Glass ball of joy
- October 30th, 2006
- By Robert
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The weekend brought a number of surprises, last weekend was planned to be chock full of goodness and both of those on top of my new job mean that I have been a BAD BLOGGER. I really haven't had anything much that interesting to say for a while.
Trust me, stuffs going on, and not just personally.I
am completely bent out of shape over the new cross media ownership laws, I am just about to slip into insulin shock from being inundated with images of this seasons moppet – Bindy Irwin, I am hawkishly watching the medias feeding frenzy of Jonestown and I am completely enraptured by my new ipod and phone – the last ones having died in a freak accident that did not, in any way, involve a racing car or a sting ray.
But tonight as a quicky I am going to tell you about a gift I was given over the weekend.
My weekends surprise visitor saw my sadly broken snow globe the last time he was here. I have not thrown it out because it still means a great deal to me, both for the memories it carries and because it represent a city I adore, full of people I love.
It's a symbol, and while I dont believe that the universe is planning anything, I do recognise that symbols are important. They give focus to our dreams and aspirations.
So this someone arrived out of the blue on Saturday, completely making my weekend – and in-spite of the fact their presence was absolutely enough, they brought me a gift. Nothing expensive mind, but something very precious none the less.
A San Francisco snow globe from their own collection†, and ts actually even better than the original that broke.
So how do I interpret that. Certainly its a very kind and thoughtful gift, but it feels like it carries a message, that there are good things around the corner. I am going to say thins cautiously, but I feel that I am on the rise.
Meanwhile the writhing black goddess of pop music has sent me some cheering Euro-pop to match my mood and lift my spirits even further.
Anna Sahlene with "This Woman". I have been Evangelisting all day.
250lbs of bearded man in a suit and tie walking like a supermodel, dancing like a 12 year old girl and grinning like an idiot – something to see, let me tell you.
Check it out at the iTunes Music Store if you like the sound of it.
† Yes, he collects snow globes too, which seems an unlikely coincidence.
I am a deeply spontaneous person, there is often little distance for me between thought and action. Sometimes I feel like a primal set of instincts and drives loosely linked together by an overwhelming curiosity, a slightly dazed sense of humor and flawless fashion sense.
Some people are spontaneous and some just aren't I suspect, and I wonder how much of that is learn-able. Certainly I would have a bugger of a time if I were to try and stop myself being spontaneous. I tried to do that, to curb my enthusiasm, for the last two years and it drove me nuts. I feel much more relaxed now that I am letting myself engage in a some random acts of kindness, and gratuitously random behaviour.
One of the ways I used to describe myself was that my friends were very eclectic – gay and straight, young and older, male and female, gym toned and not. Since living in San Francisco I have not been so lucky, or perhaps I should say sensible. San Fran is a very gay male dominated society and it was easy to slip into a demographic groove. I have to thank Gina, Erica, Joel and Sam for providing me with some diversity and sanity.
Its Sunday night and I was standing in my living room doing my ironing for the week. Yes, I know. Don't faint. All of this talent etc. and he can keep a house as well. Shocking I know.
For an old show pony, its funny that I dont go to see much in the way of Theatre at the moment. But on Saturday night I got an opportunity to remedy that a little. A chance encounter at Sleaze with an old mate, Steph, and I was off to see the world premiere of "Priscilla Queen of the Desert, the stage musical".