The Golden Mile?

It is nothing short of remarkable to me that in two days time I will have been home from Indonesia for 4 months. That time has flown.

Just like the bird from the Beatles song.

Has anyone been listening to the remastered Beatles album by the way? "Love". I think it's great, but I do feel a little cheated that George and Giles didn't take the concept a little bit further..... so much good material to pump into the mix. Ah well.

Last night was a pretty run-o-th-mill-but nonetheless a good one- however, the meal we consumed prior to dancing was delicious. Taj Tandoor on Rundle Street. Definitely some of the best Indian food I have had in Adelaide. Or anywhere probably. Except for in Manchester perhaps - what is the name of that street again??? The Golden Mile or something??? Hmmm I can't remember. In fact I can barely remember eating there at all - I do believe it was about 2 in the morning that I sat down to a full meal there. Somewhat bizarre.

Senile, senile.

Nothing is really annoying me this week as much as it was last week. So I can't really stoke up the irritated-o-meter. I was slightly irritated tonight that I didn't get to watch a full episode of Project Runway tonight which is my fave tv show of the moment (possibly with the exception of Sex & The City Re-Runs) but that isn't quite on the same level as concern over natural justice and fair trials etc etc.

Bon Voyage brother of mine - whatever you do get your bum over to Europe or risk being beaten up by me when you get home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow is my first overnight work trip. I have to drive myself in a borrowed car to the final destination which is a little daunting. I'm not exactly a veteran of country driving....... shall try to remember to take photo's.

Okies.

Well cuz oh wondrous possessor of knowledge about HTML....!- if you could tell me how to line everything up so neatly as you do on your blog, that would be lurvely.

And that concludes another uninspired post from me.

A Lesson in Unfocusedness

I have been attempting to come up with a theme for this post for several days, and haven’t been able to really come up with anything groundbreaking.

I was going to give you a list of all the things I have procrastinated from doing this week (college of law assignment, writing my admission essays for Uni in the USA, sweeping dust from the corners of my room ……)

I was going to give you a list of all the random cool things that I happened to do during the week (afternoon tea with Liberian Women’s Association, seeing a play at State Theatre, attending an Architecture exhibition on a whim and dancing with architects until the wee hours)

I was going to tell you all the things that annoyed me (the number of phone-calls it takes to connect a woman in crisis with the appropriate services, come here/go away boys with girlfriends, misogynist tour guides)

I was going to list some of the music that I love right now (The Presets, Special Patrol, the Mark Ronson cover of the Radiohead song “Just”)

But it’s all a little bit contrived!

One thing that is really annoying me at the moment is the thing going on with that sacked Minister in NSW. Regardless of what that guy is alleged to have done, everyone is entitled to be innocent until proven guilty, and to be afforded natural justice. And if you don’t agree, put yourself in that guys shoes and pretend you’re innocent, and then think about how much s*** you would now have to push uphill to demonstrate that fact. (And if anyone sees this as a tacit endorsement of sexual crimes, just try – that’s clearly not what I am saying).

It doesn’t matter what the crime is, or who the alleged criminal is, David Hicks, Milton Orkopolous, democratic societies were based on the right to a fair trial, and anyone who believes in those principles should be alarmed by the level of pre-judgement going on in this instance. People that have no idea what I am talking about should look here.

Rant rant rant.

I bought another Murakami book during the week (Hard-Boiled Wonderland….) it is yet to engross me, but I am definitely interested.

I am planning on going to see Ben Watt (one half of Everything But The Girl) in a couple of weeks, but he is on a couple of nights after Talvin Singh who I also want to see, and it might come down to a coin-toss.

Monday night drinks tomorrow. Another week of Parliament. Another weekend of dancing til my feet are covered in blisters. 5 weeks till Bali. College of Law assignments. Parliamentary Briefs. Community Cabinet. Wondering what my friends O/S are doing. 5 weeks till Bali again. 7 weeks till College of Law exams.

I really should stop writing in lists – it makes me sound sarcastic and bored, when right now I couldn’t be less so.

I have been tinkering with the blog format and will continue to do so until it is a little more spruced up. I am frustratingly limited by a lack of knowledge about HTML. Advice/mentoring welcomed…….and

Until a more coherent theme comes along.

Sampe nanti.

(Eeek - I almost forgot to say a big hello to my Granny - who debuted in the comments on the "habit" post - well done Gran!!!! and you were right! xxx)

We Weren't Just Bleeding Hearts.....

Exactly!
Originally uploaded by adelvice.

....we were right!

is my blog still looking weird?

apparently there have been gremlins eating my 1's and 0's and making my blog look weird - i am trying to resolve them.

The Frightening Force of Habit

I freaked out a bit yesterday afternoon. I am going to try and explain why but you might not get it. I will try anyway.

I was dropping my sister off at a sleepover yesterday afternoon, and as I was turning out onto the mainroad (a road I have driven on a thousand times) I almost turned the wrong way as though I was going to drive back to my old house.

By old house, I mean the one that my family moved out of while I was in Indonesia, and, the house that I haven't been able to bring myself to drive past since I have been back in Adelaide. In that split second where I was about to make the wrong turn, I had a rapid series of thoughts which basically was along the lines of "imagine if I drove past there and parked in the driveway" how easy it would be to slip back into the routine of that old house. To go back to the different way my life was when I lived there.

That series of thoughts brought on a realisation that for some reason made me feel sick - like, human beings are so inclined to just slip back into any old habit, revert back to any old way things used to be, because it is easy to do.

My memories of that house are so vivid, like, which windows and doors the drafts blow through, which door handles are dodgy, where the light switches are for particular rooms, strategic positions for ignoring my parents etc etc.

And then moving to a new house you have to find everything out again. And it seems really annoying to have to do that, when the house before it seemed pretty much fine, and you have to focus on the reasons that you moved, as opposed to the things u liked about the house at the time.

What a random rant. Moral of the story being, I almost turned into my old street to see the house I haven't been able to look at since I got back. And the fact that I knew it would be so easy to do totally freaked me out.

If you don't get it, I understand. The force of habit has just been on my mind so much that I had to write about it, even if this doesn't make sense.