It's a Strange Strange World

The one that got away...

Galia Alena Photography

Just a little fun- here is the fake polly of the polly that got away, shot out of the camera into the breeze and over the edge of the cliff. To retrieve would have meant risking life and limb to climb over the safety barracked and down the ravine to rescue the photo, oh the photo. I was very tempted, weighing up the risk/benefit ratio whilst scanning the passing crowds in search of a limber rock climber to come to my rescue. Guess I will never know how that shot turned out, what magic developed, but I like to imagine stories of what happened to it. Perhaps a big gust came a long and whisked it out to sea where it land on a passing yacht off on a global adventure. Perhaps a mammoth current took it all the way across the Tasman to New Zealand where it washed up on the shore at the feet of a lone walker looking for magic treasures. Perhaps a romantic gesture was made at twilight when a brave lover climbed down to retrieve it as a gift for his new love. Perhaps the rain washed it down and somebody doing a good deed by picking up my litter noticed its beauty and took it home and put it in a frame where it still hangs just across the road from me.
I guess I'll never know. What I do know is that taking polaroids is a risky business (in more ways than I care to list) and often is a two man job, one to shoot and one to catch.

Outvod the Infinite



Outvod the infinite, not to mention the S Riot.
The new (or not so new) language of texting while driving with one of those hit and miss touch screens designed for Thumbelina's fingers.
Does it matter what I was really trying to say, I was chanelling a new word or two. My friend I was texting to, a writer amoungst other things, proclaimed it a fabulous verb she just had to use: Outvod. One should always outvod the infinite. It had been only an hour earlier that we had agreed that some days should be put out of their misery and quietly euthanised and now we were happily outvoding the infinite (as you always do when discussing the S Riot).

This is from a girl who, dare I admit it out loud, thought that "lol" meant lots of love until only recently (I know you're all loling). What other mistexts am I guilty of? And there's a new word: mistext, and to think, the predictive text gremlin couldn't work that one out...

Cupcakes & Champagne


Today when I was packing for my art class, my partner asked me what the champagne glasses were for. "For champagne, of course", I answered.
"Why are you taking champagne."
"To drink",
"Why"
"Because we like it", I answered rather shocked and confused. Since when does one need to have an excuse to drink champagne? We don't need a reason to celebrate, but if we do I'm sure I could think of a few:
Because the sun was out
Because the children were at school
Because America just had Thanksgiving
Because we had stolen time to have creative play
Because we like bubbles and pretty things
Because everyday is worth celebrating in some small way, right?


Happy Thanksgiving to all our North American friends.

PediFish



I just had to share this- it was the bizarrest thing we came across in Thailand. Everywhere we went were these fish tanks where people would pay to sit and put their feet in so that the fish can nibble at their toes... It amazes me that someone firstly, had this idea, secondly that they had the gumption to put it out there confident that people would flock to it (and they thought the Colonel was nutty). But, of course, the most amazing part is that they do. Go figure.