Green Fields
Once, there were green fields, kissed by the sun,
Once, there were valleys where rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above,
Once they were part of an everlasting love.
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields ...
Faultline, 'Greenfields'
Not sure sometimes why I bother to update this thing. This isn't going to turn into one of those 'Waah! Noone reads my web-log' posts though.
I've been to a large number of anti-war protests lately. Just thought you all might like to know. Pointless waste of time though.
Scoop my brains, let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots.
In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun
As the blackbirds, and the toppyknots.
Augie March, 'Heartbeat and Sails'
I think I chose that quote because of its horrible inappropriateness, more than anything else. Do like the song a lot, though.
Things to do: work on project. Build CD rack. Hoover floor of room, which is strewn with the vacant cocoons of plague-caterpillars that dropped from rotting cardboard boxes as I unpacked my books. Write technology trend essay. As you can tell, university and its demands are slightly to impinge a little more deeply on the erstwhile-green pastures of my consciousness.
Had another top weekend. They seem thick on the ground at the moment. The rap-themed party at Adam and Tommo's place wasn't bad (although a bit more advance warning would have been good). Friday night coffee with Max in Leederville wasn't bad either. And last night I successfully tidied up several hundred books of mine, and reorganised all my official documents, archiving them neatly in a new portafile. This gave me the righteously contented thrill that being unusually anal (read: constructive) can sometimes produce. Side note: I returned Curse of the Mistwraith to the UniSFA library today. Now I'm not on committee I don't think I can justify holding it hostage. Not that I really could before. Was glad to see a Mercedes Lackey book being used as a blind-weight in the clubroom though.
The only real downer of the weekend was the noxious All Clubs Forum. What a feckin' waste of time. Firstly there was a one-and-a-half-hour sponsorship borezone from some twink in a suit. Guy had no clue. Thought university clubs would be looking for 6-figure sponsorship deals with mining companies. Couple this with crap delivery (nauseating Powerpoint display with reduced handouts of his crappy slides) and you have a real loser of a seminar. The SOC President admitted afterwards that it had been quite irrelevant and too long. She struck me as a bit of a moron. Following this we had a tour of the Club Resource Room (Maelkann standing there and saying 'This is a computer. So is this.') and a brainstorming (read: pukeworthy) session to try and think of ideas for crap replacements for the unavoidably crap Guild Mini O-Day (that was crap, so it got scrapped). One wonders why they insist on running an event that produces no tangible benefits for almost any club. Desire to seem more important or useful perhaps? Maybe I'm being a little over-negative here. But really, this forum was an incredible waste of time, and in particular had absolutely no bearing on any of the activities of the club I was there to represent, Unigames. I was also so tired during it I was falling asleep in my chair.
Max has bought stunt-pegs for her bike, Bruno. When attached to her front wheel they allow me to dink her with ease. I'll have to acquire similar accoutrements for Sylvie, I think (see if you can pick the literary reference by the way). Love you babe.
Once, there were green fields, kissed by the sun,
Once, there were valleys where rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above,
Once they were part of an everlasting love.
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields ...
Faultline, 'Greenfields'
Not sure sometimes why I bother to update this thing. This isn't going to turn into one of those 'Waah! Noone reads my web-log' posts though.
I've been to a large number of anti-war protests lately. Just thought you all might like to know. Pointless waste of time though.
Scoop my brains, let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots.
In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun
As the blackbirds, and the toppyknots.
Augie March, 'Heartbeat and Sails'
I think I chose that quote because of its horrible inappropriateness, more than anything else. Do like the song a lot, though.
Things to do: work on project. Build CD rack. Hoover floor of room, which is strewn with the vacant cocoons of plague-caterpillars that dropped from rotting cardboard boxes as I unpacked my books. Write technology trend essay. As you can tell, university and its demands are slightly to impinge a little more deeply on the erstwhile-green pastures of my consciousness.
Had another top weekend. They seem thick on the ground at the moment. The rap-themed party at Adam and Tommo's place wasn't bad (although a bit more advance warning would have been good). Friday night coffee with Max in Leederville wasn't bad either. And last night I successfully tidied up several hundred books of mine, and reorganised all my official documents, archiving them neatly in a new portafile. This gave me the righteously contented thrill that being unusually anal (read: constructive) can sometimes produce. Side note: I returned Curse of the Mistwraith to the UniSFA library today. Now I'm not on committee I don't think I can justify holding it hostage. Not that I really could before. Was glad to see a Mercedes Lackey book being used as a blind-weight in the clubroom though.
The only real downer of the weekend was the noxious All Clubs Forum. What a feckin' waste of time. Firstly there was a one-and-a-half-hour sponsorship borezone from some twink in a suit. Guy had no clue. Thought university clubs would be looking for 6-figure sponsorship deals with mining companies. Couple this with crap delivery (nauseating Powerpoint display with reduced handouts of his crappy slides) and you have a real loser of a seminar. The SOC President admitted afterwards that it had been quite irrelevant and too long. She struck me as a bit of a moron. Following this we had a tour of the Club Resource Room (Maelkann standing there and saying 'This is a computer. So is this.') and a brainstorming (read: pukeworthy) session to try and think of ideas for crap replacements for the unavoidably crap Guild Mini O-Day (that was crap, so it got scrapped). One wonders why they insist on running an event that produces no tangible benefits for almost any club. Desire to seem more important or useful perhaps? Maybe I'm being a little over-negative here. But really, this forum was an incredible waste of time, and in particular had absolutely no bearing on any of the activities of the club I was there to represent, Unigames. I was also so tired during it I was falling asleep in my chair.
Max has bought stunt-pegs for her bike, Bruno. When attached to her front wheel they allow me to dink her with ease. I'll have to acquire similar accoutrements for Sylvie, I think (see if you can pick the literary reference by the way). Love you babe.
