OPENING NIGHT! OPENING NIGHT!
Righto! So a bunch of people I know have been hassling me for quite some time to start some form of "blog" (presumably instead of ranting to them about all the shite in the world that bugs me) and as it seems these days that every second person that I know has one of these...well who am I to resist the inevitable tide of history?
Now, most people who know me would expect this to be something of a political blog, and although that will more than likely make up a majority of my posts, I have never been one to pigeonhole myself in such a way and I am not about to begin doing so now. I am a complex lady. Hell, I am probably about as frustratingly complex as they come, and so aside from the things that test my sanity me in the arenas of local and global politics, I will also try and throw in a few (and being a "glass half empty" sorta lass, I can assure you that they will be FEW) things that amuse and inspire me also.
Basically the purpose of this space will be for me to "exorcise my demons" in some way. To cleanse my congested mind of all the thoughts that tend to swirl around in it while I attempt to slip into the realm of unconsciousness (AKA My Happy Place). Finally, as a Depressive, this has gotta be way cheaper than therapy! All that said, the title I chose seemed appropriate.
So to get started, here are some varied things that are currently keeping me up at night...prepare to be AMAZED!
1. The fact that Australia currently does not have a Government
Okay, I will grant you that this one is fairly obvious to all who know me. But come on, it's KINDA A BIG DEAL! I still can't wrap my head around the fact that almost 50% of the people I share this nation with were more than happy to consider electing a man (dinosaur?) such as Tony Abbott as Prime Minister! The thing I loathe only slightly less than Australia electing a dud PM, is Australia VERY NEARLY electing a dud PM. I mean really people?! REALLY?! Tony "Mad Monk" Abbott?! What were y'all smoking that day?! Keating summed it all up fairly nicely (and as only he can) with this particular insight.
Hopefully, by this time tomorrow cool heads will have prevailed, the "Three Amigos" will have made up their minds, and we can all move on with our lives. But to think we will have come THIS CLOSE to electing the Aussie equilvalent of Sarah Palin, will never cease to astound me. Dodging bullets anyone?
2. My apparent inability to become suitably engaged in a Philip Roth novel
I have read 'Our Gang', but that was about Tricky Dick (Nixon) and how can you possibly go wrong with material like that? It's comic gold! I think I may also have read 'Portnoy's Complaint' in High School but that was most likely just the dirty bits. Although from memory, with that particular tome, that would have covered most of it. So my friend Rachie recently lent me her copy of 'Goodbye, Columbus' and I am seriously struggling to get past page one. I know, it's a truly shameful state of affairs for an alleged bookish type such as myself. I have also never read Moby Dick. So shoot me.
3. This perfect, perfect song
Yes, yes! Smarty pants, in your skinny black jeans, I do know it's from last year! Which more than likely means that "the kids" are long over it by now. But we can't all be hipster know-it-alls when it comes to da tunes and this particular one, the Lainie likes.
Also, anything ever recorded by Brian Wilson. The man is a genius.
4. The glorious art of Jennifer Sanchez
One word. Yumski.
5. The lack of decent coffee in NYC
I love New York City. I would one day love to live in New York City. Problem? Well aside from the piddly issues of lack of Green Card and over-valued rental properties, you just cannot get decent, real coffee in New York City. This is a FACT. And it makes me sad every. single. day.
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Well that will do for popping the blog cherry for now methinks.
Less is more afterall and I hardly want to burn out too soon. And well looky here, it wasn't even all ranting negativity either! I shall have to improve for next time, lest I prematurely destroy my sterling reputation for biting cynicism.
Catch ya kids,
Lainie
