Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Brilliant Babies



I'm not baby broody, only dog broody.Just stating the facts first before I proceed to tell you how brilliant babies are in this hilarious documentry film called...wait for it...BABIES! It's about 4 babies: one from Namibia, one from Tokyo, one from San Francisco and the last from Mongolia. It's a collection of precious moments from birth to first steps. It's a film done by Focus Features who brought you Lost in translation and Burn After Reading. It's a must see for BOTH guys and girls. You will laugh A LOT. ...and before you ask..no I am not paid to write about this. Just watch the film and enjoy!

Monday, 27 September 2010

Barcelona colour






















...and far too many places to spend your money.Awesome CHEAP transport..(unlike London..how do they justify their prices here?)//get the T10 travel card. If you aren't sure where to eat, hit the killer markets for some fresh produce. And above all...if you aren't comfortable with sunburns or nudity, stay away from the beaches.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Splish splashing around...



I am not a girlie-girl...I loved climbing trees, sticking up for the underdog, playing with dinosaurs, learning martial arts and wearing trousers and dungarees when I was younger. I have ditched the dinosaurs but generally the rest still applies. I like the way men are so simple and black and white. They like this and dislike that...and they have no qualms telling you about it. Easy to please, easy to get on with. WHOAH..tangent...
OK...HOWEVER..when it come to bathing and all those girlie smells and toiletries..I'm a bonafide connoisseur. Fruity or coconut,candles and oils, you name it, I love it. I have recently purchased an aquamarine face cloth. Insignificant item to some, but a beautiful piece of memory to me.
Using it last night reminded me of the days when I used to sing at the top of my lungs while rubbing myself down with the face cloth. I used to stay in the bath until I got nice and wrinkly trying to think of all the things I could convert my face cloth into. It was a pretty mini skirt. It was a floppy wet hat to stop my magic inventions leaking out of my head. It was a puppet. It was a jelly fish. And last but not least it was the source of many arguments with my mom over who should clean up the water all over the floor. I loved bathing so much that when I would let the water out, I would slide back and forth in the slowly depleting water right up until the last drop slithered into the drains below.Ah good times!Good times

Monday, 13 September 2010

London colour















A collection of pieces at this years graffitti festival

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Life witnessed...



When it comes to most technology, specifically,computer technology and patience...I am the living bad example.There is no mixing of the two. My friends either laugh at me or they shake their head in frustration at my ignorance and lack of willingness to learn. All that aside here I am breaking my own boundaries and writing a blog..on a computer! Watch me grow, watch me shine!

Now when it comes to photography and film, I am absolutely gaga (damn that woman for destroying that lovely word for the rest of us). But it's more about the visual and kinaesthetic appeal for me. Maybe it's a shallow love but it really gets my mind processing. Photographs capture a thought in time. For some it may be vanity, for others it may be a need to capture an emotion. They are all memories none the less. An instant tangible moment in time. Film requires a longer journey, a longer memory lane. Both can alter our realities and both can be fake depictions of a moment in time.

If we could watch our lives through a hidden camera in a series of moments with all the world watching, would we be proud of the life we have lead so far? Would we want to do things differently? Would we be able to laugh with everyone else at the things that are embarrassing? Would we be able to control our anger when criticised? Would we be ashamed at being caught out? Could we forgive ourselves as well as others who have hurt us? Could we change our perception of our life? Could we handle the truth?

It makes me wonder how many secrets I keep locked away in my mind and heart. I am relieved I have the mercy of the universe for this privacy, especially of my thoughts. It takes a split second to form an opinion and a second to make that thought an action. Next thing you know it's a habit and finally develops into your character. Life is so short, how many negative characters have we tried on? Technology is like life, the more effort we put into understanding it and how it works, the more we can use these new skills to create something meaningful, if only for your self , but hopefully for others too. *click* That's all it takes to capture something meaningful which can be enjoyed by everyone. Something we can be proud of. A good legacy to leave in this magnificent existence we know so little about. And it's free...

Do it. Use it. Be it.

Ps. Nike have nothing on me!

Song of the day:Monte by Zee Avi
Food of the day: Malaysian yellow curry

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Why is ethical so taboo?



On my usual morning checks of my three email accounts and Facebook, I came across another heated discussion on vegetarianism. For the record, I am in favour of vegetarianism. I choose this way of sustenance, not to offend others or get them all riled up or even to convert people to my belief system. I choose it because I feel good about it and it gives me a sense of purpose and meaning to believe in something that does not hurt other living things. I believe that we are at the top of the food chain,of course this is obvious. However, with any form of power comes responsibility. It is your responsibility to look after everything that lies 'below' you. Whether you are a president of a country or a parent of a child, it is your duty to look after and protect those you are responsible for. That is your purpose in life, so why does that not apply to the food chain scenario too?

I relay my contribution to that discussion. The arguments against vegetarianism were:
* Why does choosing to eat meat have to be an ethical debate?Is there no middle ground?
* I choose to eat meat because I am aware of my health needs for my body
* I will only eat meat that has been humanely killed and has lived a good life.

This is the cushioned version of how the arguments were put across...I deleted the swear words and the agressive justifications on the grounds that I do not want to make out that this persons lifestyle choice is a reflection of personality or character. It's the subject matter that I want to highlight. They still afterall choose to eat meat which has had a 'good' life and are willing to spend extra money to contribute to a better way of life for the animals. I think that is a sure sign of a compassionate heart. However I think this:
I believe, however, that to fully understand any concept(in this case compassion), there is no middle ground. You wouldn't half arse an orgasm to understand the true joy of one ,would you? Humane by definition is to show kindness,mercy or compassion...when someone shows those traits to you, how do you feel...happy? when someone kills, what are the connotations of that?How does that make you feel?How can any killing be humane? Most people don't like the fact that something has to be killed to give them meat but they choose to eat meat anyway because that's what they want or like. Humans as a whole have always been attached to desire. We have the attitude: I want it, so I take it and we will find any excuse to justify it...that's not just regarding food. You don't NEED meat..no matter what you think. There is enough sustanance and nutritional value in a vegetarian diet. The problem lies with eating a well balanced meal. Most people are uneducated about HOW to eat well. In an age of fast foods and ready meals, we have gotten lazy...I have my moments too..but it's actually pretty easy to be healthy, it just takes a little more education and self discipline...like anything in life.

With these scenarios I start thinking about ethics in general. It's clearly visible that as a society we are struggling to hold on to many moral fibers. Environments have changed so drastically nowadays, I feel that people are finding the line between right and wrong very much distorted..the exception to the rule seems to be changing INTO the rule. People seem to be putting ethics on the back burner to justify their opinion or beliefs. Why can't belief and ethics go hand in hand? Why is it becoming so taboo to be ethical? Why not believe in a way of life that practises compassion, love, tolerance and understanding? People complain so much about the wrongs of this world but haven't the self discipline to change themselves. Ghandhi said: " Be the change you wish to see in the world." We have the power to change perception and cause positive ripple effects throughout the world. We are so arrogant to believe we control everything yet, where it counts, we revert back to our human nature and desires and use that as the excuse not to change the way we live, think and exist. Being ethical is the first step to changing...everything.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

FREE!



London is riddled with mayhem this morning. The tube strike is in full swing and that means that all other modes of transport are being cursed by the swarming masses of impatient London dwellers. I, however,prepared myself for the impending disaster...yes I'm THAT cool. You can touch me if you want, but I charge by the minute...
I woke up in a heavy daze at 6:30am. I took 15 minutes to try process the meaning behind my dream where I was teaching an ex lover-type-person(?) how to handwash towels in a grimey club. I told him to do it as if he were an African woman in the Jungle. No conclusion...I blame the cheese before bedtime. Although last nights dream was quite bizarre too....
I dreamt that my old high school was run by my current boss who turned it into school for butchery.
Moving on. I caught the bus allowing an hour and half instead of the usual 20 minutes to get into work. Naturally half way there, the traffic was at a complete standstill, so I decided to take a walk instead. The day was beautiful, sun shining, blue skies and I was armed with my iPod and freshly washed hair(clean smelling hair getting caught on a light breeze always gives me a feeling of peace). It was fantastic. I felt so burden free and grounded. I was thankful for the tube strike because it allowed me this wonderful moment and for a change it wasn't raining so what was there to complain about? I even managed to stop by a cafe to get a delicious chocolate croissant and a bottle of carrot juice. Great start to my day! AND I have a yum lunch to look forward to: cous cous, mixed flavourful mushrooms, peas, spinach, chickpeas, chilli, french mustard and crumbly Wensleydale cheese.
Read it and weep! I feel free like a monkey in a tree!

Monday, 6 September 2010

Baking and Chill



As my life is changing so drastically and the fruits of good ol' fashioned hard work are starting to ripen, I feel old passions simmering to the surface too. The last fine dining restaurant I worked at almost completely broke my passion for cooking. Since then I have mainly just cooked for necessity rather than joy. After being invited to a simple brunch and seeing the chef buzz around his kitchen and looking at his vast expanse of cooking books, it clicked. I felt it again. I want to cook for joy again. Why should I let a bunch of misguided, cruel and lost past work colleagues destroy my love for the one thing I truely appreciate and love. Food. So here it goes... watch me shine!

I think I will start off with something easy, something lemon squeezy. Savoury cheese, herb and smoked Paprika muffins. This decision is purely based on the fact that I bought these individual, colourful silicon muffin holders..and now is the time to rock them out. Get out your butter people, it's game ON!

I am on such a role. I did a crazy cleaning spree of my room. I beat my carpet on the washing line, I detroyed some spider's homes(I still feel bad about that) and I flipped some matresses...it's all happening in Samville. I have even paved the way for some more drawing and Harmonica time. Oh yes! I figured with all these life career and lifestyle changes, I may as well make the essential balance changes too of work and play. I am all about the ultimate good chill today. I plan to lay out all my projects and adventures in front of me and sit back and enjoy the ride...while munching on my savoury muffins of course. Yay for me!

Song of the day: Maker by Fink
Food of the day: Not muffins actually...I'm really enjoying my milo at the moment(yes, it's a drink but pffff!It's my blog, I am in charge here!)

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Blurry breaths



Today. Thursday. Or rather, a day called: "Huh?what the hell just happened?". Yes. Phew! I am still alive. I have been so busy being bored in banks, losing my hearing abilities(along with my will to live)because of ringing phones,shattering of my nerves with every bang..thud..cackle..and slam. I have also been doing interviews for new jobs as well as teaching an ever demanding pilates industry.Juggling balls takes balls..which I don't have but I bet I could grow a pair that would out weigh any mans ...by far....speaking of which I have even seen my rather gigantic transvestite courier guy/girl today.
I wish I can say it's been interesting, but it hasn't. However my one joy is thinking about all the music I have lined up over next two months. London is just starting to ease its way into Autumn. Preparations for winter are on my mind but I will be able to cope because this is a great time for musical talent. The variety of music in London comes alive to drag our lazy asses out of our warm houses and get all sweaty and joyous in crowds of pastey faces. Ok, ok ok...so it's not that cold yet but its brewing and I like it.

Song of the day: Anything by Hed PE
Food of the day: Berry Boost Dark Chocolate

...AND...
BREATHE!