Grams (Of Effort) Per Litres (Of Love)

Chemistry joke, referring to the different units of concentration (g/L). Thanks for sitting through my nerd moment, moving on!...

Recently I put in thousands of kilograms of effort into something and so far have received zero love. Which, if effort was a solid substance, means I'm left with a mound of stale, crumbly and unnecessary effort. And it got me thinking about how much is taken for granted, how some things people expect from others without even the idea of giving something back crossing their minds.

This is me rambling, feel free to tune out.

I guess what I'm aiming at saying is do these people deserve the good deed/ sacrifice/ the politeness of others? I was hoping for a little love in return, even some simple understanding, but it seems maturity is lacking in my situation. Here's hoping that they realise the magnitude of what I've done for them hits home before they do this to someone else.

So I set a mission to you.

If you choose to accept.

The details are as following; try and do one good deed for someone before the week is out. And not just something so you can tick it off your list, really mean it when you do it. The feeling you get is phenomenal. And who knows, maybe someone might return the favour.

There, now isn't that corny of me?

Hi-ho silver, away!

- xx

Little Bit O' Ell Oh Vee Ee

New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...

What I would give to be in cold NY right now. 

I'm going to go ahead and be completely hypocritical right now and say I hate dramatics and that I'm going to try and keep this post simple.

The top three things I want right now;

1. One of those massive coffee's from De'Oro

2. A little more rain.

3. A copy of Charles Darwin's most famous work.

The top three things I need right now;

1. One of those massive coffee's from De'Oro

2. A night of undisturbed sleep

3. A hug. A really really big hug. 

New York is sounding blissful right now...

- xx

Find Those Umbrellas

It's early on a Sunday morning.... what the hell am I doing up?

Anywho, it seems like my prayers have been answered. Remember a few weeks back I asked for rain and for it to be possible that I get to wear a coat? Well the sky's are a healthy looking gray from dawn till dusk.

Rain has poured from the heavens without me completing a rain dance, and with it has come my opportunity to don my coats again and not look like a Siberian lost in a desert.

Although there may be warnings of flash floods, I say move all perishables above sea level and frolic in this wonderful phenomenon. 

Dance in it, laugh in it, get thorough soaked in it, whatever takes your fancy.

All my troubles are like the dirt on the pavement, accumulated after week on week of dry weather, now being washed away in a matter of days.

Just simply enjoy it.

- xx


Image courtesy of ~sarageotz

Untitled?

One of the rudest things ever, I find, is to be patronised by your friends.

Where sometimes they can be so condescending, arrogant and stubborn that they simply expect you to do whatever they say and agree with every pigheaded opinion that comes from their mouth?

And when they treat you like your worth nothing to them but expect the highest loyalties in return? No thank you. 

I don't think I can stand much more, to be honest.

Go to my happy place, go to my happy place...

-xx

Image from Phildeloup

Sweet Simplicity

I was sitting and waiting one evening for a phone call and I happened upon a very big bookcase. It was quite late at night, nearly midnight, when I came across a book by the man who does the cartoon Leunig that regularly appears in The Age.

When I read this I just silently said to myself, "Yes."

The poem I was reading didn't actually pose a question to me, but stated such a great and wholesome truth that I couldn't really think of anything else other than to agree with it.

I hope you enjoy it:...

Homes are quietly burning

Madness on the march

Lies move unresisted through the land

We stand by helpless as our lives are occupied

Faster than we understand

Collaborators wave their little flags

As ugliness takes over;

"Make a friend of ugliness," they say,

"Learn the language. Then you won't get hurt."

But you will - 

No matter how you crawl;

A knock on the door one night

A scuffle in the hall

Your heart rubbed in the dirt

"Alright!" you scream you indecision,

"Take the children - but leave the television!"

So you stand by useless

As childhood is trashed;

Innocence reviled;

The truth is bashed.

The home and the idea of home is set on fire

And still you stand by

As the goodness in your culture burns

And you stand there in the glow

Going, going ~ going with the flow.

Ah yes, The Flow! heaven help us.

One day you might be asked,

"How come you did not know what was going on?

Why did you not fight?"

"Fight?" you'll say,

"that's a thought that never occured."

That very word brings tears.

It will dawn on you, after all those painful years,

That to fight is one of the most

Beautiful, simple

And useful ideas.

From Leunigs' "Goatperson and Other Tales"

- xx