Namaste

...is the word I was trying to recall.

Firstly my brain came up with 'enchanté'.
But there were no lovely French folk that I was pleased to acquaint myself with.

Try again...

Next was 'shalom'.
Which was closer, I mean, there's some spirituality involved at least and it's a greeting.
Just no Jews about, so of little value to me at this point.

Keep trying little mind! C'mon, you can do it! I intoned with my best Arnie impression. You're getting closer...!

However, once my brain - synapses sparking with promise and effort - produced 'aspartame' I gave up.

Ah, bugger it.


Aloha all.



Some research for you: In Sanskrit the word is namah + te = namaste which means “I bow to you” - my greetings, salutations or prostration to you. The word ‘namaha’ can also be literally interpreted as "na ma" (not mine). Hmm. 'Not mine'. How apt. It has a spiritual significance of negating or reducing one's ego in the presence of another. Indeed, my ego is reduced.
Golly. The power of this Hindu word! Who knew?

wtf awakening

So, this morning I awoke from a dream (and, fortunately, did not wake up to find myself dead - I'm not looking for Michael Jackson media stuff, but can that guy* please stop saying that!) and, with my wits emerging immediately from this dream, I had a thought: Oh, I'm awake here too. People in non-dream life can be awake too.

What the hey?



* Brian Oxman, who was the Jackson family’s attorney for 20 years, says he was afraid the pop star would die from misuse of prescription drugs. He told reporters outside of UCLA Medical Center last night: “I have warned that one day Michael Jackson would wake up dead, and that I would not be silent if that was the case, because of the misuse of medications.” I think this would be a wtf awakening also.

Full of peace. Just full of it!!!

You know how doves and olive branches are supposed to be symbols of peace? Well right now the branches of my olive trees are brimming with doves; I've been taken over! Peaceful symbolism as far as the eye can see!

But, they're not so peaceful. They're sitting on these olive branches and pecking the crap out of them: hack! hack! hack! They're grabbing at it with their beaks and yanking away, tearing bits off the poor ol' olive branch. It's all destruction and mayhem out there!

I think I may have found the reason why the world ain't so peaceful. We got the symbols wrong! I'm about to email the UN now to alert them.

As soon as I'm done shooting at these bloody doves...

RECESSION OBSESSION!!! (or: Look at me ignoring that this is my 200th post)

I think there may be some economic troubles about the globe lately.

Just a feeling....


Look. Sorry for the sarcasm but I'm just a wee bit jaded about all this economic crisis, recession, blah, blah, blah talk. I mean, as if it isn't enough hearing about it in every political and business news story, but now it's getting to be the new happening trend. I mean, it's infiltrating every kind of story. We're not only being inundated with advice on how to pinch pennies and go back to cooking the old fashioned and economical way, or to grow your own veggies at home, or even the stories about swapping your clothes with others' so that you all save money (and let's not forget the reuse your reuseables stories). What's really got to me has been how many article or 'news' story headings use the Recession/Economic Crisis as a theme. Has anyone else noticed this? Like it's trendy. And here I have my prime example from the latest Weekend Australian:

Prepare for cutbacks

is the giant headline in the...



...gardening section.



An article on tree pruning.




I just can't take it anymore...

Freak Eee

I finally got around to purchasing a David Sedaris novel (Naked) to read - the guy absolutely cracked me up when I heard him reading some of his material aloud on the radio. The book was ok but I was a little underwhelmed after my slightly soaring expectations.*

So... today I had to put my finished tome somewhere and I considered getting some credit for it at the local secondhand bookstore, but (speaking of secondhand...) on the other hand, I thought, it might be a good idea to keep it and pass it along to others who might like to read it. Unconsciously, I flicked the book open and immediately laid my eyes upon this line:

I thought I might throw the book away or maybe even burn it, but like a perfectly good outgrown sweater, it seemed a shame to destroy it when the world was full of people who might get some use out of it.

Righto then...!


Kinda freaky when stuff like that happens eh? Almost as freaky as when someone announces yet another tour after their farewell tour The Last Time... which obviously should have been called The Nearly Last Time, followed by Almost the Last Time, and now this one would be called Could Maybe Be The Last Time Or At Least The Penultimate But Don't Hold Your Breath Tour.



* Looks like I'm not the only one. Just read this when looking for a link for the book.

Weather or not

You may have noticed, and I'd like to delude myself that you have, that I've been away. Well I'm back now and I've developed a theory about myself and my special talents... (or talent).

I spent some time in southern Victoria over Christmas and the weather was colder than a Perth winter. I returned to WA to see Vic was suffering temperatures in the 40s. In February I flew back to stay in Vic for a couple of months and it had wonderfully cosy weather! The poor place has been in a terrible drought for years but whilst I was there it persisted in being rainy and grey and was lovely weather for being inside with a hot cup of tea and a good book. Perth meanwhile suffered less rain than ever... until I returned the other day. Now it's been raining (is pissing down as I type this) and today it will rain so much there's to be 'localised flooding'. Should be quite a storm actually as they've predicted winds up to 125km (I have stoically responded to the repeated weather warnings today by bringing in my wind chime).

So, my theory is that my talent lies in enhancing an area's rainfall and general storminess/cosiness. I am feeling quite chuffed about this actually and shall enjoy my heightened status above the rest of the less weather-influential hoi polloi... until either:

a) today's storm destroys half of Perth with thousands left homeless/roofless/fenceless (defenceless! the state then invaded by washed up hordes of refugees), or,

b) the Chinese government gives up that cloud seeding stuff over their arid agricultural areas and in turn kidnap me in order to persuasively host me around the place as needs arise.


Until then I shall daydream about all the monetary gains to be, um, gained by, uh, me. Wonderful, weathery me.

Sneaky, sneaky...

Not only has Rudd (or his overly eager (to not help) press secretary) tried to lie about being a big ol' meany to a flight attendant over his dietary requirements, plus hidden the Chinese propaganda minister's visit to the lodge, but now he's even hiding the fact that he has bikies over to the Lodge!

OMG!

He's obviously really a big bully*, a Communist and a devout member of the Hells Angels.
Gosh. I just feel so deceived... Next we'll be hearing that he's been to a strip joint more than once! AND opened his eyes! *sniff* *sigh*




* When his blood sugar's low.