Palegoldenrod

On my walk to work this morning I saw a young man on office attire sitting on some steps near the Arts Centre, back from the path a little. Quite still, leant forward, elbows on knees, face lowered and trailing tears. Not more than ten metres away the endless throng of morning pedestrians surged along the path, throwing occasional glances at him but continuing on, detached.

I walked over, put down my backpack, knelt in front of him and gently asked if he was ok. He raised his eyes to me, and blinked. I touched the top of his hand gently and ask again, “Are you ok? Is there anything I can help you with? Can I get you some water?”

He blinked again. “No… no. I’m fine,” he croaked, putting his hand on mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you. Thank you for asking”.

“Are you sure? I can sit here a while if you like.”

He shook his head slowly and smiled a little, dismissively, I thought. “Thank you. I’m ok.”

I nod. “I hope everything is ok.” I give his hand a squeeze, pick up my bag and continue my walk. I turned back to see him looking after me, hundreds of anonymous faces hurrying around me, past him. A heartbeat’s time before I disappear into that crowd.

I hope he’ll be ok.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see

I’d put you in the mirror

I put in front of me

I put in front of me.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Pale Blue Eyes, Velvet Underground

I don’t know. I’m just digging this song this afternoon. nods to self

I finally posted again on Kleene Code! Poor neglected old blog…. pats it fondly

Here’s the gist (not my best writing, but hey… I’m working on two hours sleep here, all my fault):

“Last week I had the pleasure of attending Web Directions South in Sydney – a conference I’d long heard about but had never had the chance (and good timing) to attend until this year. There were many great presentations there and the one I’d like to introduce you to first is by one brilliant Dmitry Baranovskiy. Dmitry built a javascript library called Raphael which essentially provides a lightweight, cohesive solution for vector graphics across browsers from IE6 onwards, including iPhone and iPad.

Why do you care? So. Many. Reasons.”

http://www.kleenecode.net/2010/10/20/raphaeljs/

I woke up very early this morning to find a lovely email from a friend of mine with nothing but this link. D’awwww.

The Benson Campaign – Something About You

I just wanted to share it with you all because it made me smile, and I heart you guys. ^_^

<3

A stranger. We sit on rocks on the beach in that odd part of night where the moon looks surreal and everything seems made of quicksilver. The air is crisp. It’s been raining and my nostrils are full of the smells of sand and ocean and freshness. My mind is full of everything and nothing.

Toby gently finger-picks his guitar as he talks.

“For music it’s easier sometimes… It can be a memory that brings it out. But you have to be careful with the blues because the memory is most likely a sad one. You need to make sure it’s from the right place, you know.”

He pauses to let the guitar come through. This has been the last few hours of my life: conversation over guitar tinkering, punctuated by those pauses… to listen to the music. To reflect. To gather one’s thoughts. We don’t know each other but this seems to come naturally to us both and I’m glad – it’s been a while since I’ve been so comfortably quiet in someone’s company. There are a very few people I know in Melbourne who would enjoy company in silence (mostly male, I observe wryly) but even then some situations would suit it more than others and those well suited seem rare occurrences these days.

“It can’t come from a place that’s too intense – from a place where you died a little. Well, you can’t sing or play that. That’s passion dying, that is, when you feel that part of you die… You’re lost if your passion dies. No, it needs to come from that other place.”

He’s talking mostly to himself. Musing aloud. His speech is relaxed – he’s in no hurry. There’s time. I used to be like that, I thought. Smooth, chilled mind. Or it could just be part of the New Orleans accent that I’ve not grown used to. Or it could be the touch of herb in that smoke hanging off his lip. I grin quietly to myself.

“A person needs to have that place, you know,” he said slowly, letting each phrase hang there for a moment before carrying on. “Where your feet touch the ground, but don’t at the same time… Where the music comes from… Where the feeling comes from.”

I nod and accompany his playing with a quiet and unamazing harmony on the mandolin. This sort of talk doesn’t come easily to everyone, making it even more remarkable that this conversation was taking place.

“You know the place I’m talking about. You seem the kind of person who knows it.”

His hat hides his face from the moonlight, but I can feel his eyes are on me. The guitar is a counterpoint to the waves gently running up the sand a few metres from us. I look out at the play of light on the water, threads of my mind turning over different thoughts, memories, feelings and senses. Yes, I know the place you’re talking about. I used to live it, and now my fingers brush against the outside every now and then. I say nothing. I don’t feel like I need to.

“You think you’re lost, don’t you?” Toby says finally. “A lost soul. You can’t find what you’re looking for.”

He stares at me for a long while before returning his gaze to the ocean and changing the tune he’s playing. He falls silent again and I realise my fingers have halted lightly on the strings.

I wonder how someone I barely know can have read me so well. Maybe I haven’t had enough one-on-one “real” conversations with people on my wavelength lately. Too many crowded bar conversations, too much social media, too much whiskey. Too much time with erratic minds in erratic states. Too much haze. Not enough clarity. To much rush. Not enough calm. Not enough space. Too affected by what’s around me rather than maintaining equilibrium as I once could.

“That’s why you keep on that phone of yours, now, I think, ” he interrupts my tumbling thoughts, referring to my habit of checking my phone and playing with twitter. Earlier in the evening he’d taken my phone away from me in an attempt to get me to pay more attention to him – I’d zoned out a few times in conversation. “Are you looking for it there? I can tell you it’s not there.”

His posture settles back a little, a sign he’s not likely to speak again for a while. His fingers go on caressing the strings.

“I’m not even sure I know what it is,” I murmur, admiring the crescent moon and rejoining the music-making. Even as I say it I know it’s not entirely true. Home. That feeling of Home. I’d had it in the arms of someone I love and in the company of some very few close friends who are in step with me. I’d had it in short stretches and for certain experiences during and since travelling. I see glimpses of it in some places in my life that have yet to play out, parts of my life that hold untested potential for amazing things. I know that Home – that feeling of knowing you’re in the right place, even just for that moment – is part of it for me and that the thought of finding it again (or ever) is something that frequently occupies a thread of my mind.

I wonder then how much that city babble and chaotic energy has affected my once-clear thinking and immediately afterward am forced to acknowledge that much of it is my choosing. I use twitter heavily, compulsively. When I follow someone I think of it as inviting them into my living room. In effect I guess I constantly have about 180 people in my living room talking, venting, whinging, joking, squeeing, being cute and at times vulgar. A constant babble and in some ways with its own social politics baggage that seems, as I think of it, glaringly obvious and equally as unwanted. A far-too-large part of my socialising is at night and involves drinking in a noisy and chaotic environment and while I love my friends I have to admit that I need some friends that are happy to just hang out quietly …

Toby abruptly stops playing and mutters “You don’t know what it is!”. He lays his guitar in the sand, places his fedora on top of it and rolls up his trousers to knee height. He reaches over and gruffly rolls up my trousers in the same fashion as I put the mandolin on the ground. Pulling me to my feet he says it again, shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t know what it is!?”

He takes my hand and strides down the beach into the icy water until we’re up to our knees. The shock of it brings me fully awake and I gasp. He grabs my shoulders and turns me around to look out over the water at the moon. “You’re not a lost soul, girl,” he says to me then, his voice near my ear. “You just forget how to find the place every now and then, is all.” He gives my shoulders a squeeze and lets go. Behind me I hear him sloshing his way up to the sand again.

I don’t turn around. I’m standing in the ocean – the real ocean with waves, albeit small and gentle – under what is now a mostly clear sky and a crescent moon. I can’t hear anything except the soft wash of the waves. I can feel the sand between my toes. I run my hand through the water and taste the salt on my fingers. Not surreal. Vivid. Solid. Now. I have nowhere else to be, nowhere to rush off to, nothing that needs my attention more than this. I’m here. I look up at the moon.

I’m a human in the ocean under the night sky, feet on the ground.

It dawns on me that in our using twitter and social media in its restricted form to keep our friends in touch in our lives we have (well, I have) started to lose the sense of human contact – something already paled in city life. Compounding that with a habit where our main catchup is an alcohol-fuelled night out, or in a large group… Yes, I thought. I too rarely have proper human contact where I really get to know someone. I want to go spend more time with friends. I want to meet for coffee and talk to a pal for hours about their life and nonsense, or crash on a beanbag with them and explore each others’ music collections, or just go and lie in the park with my head on their shoulder and not say a word…

I want to be able to hug them and take their arm and eagerly say “It’s so great to see your smiling face, my good friend! Tell me all about what you did on your weekend” and have it be news to me. I want to be engaged and focused and able to give them my full attention, without needing to spread myself out over a group. Not distracted by others or alcohol or noise or managing a sluggish brain after a big night.

The hum of Toby’s guitar flows out to me over the sound of the ocean, another interruption to tumbling thoughts. A friend of mine would have called it a mindfulness bell – a reminder to pay attention. I stop thinking about anything other than the information being fed to me by my senses.

Crystallisation.

I take a deep breath and smile at the universe. It’s great to see you, my good friend. I think it’s time we made some changes, don’t you agree?

Being in temp accommodation (sans internet) after my house-hunting trek this morning I dropped into the office to use the net and prep some lease applications among other things.

And then the hail started, followed quickly by the flashflooding. I threw out this video of the view of Elizabeth Street from my office window.

Twitter picked it up and it suddenly ended up everywhere, which was interesting to watch . I’d not really had a chance to see that happen realtime on Twitter before – it’s no wonder there is research on social media in disaster areas and its use as a source of info for emergency workers and the media.

(Here’s another video of Elizabeth St after the waters receded, for comparison).

Knowing there was another storm front coming, and preferring to be in an office with internet and music than at my apartment, I stepped outside to get some food and beer when the water receeded. And I remembered what it was like after every minor incident I’ve experienced: there is energy in the air. That sense of community creeps back in.

Strangers were candidly sharing stories about where they were and what they saw. I saw the same thing years ago after the huge storm in NSW that derailed the train I was on, shut down half of the state, caused multiple fatalities, millions of dollars damage and ultimately beached the Pasha Bulker at a city beach in Newcastle.

I understand why it happens. Several reasons:

• Something out of the ordinary brings people out of their distracted world / sort of a wakeup
• Excitement / adrenalin
• Wanting information
• Sort of bragging / desire to share (the story telling)
• Shared experience (context)

I just wish that this removal of barriers was around more often. It would be much nicer to have more nice random conversations and connections with strangers – we do live in the same city, after all

#justputtingitoutthere

I’ve had such an odd start to the year, those who know me can probably tell things have been strange just by looking at me. I was talking to a friend today about some of it, and he used the term “shrouded in mystery” (particularly relating to my online absence) which didn’t sit well with me. Frankly I didn’t think people would pay so much attention to it, or assume it was caused by them.

So here is my spiel, leading into the year (some explanation rolled in, but not a full story).

There have been key points in my life where I’ve been aware that I am about to take that next step in the evolution of the personality labelled ‘Carly’. Almost always this involved me hibernating for a period of time. While I used to think that this was a bad thing I’m beginning to embrace retreating (either formally at an ashram or temple or just by myself) as something that I need to do regularly (a realisation on its own).

For some progressions the catalyst has been a significant event (joyous or terrible), some have been simply caused by self reflection without having anything actually prompting it. In those cases where something has happened, it almost always was an event involving people.

This time, people were not the primary cause, though several have (in different ways) put their momentum (unknowingly) behind the retreat and were responsible for several minor realisations.

This time it is my health in the driver’s seat – something I’ve never really had reason to be concerned about in the past.

In the last month or so leading up to Christmas I became concerned about my health – my regular exercise routine seemed to be tiring me rather than conditioning me; my sleeping patterns were deteriorating; I felt sick often; and I observed that it was increasingly difficult for me to remember things and get my brain working (to be honest this was what worried and frustrated me the most – I think even my ability to speak and write coherently is affected).

I took myself to the doctor and had a full checkup. Being used to the response “you’re fine. stop worrying. why are you even here?” – I was not prepared for the hesitant concern expressed by my doctor or the five million gallons of bloodwork she ordered.

This concern sat in the back of my mind over Christmas and New Years and I have no doubt it (and often feeling ill) contributed to the short fuse I had with many of my friends over that period.

Early this year I received the results of those tests – which were not great, but I’m not about to drop dead (so stop worrying – it’s the effect of the news and not the news I want to talk about). This was a slap in the face for me.

Essentially I am broken. There are several things that my body can’t do properly – one of which indirectly impedes my brain such that my ability to think and my mood are affected (in addition to the usual low mood that sometimes comes with feeling sick for long periods).

That particular problem has apparently been there for a long time, and has been steadily deteriorating over the last year due to me neglecting and pushing myself in ways most people can handle. Luckily there are ways to help compensate for most of what my body is unable to do for itself. Some other things are just broken and always will be.

My doctors have made it very clear that my body can’t take much more abuse (in no uncertain terms) as well as a few other things that affect my future self. And this is where I find myself assessing my current situation.

Am I doing what I want to be doing, big picture? Am I where I want to be at this point in my life? Have I succeeded in keeping my life free of those things that I know I don’t need or want (or at the very least made a good attempt at it)? Have I filled my life with those things that I do value and do need (or at least made a good attempt at it)? Do I at least have a rough idea of where I want to go from here and am I happy with where the current momentum is taking me? Have I maintained perspective?

There are two things that I want from my life so that when I’m on my death bed I can look back and be satisfied:

1. To have as few regrets as possible; and
2. To have left a positive impact on the world, no matter how unrecognised or quiet or local that effect is. (I guess the flipside of this is to reduce the negative impact I have on the world while I am here).

And the answers I find? This last week or so I’ve been more aware that medication is making me feel sicker rather than better (I was warned – it will improve soon apparently) and that my brain is only just starting to work again – a welcome change as I’d been doubting my ability to assess and respond to situations or make decisions. This fear of making bad decisions, executing poorly chosen responses and generally feeling ill have been the main reasons I’ve been keeping to myself so far this year (both online and IRL).

I realised I’ve recently made some decisions that I regret, that I’ve handled some situations poorly: I’ve trusted people that have mistreated me, I’ve mistreated people I should’ve trusted. The last fortnight has been especially eventful: I’ve lost friends, made friends, and had a few old friends step back into my life unexpectedly (and for the latter, happily). You know who you are – I was (and am) glad to hear from you. I’ve also found out that some people have taken this retreat / hibernation personally. For those of you I hope this post explains it well enough. You are not the centre of the world

I realised that in some ways I’ve managed to get caught up in little-picture issues, rather than keeping view of the big picture as I normally do. I’ve been holding a few pebbles up to my eye and losing perspective of the fact that the path is strewn with millions of them, and the right place for them is beneath my feet. A part of me wonders if living in the city (city pace, city space, city people) is contributing to it… I don’t know yet.

My plans for study, regular volunteering and aid work prep are progressing as intended. My exploration of Melbourne and Victoria continues, albeit slowly. In these things at least I’m happy with their part in the big picture.

I’m more grounded when I’m in the big picture mindset: this is one reason I like to be outdoors – not necessarily to get away from the city and people (although that does have it’s advantages at times) but more to look up at the sky or the stars and think about the weather system or the universe and how tiny I am. Or look at the trees in the forest and think about time – how much has passed, how much more will pass, and how fleeting my life is.

It sometimes has the opposite effect on people but for me it makes my eyes wide in wonder, helps me feel the breath in my lungs and the feel of the soles of my feet on the earth. I can’t help but smile and laugh there. I am at my best there.

This is the place I’m slowly regaining. This is where I was in the year before I left Australia, where I was while I was away and is a place I’ve found only fleetingly since I returned. This is the place I want to be, am determined to be.

I hope I arrive to find like-minded people standing there with me.

I’ve teamed up with my mates for Movember 2009. As I have a moustache growing deficiency, I’m mainly providing support to the boys and also sporting a fingerstache

Movember is a charity project, with funds going to support causes of prostate cancer (support, education, research) and depression in men. Please support the cause by donating to the team, or join us! It’s not too late

Our Movember Team – Hashtag #Mo

Blog Action Day is coming up once again and this time the topic is Climate Change.

First of all for you n00bs, “What is Blog Action Day?”

Blog Action Day is an annual event that unites the world’s bloggers in posting about the same issue on the same day. Our aim is to raise awareness and trigger a global discussion.

Last year on Blog Action Day the topic was poverty. At the time, I found myself injured and stuck in Cochabamba, Bolivia, in the middle of political turmoil relating to a combination of politics (internal and foreign relations) as well as the initial impact of the global financial crisis. I walked through the streets, I saw both sides of the story there, I read the statistics and the world and internal news (and I assure you they were very different) and had my eyes opened to many things. It was such a valuable personal experience for me, made more powerful by being in the midst of it all.

This year, the topic is Climate Change. Now there are so many ways you could approach this… you could be passionate about global environmental policy and its movement into the future, its faults at present. You may have an opinion on what your country or state or community is doing well or badly. You could may want to shed light on activities in your area or you may even want to discuss the science behind it and whether global warming is real or not. The idea of the day is to provoke discussion and debate, and raise awareness.

This is an opportunity for you to be involved in a genuine discussion amongst the global community. Share your opinion. In the words of Kimya Dawson, “Your thoughts and words are powerful”. Think about it.

As for me, I have the seeds of a few ideas floating around already – at the moment they are likely to make for quite a disjoint post. I’ll see how those seeds grow between now and then, but you will certainly find a post here on the day

See you then!

Read more on the Blog Action Day website.

I’ve fallen so far behind with posting about my trip, I feel like it is starting to interfere with what was my usual blogging routine before I went away. I start to want to blog about something and then think “ah, but I really am so far behind… the task seems enormous”. Well, to hell with linearity – in the words of my friend Scott, “linearity is for losers”. I’ll continue to blog about whatever I want, and will interweave my posts and memories and stories and rants from my trips. If you don’t like it, stay in the past with your “continuity” and your “order”. Or whatever.

So! Strap yourselves in for a mega-update-a-thon.

Social-side

I’ve been back in Australia since around the end of March, catching up with friends and family around New South Wales and Victoria and have since moved to Melbourne, Victoria where I plan to stay for quite a while. I’ve never moved to a city where I know less than three people, so I’ve had a great opportunity to wave around my much loved “talk to random people” skills and have met people from many walks of life: buskers, bankers, teachers, students, defense personnel, backpackers, sex industry “technicians”*, farmers, bums, CEOs of multinational companies, Frenchmen – you name it, I’ve probably had a beer or at least a chat with them. Some I don’t really feel the need to stay in contact with. Some are all sorts of cool.

That’s not to say that I haven’t had my share of weirdness while I’ve been galavanting around Melbourne… it appears that unlike awesome backpacker circles, a girl by herself chatting to people is often interpreted as a pickup attempt. Because of course… I’m chatting to a guy I don’t know so I must only be talking to you because I want your body. Honestly, guys? Really? sigh

I do get frustrated with it sometimes – with people I thought I knew turning out to be something different (though admittedly there are a few occasions where that has been a pleasant surprise rather than a bad one). And I am tiring a litte of regular meet-random-ppl-at-pubs adventures. For now, I know some pretty awesome people and will, I’m sure, meet others through them. But never fear – Meet-random-ppl-at-pubs will certainly stay on the agenda, just paced. To give my liver a rest and stop my bosses thinking I am an alcoholic. (I’m not, guys. I’m just a lightweight having some fun )

Here is some info about stuff going on. You should get on board:

MTUB

MTUB (Melbourne Twitter Underground Brigade) has proven to be a really solid group of genuine and great people. They get together officially once a month and unofficially much more regularly, and essentially the only thing these guys have in common is Twitter. It makes for some fun sorta-nerdy socialising, and I was surprised and how well it all worked and everyone got along. They also welcome non-Melbournian Tweeps, so if you are passing through tweet in @mtub’s direction and give us a heads up. We’ll be glad to see you.

Melbourne Board Game Night

There is a group of us that is meeting regularly (roughly every fortnight) at MyCube Cafe in Lygon St to play table top games (Zombies, Munchkin, Settlers of Catan, etc) as well as traditional board games, cards etc. The cafe is a pioneer of the concept of a dedicated table top gaming cafe – they are aimed at gamers, and come equipped with a huge array of games, plenty of tables and goodies to keep you going. If you like salt and pepper shakers that are dice, this is your kind of place. Our particular group is still getting organised but the important things you need to know are: I’ll be there, and food, beers and beanbags are available. What more do you need? If you want to know more, contact me in some way. n00bs welcome, but you will have to undergo my initiation ceremony. Mwahaha. Mwahahahahahaha. Ha. Hmm…

Teh Muzak – Me

I’m living really close to a huge park in Melbourne at the moment, which means I can wander down there with my fiddle or mandolin and bust out some tunes for practice and my own amusement. Sometimes people come and talk to me or listen, or sit down and join in. I like that. Feel free to come and join me for a jam sometime.

Teh Muzak – Sessions

I’ve also been down to a few Irish pubs for some sessions – for those that don’t know, the celtic musical traditions are largely aural, passed down and shared via a session: a meeting of players who regularly sit and play together over a few pints, usually in a pub. Everyone is welcome to join in or listen or dance or whatever takes your fancy. It turns out that there is a session almost every night of the week in Melbourne, which is great. They’re each vaguely at different levels and skill sets, and there is quite a bit of variety. (I’ll post more about them later).

Roller Derby (or: “My new favourite thing in the world”)

I have started going to watch bouts in Melbourne organised by the Victorian Roller Derby League, which are roughly monthly. Last time I went I took a bunch of friends with me (roller derby virgins), and they loved it – since then there are more and more people who want to go… I think the next bout will have every person I know in Melbourne in the crowd

If you don’t know what Roller Derby is, check out the Roller Derby wikipedia page. It is cheap (usually under $20), the crowd is interesting, alternative and enthusiastic, there is beer/bundy and take away hot food served, the sport is unusual and entertaining (probably more so for the guys, being pretty much a girl-only sport, lol), and ultimately it is all still family friendly – there were a number of families with younger kids down there for the last bout, which was great. If you want to come down with our group next time, drop me a line!

Twitter

I’ve been on Twitter for a while, but I’ve not really done much with it until hitting Melbourne. And after getting down to MTUB and hanging out with people like Yonderboy and Bethanie I’ve essentially shifted from being a Facebook Ho to being a Twitter Ho. My acquisition of an iPhone completed this transition and now there is no turning back.

There is something beautiful about any system where I can broadcast a simple “anyone up for beers tonight” 15 minutes before leaving work, and being able to coordinate this impromptu even with others easily in a short time without having to deal with emails or website access or whatever. In my more fanciful moments I like to imagine that we have all decided to turn up at that pub at that time through some telepathic connection, rather than a technological one. But maybe thats just me…

Also being able to immediately tweet a photo of that weird guy doing that weird thing on the street so you don’t have to remember it and describe it to everyone later – high five for technology that encourages us to have even less of an attention span! That and it opens up an amazing subculture and world of injokes that is outside of the norm #andyouknowhowIlovethat

Work-Side

I have the great pleasure and good fortune to be working with Get Started in commercial .NET web development in Melbourne, for almost two months now. It has been quite an odd mix of enthusiastic energy and fatigue: getting back into full time work and full time development (I’ve been analyst / programmer /PM for a little while now) and I have to say I am really enjoying it. I was excited when I first had contact with GS during interviews (walking in to see one’s online life on the interview room projector makes one both exhilarated, interested and somewhat terrified all at once), and have since continued to be impressed by them daily. I think I’ve managed to find myself working for one of the most encouraging, professional, quality-focused, relaxed, productive, efficient and dynamic web dev shops in the city (which makes baby Jebus very happy), and that’s even before I start talking about the awesome people in the team. Lucky me!

I am really glad to be there, enjoying catching the challenges being thrown my way and looking forward to that time in the not-too-distant future when I am back to 100% capacity (I am still a little over-reliant on coffee… but it is oh-so-tasty). I will keep you all posted on some of the more awesome things going on at Get Started – possibly over on my tech blog Kleene Code, but if so I’ll blip it here anyway.

Tech – Google Wave

I’ll keep this brief, mainly because I don’t want to say too much before I’ve had time to go through it properly. Through another incredible fluke I’ve managed to get developer preview access to the Google Wave beta (and before you ask, no there is no invite system in place, and the entire sandbox is going to be nuked before launch). I’m pretty excited about what I have seen so far in the sandbox itself, and in the api… once I’ve had more of a chance to get in and go crazy I’ll probably post some thoughts on Kleene Code.

Health

Quick updates, because I know some of you have been asking me about it generally in emails which I haven’t replied to:

• No, I do not have, nor have ever (to my knowledge) had, Swine Flu.
• My appetite is still weird since coming back.
• I’m no longer a slave to cancer sticks (bad habit I picked up for a while during my travels)
• Funnily still no migraine auras since leaving Australia (was it something in Newcastle, I wonder?)
• Yes, I have been lazy with jogging. Keep reminding me (d’oh)

Wrap Up

So there you have it. Almost all news in one convenient post (well, most of the important stuff anyway). Aren’t I nice?

Footnote: * yes, she really did describe her profession that way, and I LOLd. She also did – awesome sense of humour.