome...) They had people ring in and tell them which celebrity they would like to see sculpted out of chocolate, and now, ladies and gentleghouls, I put the same question to you. In fact, give me your top five chocolate-worthy celebrities! I would pick:
1) Johnny Depp
2) Colin Firth
3) Ewan McGregor
4) Alan Rickman
5) Bono
I have a fair idea fallbackschism would be keen to fight me for 1), either that or she'd go for the gentleman she's currently got up on her wall right now. *wink* Pretty sure I know who miriamus would choose as well!
Currently, I'm a poetry folio and an Art History exam away from a degree. Must remind myself to call into Fine Arts and pick up both my test script and my essay, cos I have no idea of how well I'm doing in the course (not well, I imagine), and I need to know just how much study needs to be done, before the exam on the 27th. Poetry portfolio is due Monday. Am currently working on my found piece, which I have christened "Observant", and is taking shape quite nicely, or so to speak. Am using the topics of a bad habit, Vermeer, some random newspaper headings, kissing trees, Internet addiction, and those nodding head dogs in car windows (thanks, mickwanny!). I did have also "on swimming up the Avon in my best Mickey Mouse T-shirt" (inspired by the cover of the latest "Pavement" magazine), but I've a feeling this poem is going to be long enough...I'll post it when I'm done, it's completely off the wall!
I discovered last night how hard it is to write a poem about abortion from an objective point of view. Duh. For the most part, I'm against abortion, although I always try my best to consider the grey areas, and think about just why women might choose to make that choice. It's just a touchy one, and there's so many horrible questions, such as "would you choose to have a child that was a result of a rape"? I would like to say yes...but I don't know, and I won't know unless I find myself in that situation.
Basically, I was trying to portray an abortion as a terrifying and wrenching experience, no matter what the circumstance. I, the observer in the poem, am hoping that she will change her mind, but I try not to be condemning or self-righteous to my subject...though I fear it will seem that way. I don't know if I like it or not- I like some of the imagery I use. Might not post it on here...could be a bit controversial.
I also have a feminist Christian poem (although, I guess if I were truly "feminist", I'd be pro-choice? Oh, whatever...), which I'll post here once I've tidied it up a bit. Some of you will totally dig it, others of you will hate it. Maybe I shouldn't post that either...
In other news, I'm looking around for another job. I'm happy at Whitcoulls, but I very much doubt the original working full time plan is going to eventuate. It's pretty much a given that I can't get full time hours at Riccarton, so the the boss has emailed some of the other stores in Christchurch to see if there's anything going- and from what I understand, she's not heard anything back. So, I'm going to be proactive about it, and ring around some of the other Christchurch branches tomorrow (or at least those that are open Sunday). Apparently Hornby is short-staffed at the moment. I don't want to keep hassling Anna about it- she's got me some extra hours, which I'm totally grateful for, and no doubt she's got plenty of other stuff on her plate.
I had a discussion with the mother figure about the situation, and she reckons I'm short-changing myself, and that I need a job where I'll be using more of my skills, and learning more about the media, and getting more experience. She sent me a few websites, and so far I've emailed Radio Network and Canterbury's Digest, and will ring the Christchurch Star on Monday. I also emailed the Canterbury University Press (seeing as I want to go into publishing, that might be useful), and might also try the Christchurch Public Library- a girl from one of my writing classes last year has a job there, so I might contact her and ask. Will also get a paper and check out the vacancies.
If it all works out with Whitcoulls, of course I'll stay there. If not...I'll have to get back to the drawing board, otherwise I won't be able to support myself, which was the original plan.
I think I've got myself a flat jacked up for next year. Exciting times. Pretty sure I will be staying in Christchurch. That could change, but it's what I want for the moment.
Other stuff...well there's a bit of emo crap (of the one tear variety- kphoebe knows what I'm talking about! ;)) going down, but that can wait for next time. It's all very boring, really. Basically, I'm almost 21, acting like a giddy 13-year-old, and I hate it.
Better go finish this poem...might start a new one.
Buona notte