And then it was July all of a sudden!

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How amazing. I blithely yack on about ‘oh yes, there’s a blog attached to the website’ (I hope you can hear the smuggy bug mode cyber clever boots drawl that comes with that yack sound bite…).

Yesterday evening I participated in a very interesting and stimulating panel (well I was interested and stimulated but as per I must fess up, I did get to talk about me and the UHAH project heaps) to discuss crowd source funding. I was very excited because the panel included Rick Chen, one of the wonderful folk who have put together the Pozible site and he was as bright as a button, clear thinking, and definitely a force for good instead of eeeeeevil! But I did refer to this blog, and thinking that my last post – which I’ve just published finally moments ago – was written a couple of months ago and feeling pretty wriggly about that gap between posts, I was well embarassed to realise that my chatty little finger tips have been ‘silent’ since Australia Day as far as posts are concerned.

Trouble is you see, I don’t mind blogging at all. I quite like sounding off (in the keyboard tapping sense) about what’s happening in my world and opining my buns off, which probably explains why it has moved to the end of my busy-ness list. Do the ‘musts’ and ‘shoulds’ and the enjoyable things when you’ve earnt the time by finishing the ‘musts’ and ‘shoulds’.

Does anyone else have such a dreadful time with… time?  It’s not that there’s anything that I do that I absolutely loathe. Some of it’s a weensy tad dull, or clashes with what I’d love to have the freedom to do. I work for three days at a university and for myself and my various enthusiasms for two days of the week. I play my mandolin at lunchtime tucked away in an empty closed office on those three days and it gives me such pleasure, does so much for my progress as a mandolinist (late onset baby budding variety) and the satisfaction is so… clean and clear. In those three days when seven hours are officially allocated to the amorphous institution that employs me, and when I am forced by the rules to take an hour’s break, that period of plinkage in the empty office is sooooooo mine, and soooooooo clearly alright to use for play, because the industrious bits are obvious too.

The days I am ‘my own boss’ – which means I work for different clients in my capacity as a designer or admin person, do medical visits with my really very very very very mature parents, have proper practice sessions and organise UHAH things, work on the songwriting awards I coordinate and the Darebin Songwriters Guild organising – those days – which I love – do get a bit foggy and I have a fairly constant wrestle with myself about priorities and what to complete first.

There’s an up side to all of this of course. So much of what I do I really enjoy, so it’s hard to decide what to put on the top of the ‘shoulds’ ‘musts’ list because most of those are OK too. The only priority  than never slips far from the absolute top and is a ‘couldn’t manage without should-must’ is my walk with gifted hound Alfed the Great.

The soulful contemplation of the yummiest discarded chicken bone outside the noodle shop on the corner, the extrusion of the perfectly sculpted steaming barker’s egg, the skillful scooping of said dog emission into specially saved plastic bag, the wrenching of the shoulder joint as small, wondrous beast lunges at a must sniff bouquet…

Even on the saddest of days, I get a dose of bliss and there’s never any doubt that it belongs on the very top of my list of to dos.

Been a while between cuppas

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Lately I’ve lost a bit of momentum with the loss of a dear friend nearly three weeks ago, hot on the heals (to me) of the death of one of my closest and most stalwart friends late last year. There’s that old adage about only the good dying young, and I really do shy away from mawkishly eulogising the dear departed, but just lately I’ve been at a bit of a loss to do anything else really.

It is a strange thing how dead people seem to morph instantly from average flawed person with fears, failings, galloping inertia, self interest and blind spots etc to ‘fantastic, gentle, brave, honest, do anything for anyone, gentle larrikin’.

Maybe I am a sad cynic because while I deride the possibility that all these close to angellic folk I read and hear about are as wonderful as their surviving loved ones say, the people I have recently lost really did fit the bill.

So after farewelling two important friends from my people scape in fairly quick succession I spent a bit of quiet punch drunk time. There’s not much to say that doesn’t sound like a platitude, but I can say I’m a bit over familiar with the heavy sad truth that wonderful people die, and it’s not real flash I reckon.

And then into my grey murky fugs comes good, positive things and gradually I move from viewing my life as worthless and wasted and let some of the sunnier things in…

Amazing! Fantastic! Exciting! Overwhelmingly grateful!

Yesterday the Usung Heroes of Australian History Posible campaign nudged its way over the line and so now we will be getting on with firstly fullfiling our promises of rewards to those who pledged their support, and then giving the writers and developers of the UHAH primary school learning resources the go ahead to start the production of the downloadable worksheets.

Things were quiet in ‘Pozible world’ this past couple of weeks with everyone dealing with the harsh reality of 2012 – that is getting back to work and being swept away with the instant business that involves. No more waking up at your leisure, dawdling through the paper, musing about how this year you’re going to do less and fit in more quality time… Yeah right.

Soon as Australia Day was over – and for us that meant a fantastic weekend of music at the Newstead Live Festival, thanks to Andrew Patterson who puts it together with his wonderful army of volunteers and the very welcoming town of Newstead – and thanks to our billet hosts, Neil’s cousin Don and his terrific wife Sue for looking after us so well too – goodness don’t I digress?!?!? – soon as Australia Day is over, the year sort of launches itself doesn’t it.