02:21 in the morning is a certain indication of the ’strange’ factor so far experienced this year. install wordpress 2.5 - done. now to fix the layout and solve world peace…

a bit shattered after a big night geeking with the lads…been a long time since i’ve played games until dawn…still a lot of fun

what a bloody busy week. too much work. way too crazy - good for the career (? - who wants one?) but bad for personal and mental health for sure. the long weekend just isn’t long enough!

up and down to sydney these days…could do without it. bit o fun these next few weekends though. huzzah! don’t people rock!?

competing in a triathlon? healthy.
eating a packet of tim tams on the drive home? unhealthy.

i am continually amazed at how stubbornly life manages to just keep on truckin’ on around me even at times when perhaps i’d prefer it chilled out and went into hybernation for a while. work is crazy,time is short, and all i’d really like to do is just be able to spend the first 6 months of this year plodding away at home at my music and a few good books…at least that’s what i’m trying to do…but other things and people are moving so fast around me that it’s beginning to _freak_me_out_a_little_.

my other big gripe at the moment is with people being all stoney-faced these days. why is it that kids can be so free with their emotions and seem all the more alive for it, while i find myself trying to disect the minutiae of facial responses offered to me in order to understand what people are thinking. it’s like in terms of communication we’ve regressed back to being babies again!

are you hungry? sad? do you need changing? aaaaargh!

sitting at the farm watching the it crowd with jaymis and co…weird. surreal in fact. my life wasn’t meant to be this awkward at home…aaaarck! who doesn’t love family, eh? eh?

oh gawd

eek…winter has arrived and it’s 5:30am so i’m procrastinating from getting out of the warm bed to go surfing…yaaaaawn! buggrit. much easier just to go get wet and be done with it. i love you long weekend.

farm? check.
big swell ‘morrow? check.
bit o’ grappa? check.
marshmallows? Mmm…mallows!

nath and flick are flying up tomorrow to check out the north coast real estate. couple this with the boost weekend and it’s gonna be a hoot!

back from holidays, back from nathan’s wedding, but not yet back to reality

it’s been a really good break, and whilst i can’t quite yet say i am sane again and all is well in the church of bear, i’ve certainly come a long way. as usual, nath swept in with a clean strain of logic without even meaning to. certainly a great man and i hope that he and flick have the most awesome life together!

the last week has coincided with reading narcissus & goldmund - a recommendation from michie that i’ll now pass on to everyone else. it’s a great book that tells a beautiful story and certainly sits well etc. etc. not quite the pirsig revelation but certainly something i can sympathise with. served as a healthy catalyst for some internal assessment which is always good.

it’s falling out as a rather bleak post…that wasn’t the original intention. the actual intention was to say that i had an awesome time off and thanks to all who made it so tops.

some music (of mine) will be making its way onto the interweb again soon; i’ve been tapping away at a few new tracks which will be helped along by my new drum kit purchase anyway, i’ll put it up sometime soon.

officially living the dream right now. my so called ‘quiet’ weekend turned into a multi-day festival of awesome. in the past 48 hours i’ve been surfing, fishing, wake boarding and scuba diving. i have rediscovered muscles long dormant; and even discovered a few new ones. all of them hurt.

but it’s been amazing. jg did such a great job of being his usual jg-ness to organise the whole thing. fucking spectacular. whoo. thanks mate.

r

there’s a third load of washing spinning around next door. scientests worldwide should be commended.

these may seem like two unrelated statements, until i proceed to further inform you that there had been a green ink pen spinning and churning around in there with a full load of clothes for the last half hour, and not a single drop of ink spilled.

just you try and tell me that they aren’t frickin’ magicians.