13.11.12

You may not be seeing me – or rather, seeing any posts from me – in the next week or so. Work’s a little on the all-consuming side right now, and I have the firm’s annual meeting on my hands, with this year’s gathering being more important than they have been for a while. So it’s all hands on deck, feet paddling frantically beneath the surface, head-down-bum-up, and nose to grindstone. More clich√©s and body parts than you can poke a stick at!

See you soon!

23.09.12

More than one person has commented that I seem to only post non-smiling self-portraits, and I suppose there is some truth to that. So here is a smiley one. I like the sun-flare and the fact that the image is not perfectly sharp.

In other news, I’m apparently an annoying person who goes dark, drops off the radar, goes completely AWOL, sometimes, and I’m hopelessly uncommunicative, and I should make more of an effort to respond to personal emails. (Wow. OK, don’t hold back. Sometimes one can’t help but regret asking for feedback. Also I have no emotional intelligence – yes, I was told that months ago, but it’s still memorable in a stinging way.) However, I like to think that when you get me one-to-one, I make up for it in spades. Can I get a highfuckingfive, please?

18.09.12

The most comfy place right now is scrunched up in the one-and-a-half foot long space between the coffee table and the sofa. Right? It makes no sense to be sitting on the floor when I have a 10-seater right behind me (literally – my back’s up against it) but here I am. I like the floor.

Drinking sweetened-with honey-peppermint tea in my pyjamas and listening to another favourite this week, Catcall’s The Warmest Place album, with one eye on the steadily brightening morning outside.

The comfy-est place… The Warmest Place

The mug was a gift from a boss from way back in 2000, I think. The squiggly creature is an elk, of course – from Sweden. (Boss had gone to see the Northern Lights.)

14.08.12

Mojo came, mojo went. What does it look like when mojo is in the house? Ha.

Come back, mojo!

Ah, I miss those days of frivolity, mischief and silliness…

(In the meantime, I’m listening to Dappled Cities’ new album Lake Air, which is tremendous and joyful and makes me think ahead to warmer days. Not to mention, October 4, when the band plays its Sydney show in support of the new album. Massively.¬†Excited. Honest. If my mojo was in the house, I’d be all boing-boing-boing. Y’know?)