I should be asleep, but I've instead spent the morning cruising around Upworthy, a spectacularly interesting site, with the worst titles for uplifting and important videos and images ever. There is a lot of talk on there about America and its budget/government/social woes (pick one! There's still more!), which I've found, as time has gone on, I'm less and less interested in. I'm not uninterested, it just isn't relevant except as information or update on another country. And yet.
And yet.
There's this.
I've never heard of Shane Koyczan before, but now I have, I'm a poem freak again. Technically, he's a spoken word artist, but I read To This Day before listening to it, and it grabbed me written, not spoken. GRABBED me, tears and everything.
So after this week of unbroken hedonism in the form of buying a new iPad, the next will be some poetry.
The iPad arrives tomorrow, but the case came yesterday, which is hilariously odd. I keep picking it up and looking at it. And flipping it open. And carefully closing it. I don't think I expect the iPad to magically be in there.
I went to the Mind! Body! Spirit! festival last week (somehow I think there should be Y!M!C!A!-like movements in there) and came home with artwork, olives and more olives. I'd have bought more olives, but I didn't want to be greedy. (We're already a jar-and-a-half down, and that's only because we know how fast the last four jars went. Otherwise they'd be gone already.) I ran into two old friends, completely unexpectedly, one an old festival standby (we used to go together, even), and another a lady I haven't seen much since leaving the dreaded St. George*. Yay! Good times**. I got the artwork home (prints from the lovely Sofan Chan), and one I'd picked out as a part of a triptych has now been appropriated by small lad. (Just as well - look at them, that Lilium is a standout.) It surprises me really. Her style with figures doesn't really speak to me, but her flowers grab me nearly every time, and it's the lotus small lad likes. Once it's framed, it's to go in his room near the door.
*I did hope to get through an entry without it. **Last Thursday, not- you know what I mean.
Running away now to begin the chopping of vegetables and fussing about for dinner. If I'm not going to sleep, I may as well fuss, and it's less fiddly than typing all of these HTML tags by hand. My stars, that was a whinge! I could have just used the toolbox, right? You totally got me!
Did not.
