What’s the recommended daily or even weekly intake for eggs? And does it make a difference if it was an egg white only omelette? And if you have good things like cherry tomatoes and mushrooms added, does it make a difference? And while I’m at it, are mushrooms really all that – I mean they’re not green? It was a three egg white omelette, by the way. I could totally eat that every day. Which leads me back to the question. What’s the recommended…?
I must’ve walked past at least three former addresses yesterday. According to my Fitbit, I notched up 36,282 steps/23.48 km walking around my old neighbourhood haunts, to and from the city and back again (twice). I went to bed with a blister at the base of my heel and this morning my calves are still protesting from being overworked. Quads were already sore from the run of the previous day. I fear I may be hobbling – a little – this morning.
The recommended total daily number of steps is 10,000, by the way.
I never seem to get enough of being outside under that endless cloudless blue sky whenever I come home.
What day is it? I’ve been more or less in ‘off’ mode for the last 24 hours. Managed to sleep until 5am today (unlike the 3am wide-awakening of the day before) and went for a 6am-ish run in the park, so now feeling pretty much normal. I’m walking around the city now thinking about it in terms of “This is where I’ll retire eventually.” I know I’m a still young to be thinking such thoughts but this is probably the first time I’ve ever really thought of the future in terms of a plan. I’ve always simply gone with the flow.
I always tend to over-pack, however, I’ve decided I’m going to go low-low-low key this visit. I mean, I haven’t even reached out to any of the usual suspects to book in catch-ups or dinners so it’s not like I’ll need to be getting zhoozhed-up or anything. So that means just the Clinique Chubby Sticks, but how to decide on just one…?
But, I haven’t really been here. My brain, I mean, I think it was last seen Sunday night, headed West.
At the office, I’m feigning interest. Can I even be bothered to pretend today?
On repeat this week, Frank Ocean’s Sweet Life. I can’t get enough. Have you heard it? It’s not brand new, but it doesn’t get old (for me). It brought me back to the genre in its slow, sweet and mellow way.
I won’t lie, I very nearly came unstuck yesterday afternoon. The Hub had opened a bottle of something red from Italy and it smelt simply wondrous. Mind you, I’m not normally a red wine drinker, but I really wanted some at that moment. I didn’t, though, I’m relieved to say, but I was still thinking about it this morning (and now! — because I’ve just had dinner) which just goes to show the funny stuff that goes on in one’s head in prohibition-style circumstances. But for now, I remain on track.
An afternoon with a selection of dark-side viewing courtesy of David Fincher: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Se7en, Fight Club; and Denmark’s The Eagle (Hej, Hallgrim Hallgrimsson!).
It’s that time of year when I start thinking about the fact that summer doesn’t last forever.
I’ve observed that some people are unnecessarily offended when someone (OK, it was me) says, “I’ll have a mineral water.” It’s as though they feel that my choice not to have A Drink, is me saying, “I don’t like you.” Huh? How odd that my choice of non-alcoholic beverage is interpreted as being all about you, not me.
There have been moments when I’ve been tempted to mess with those minds and say, “Yes, it’s true. I’m not drinking alcohol because I think you’re a nitwit.”
Mainly it’s about not being a team player. “Do you think we should hire him? Do you think we could work with him? Do you think he’s a good guy? Is he someone you’d have a beer with?“
“She’s not drinking…” someone mutters, rolling his eyes, as if to say, “She’s not one of us.”
C’mon, it’s not like I said, “I’m not drinking which means you can’t either,” but seriously, going by some responses, you’d think I had indeed imposed just such a rule. Puh-leeze!
Listening to: Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’ The Social Network soundtrack. (I’ve been obsessed with this album of late.)
Twenty-seven years ago today, my family saw its first Australian sunset.
My mother is on holiday in Malaysia right now. My dad, what remains of him, in an urn at Karrakatta Cemetery. If it hadn’t been for my parents wanting more for their family, we would probably still be in Malaysia. The air felt so dry that day we arrived, compared to the humidity of the tropics we’d just left behind. I’m spoilt for sunsets these days. I don’t remember ever seeing so many when I lived in London.
Funny how thoughts like these just park themselves in the head, in no particular order.
There are things to be said, I suppose, for that buzzless sober Saturday night in.
This is how good I felt this morning: I got on the treadmill. I hardly ever do two days in a row, and I did do a session yesterday. I actually felt like it.
As for being clear-headed, it doesn’t actually equate to feeling like spilling my guts. You can’t win ’em all.
It’s Saturday night. And I’m at home alone… not drinking. Watching Rake, which is possibly one of the dumber choices a person who is abstaining could make. The main protagonist drinks, snorts, fucks like there’s no tomorrow. After watching two episodes earlier, I found myself rationalising: “We agreed no alcohol until 1 April, but we never said any other substances. Maybe…? OK… Maybe not. [SIGH]” (Meanwhile, inside my head: stir-crazy.)
So. It’s Saturday night. I’m at home. Alone. Not drinking.
The sky was not blue today.
I bought myself a new iPad Mini this morning. I arrived in time to join the small queue at the Apple Store on George Street, walked through the doors at 08:00, and departed at 08:08 with the new toy under my arm. Now that’s what I call Express Service! I was feeling a tad guilty about buying myself a gadget that I don’t really need, and kept telling myself -all day long- it was OK because I was passing my old iPad (2nd gen) to the Hub who would make really good use of it.
Then before I left the office, my colleague handed over the $500 as agreed a few weeks ago. But don’t get too excited. I have to last until 31 March, inclusive! Argh! (It wouldn’t be a problem, but my bestie celebrates a milestone birthday next month. Alas, I’m going to have to decline that glass of celebratory Champagne.)
However, when I arrived home, there was a letter from the Tax Office to say I was due a rebate of about $475. Hurrah! I guess I really don’t feel bad buying my little treat.
So, it didn’t really matter what colour the sky was today.
I apologise if you’re getting tired of all this art, but I don’t seem to myself… I might even hazard a guess that the art is an improvement on me posting ‘selfies’ or body parts (just hands, maybe feet, nothing racy!) photos.
It was extremely hot in Sydney today with the temperature rising to 43C/109.4F in the city, and combined with the wind, being outside made me feel like I’d opened the door of a fan-forced oven and stuck my head in it. Just like being in Perth (where the family is), really.
Anish Kapoor’s Sky Mirror (2006) at the MCA… I imagine it would’ve been dazzlingly blinding in today’s sunshine. When I lived in Perth, I always visualised cracking eggs on the bitumen and watching them sizzle during those long hot summers – random, I know. Now I’ll think of doing the same on Sky Mirror. (Don’t worry, I’d never commit such an act of vandalism.)
First day back at work today. What’s my point, you may ask? No point really, except to say that I went to the Francis Bacon exhibition yesterday with friends and someone asked me what I did for work, and I said, “I work in an office… It’s really boring.” (And then I had to explain what exactly the company I work for does because no one ever knows. It’s one of those industries that seems frequently and consistently shrouded in myths and misconceptions, especially to people who know little to nothing about it.)
Besides thinking that it would be so much easier if I could just say, “bank” or “accounting firm”, I also sometimes catch myself wishing I worked in a creative industry rather than the the one I’m in now and so, I guess, by default that means it’s dull.
Oh, wait! I do have a point, actually. If you haven’t yet seen the Francis Bacon exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW, and you like paint on canvas, then go. If nothing else, it will leave you with a sense of relief at how easy and vanilla -maybe even dull- your own life is. Hallelujah!
A highlight from yesterday was the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art. We were allowed to take photos so I snapped this one (using my iPhone so apologies for the low quality) of the massive 24-tonne metallic Memory (2008).
I wasn’t prepared for seeing Memory in IRL. I mean, I’d seen a few images beforehand, but the piece is enormous! When confronted by the big copper-coloured blimp, one can’t help but wonder (aloud – “How did it get here?”) about the logistics assembling such a piece – actually, quite a few of Kapoor’s pieces elicited such a response. Anyway, this vaguely alien egg is disorienting and jarring – it just looks like it’s not supposed to be there.
It made me think about space and our need for it.
If you live in Sydney, you’ve probably been hearing a lot over the last couple of days about a big rubber ducky in Darling Harbour. I think artist Florentijn Hofman put a smile on all our faces. And I also thought his comment on this particular work was apt and so true, “It relieves everyday tensions, as well as defining them.”
I wonder if anyone would notice if I turned up in my gold get-up (Hello, butterfly!) for our official return to work on Monday. I think it would go a long way towards keeping my mood cheerful. Corporate attire sucks, especially in summer.
I’m back to work on Monday, but I spent a few hours at the office today.
Finally tackled the monster inbox: filed almost 650 emails down to 78. Sorted through, discarded, stacks of paper which I’d been accumulating because I don’t like throwing out paper/stuff that I’ve worked on/versions of documents – just in case I need them. It’s terrible, I know. I need to get out of that habit.
After I was done, I could actually see C L E A R S P A C E on my desk. Hadn’t had that for a while.
Uncluttered: it’s such a great feeling.
Post-script: Just came across this article. Scroll to the last question/answer. “You can delete anything 21 days and older, and it won’t matter.” I wish that were true. Well, it definitely doesn’t work for me, I’m constantly having to refer to old emails, interrogate the ‘history’ or background, in my job. Hence the filing.
I realise that yesterday was the day for round-ups of the year that was. Something happened last year which meant that I have been a bit anti-reminscing these days. I only live for today and for the future. That, and gold/gold-toned accessories. I can’t believe I’d been existing sans gold for so long, I mean, we’re talking a couple of decades.
No matter. I’ve re-embraced the stuff with a passion and I was thrilled to find the chunky number above while I was on my way to a yum cha catch-up with friends yesterday morning. And better still, it was on sale for – wait for it – $9! Yes, you read that right, nine dollars. Whoever coined the phrase ‘cheap thrill’ knew what she was talking about. It was certainly cheap and I was thrilled to make it a part of my new year’s eve outfit last night.
Hope you all had a great time seeing in 2013! Wishing you a year of thrills, cheap or otherwise!
I forgot to say that as I was leaving, my doorman said, “You’re looking glamorous!” I thanked him, and held back from filling him in on where I was headed to see in the new year – Redfern. Possibly the least glamorous of Sydney’s inner city areas. (My bestie and his partner live there.)