Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Happy B'day sister dear!
It was my sister's b'day today.
And we went to our favourite restaurant (of late anyway) Tao's in Bulleen.
What was a great dining experience the first 2 times was watered down today.
The appitiser,cheapened.
The entree, reduced.
The main, had a poorly done side dish and the steak's cut was average.
At least they had a surprise present for my sister at the end which earned them a tip.
but there is an embargo on Tao's for at least the next few months...
On a side note,
Sting and the Police are playing next janurary and the tickets go on sale tomorrow... and i can't convince anyone to go along...
sigh... My friends are musical ignoramii
And we went to our favourite restaurant (of late anyway) Tao's in Bulleen.
What was a great dining experience the first 2 times was watered down today.
The appitiser,cheapened.
The entree, reduced.
The main, had a poorly done side dish and the steak's cut was average.
At least they had a surprise present for my sister at the end which earned them a tip.
but there is an embargo on Tao's for at least the next few months...
On a side note,
Sting and the Police are playing next janurary and the tickets go on sale tomorrow... and i can't convince anyone to go along...
sigh... My friends are musical ignoramii
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Whats the reflection of a reflection?
Well, the answer of course is... a reflection!
Looking at my previous posts, I see that at least the arts student side of me is still alive and kicking , albietly a bit in love with imagery and prose, not unlike a song no?
My mood's lifted somewhat since the onset of that black mood and general sense of ARRGG! yesterday.
I guess it was not a single thing that has caused this fog to settle, work and the faintness of the next rung in the corporate ladder, the gleaming hope of new job offers with crummy conditions and the general pressures that come from living at home do add up and bubble forth from time to time.
However, at the LG social we had today, it was a relief to just enjoy the company of a bunch of like minded christians and just chill.
Packet of new LG: Instant fun and encouragement.
Instructions:
Just add food and ps2 eyetoy to get hours of fun and relaxation.
i still feel tired and run down, but for now at least, I'm still smiling.
P.s. I don't know what the odds are, but I've bumped into yet another (wait for it) south east asian, octo-lacto-vegetarian, foodie woman.
There must be a factory or school that trains this particular combination but at least this time I know better then to trust a woman that won't eat a steak and love it!
Looking at my previous posts, I see that at least the arts student side of me is still alive and kicking , albietly a bit in love with imagery and prose, not unlike a song no?
My mood's lifted somewhat since the onset of that black mood and general sense of ARRGG! yesterday.
I guess it was not a single thing that has caused this fog to settle, work and the faintness of the next rung in the corporate ladder, the gleaming hope of new job offers with crummy conditions and the general pressures that come from living at home do add up and bubble forth from time to time.
However, at the LG social we had today, it was a relief to just enjoy the company of a bunch of like minded christians and just chill.
Packet of new LG: Instant fun and encouragement.
Instructions:
Just add food and ps2 eyetoy to get hours of fun and relaxation.
i still feel tired and run down, but for now at least, I'm still smiling.
P.s. I don't know what the odds are, but I've bumped into yet another (wait for it) south east asian, octo-lacto-vegetarian, foodie woman.
There must be a factory or school that trains this particular combination but at least this time I know better then to trust a woman that won't eat a steak and love it!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
AARRGG!
Frustrated...
Just feel like jumping in the car, cranking up the music and slamming into boost.
at what?
I have no idea.
It desended in the afternoon and it just stayed.
I just tried to raise a reflective thought on this, it shattered like a kite in a hurricane.
Not tonight my friends... not tonight.
Just feel like jumping in the car, cranking up the music and slamming into boost.
at what?
I have no idea.
It desended in the afternoon and it just stayed.
I just tried to raise a reflective thought on this, it shattered like a kite in a hurricane.
Not tonight my friends... not tonight.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Treasures
Nothing fancy tonight,
its just me, and my treasure box.
inside i store memories i sometimes like to just take out, close my eyes and just smile.
1) Great Ocean Road, beautiful weather, beautiful woman, new european car.
2) Melting snow, sunrise, mountain top, my buddies.
3) OCS, 4k mark, clear skies, OCS tower
4) Sunday afternoon, $3.50 pints, best friend, dulled pain.
5) First smile, first kiss, first dance.
6) Final exam, walking out of the exam hall, victory cry, SSShhhhuushhh!
7) Final shot, final count, Caravaggio, Marksmen
8) Scooter, Phuket, no license, zoom!
9) Job offer, hand shake, walking out? Struttin out!
10) Caravaggio, New assignment! Artillery!
That's all for tonight I think.
its just me, and my treasure box.
inside i store memories i sometimes like to just take out, close my eyes and just smile.
1) Great Ocean Road, beautiful weather, beautiful woman, new european car.
2) Melting snow, sunrise, mountain top, my buddies.
3) OCS, 4k mark, clear skies, OCS tower
4) Sunday afternoon, $3.50 pints, best friend, dulled pain.
5) First smile, first kiss, first dance.
6) Final exam, walking out of the exam hall, victory cry, SSShhhhuushhh!
7) Final shot, final count, Caravaggio, Marksmen
8) Scooter, Phuket, no license, zoom!
9) Job offer, hand shake, walking out? Struttin out!
10) Caravaggio, New assignment! Artillery!
That's all for tonight I think.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Caravaggio Chills
Anyone remember that episode of Seinfled where romantic yarn spinner Jay Petermen is interviewed and he turns to to be a regular guy? *Surely i had a coupon for that cat food* he says in his classy, old money accent.
Well, tonight I watch Man Vs Wild courtesy of a colleague, *you guys gotta see this, this ex SAS bloke does all this crazy stuff in the wilderness teaching you survival tips*
Well, thats all it took to sell me on the idea, (well actually it was when my colleague reenacted ex SAS bloke jumping off a cliff to demonstrate the correct use of a safety rope that i told myself i have to watch this.)
Every few minutes as ex SAS bloke is now struggling through the Moab desert groaning as he does crazy stuff, a the commentator will casually mention the name of some poor fool that died facing whatever obstacle ex SAS bloke is currently facing.
Wow! Ex SAS Bloke just pee'ed on his headcloth (fashioned from a skillfully cut up T-shirt) and wraped it around his head and face to keep cool (in manner of speaking).
People, this is dizzy stuff!
Well, tonight I watch Man Vs Wild courtesy of a colleague, *you guys gotta see this, this ex SAS bloke does all this crazy stuff in the wilderness teaching you survival tips*
Well, thats all it took to sell me on the idea, (well actually it was when my colleague reenacted ex SAS bloke jumping off a cliff to demonstrate the correct use of a safety rope that i told myself i have to watch this.)
Every few minutes as ex SAS bloke is now struggling through the Moab desert groaning as he does crazy stuff, a the commentator will casually mention the name of some poor fool that died facing whatever obstacle ex SAS bloke is currently facing.
Wow! Ex SAS Bloke just pee'ed on his headcloth (fashioned from a skillfully cut up T-shirt) and wraped it around his head and face to keep cool (in manner of speaking).
People, this is dizzy stuff!
Monday, July 23, 2007
The lake house
The lake house is on in the back ground as I type this.
I've seen that movie 3 times now,
and each time around about the 20-30 min mark
When Keanu Reeves takes Sandra Bullock on that walk aroudn the city by proxy, i remember when i too did that once.
This movie reminds me of when words were magic,
but this is the season again no?
Its been a while, but here we are.
its time for magic words again.
I've seen that movie 3 times now,
and each time around about the 20-30 min mark
When Keanu Reeves takes Sandra Bullock on that walk aroudn the city by proxy, i remember when i too did that once.
This movie reminds me of when words were magic,
but this is the season again no?
Its been a while, but here we are.
its time for magic words again.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
expelliamus!
Today I met someone that wore a black beret...
Salut,
Marche,
Fente,
Redoublement,
Parade,
Enveloppement,
and then suddenly, expelliamus!
That my friends, is what it is like to talk to a person that wears a black beret.
Someone one once asked me why i wore one, i answered that it was my quest to find a socially acceptable alternative to the baseball hat.
Years later, there was a battalion of guns, an army of soldiers.
The choppers flew overhead, pounding the night skies with urgency,
Firing solutions were plotted under a purple light.
The radios crackled with reports.
My brothers and I fought against the night.
I earned my blue baret that day
A truth i've learnt? You can learn to be a Blue Baret, but Black Barets are born.
Some wear it better than others, some wear it only part time but once a you don that black flopsy disc, it stays on for life.
Salut,
Marche,
Fente,
Redoublement,
Parade,
Enveloppement,
and then suddenly, expelliamus!
That my friends, is what it is like to talk to a person that wears a black beret.
Someone one once asked me why i wore one, i answered that it was my quest to find a socially acceptable alternative to the baseball hat.
Years later, there was a battalion of guns, an army of soldiers.
The choppers flew overhead, pounding the night skies with urgency,
Firing solutions were plotted under a purple light.
The radios crackled with reports.
My brothers and I fought against the night.
I earned my blue baret that day
A truth i've learnt? You can learn to be a Blue Baret, but Black Barets are born.
Some wear it better than others, some wear it only part time but once a you don that black flopsy disc, it stays on for life.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Conflicted Sovereignty
Once upon a time, i said "offense perceived is offense commited". Those words were a weapon then, something said in rage to pierce lies. Oh how those words have returned to me time and time again.
This post started and restarted and restarted again. I've come to the realization (an unwanted one i might add) that i lash out too hard.
Label any excuse as i may on it, past injuries, self defense, whatever.
I use nukes where rifles suffice.
Perhaps C land may need to reduce the defense budget a little...
A Carravagio without a temper?
God help us all
This post started and restarted and restarted again. I've come to the realization (an unwanted one i might add) that i lash out too hard.
Label any excuse as i may on it, past injuries, self defense, whatever.
I use nukes where rifles suffice.
Perhaps C land may need to reduce the defense budget a little...
A Carravagio without a temper?
God help us all
Thursday, July 19, 2007
my kingdom for a compass?
I have been struggling with my direction in life of late.
Work seems mundane and I just can't seem to focus or be interested in the many (many!) things i have on my to do list ( and a stack of others i'm sure i've forgotten to add on.)
My hobbies just don't capture my attention as they did, (German Bob's extensively planned sound system has finally been installed but i just can't be bothered to tune it)
A sense of general frustration creeps on like a mist and try as I may to fend it off, i'm suddenly surrounded by fog.
A test of will?
a trial of the character?
In grander tales the hero when met with this would push on, breaking through this smoke screen with steely determination and resolve.
This night at least (and lately most nights), there is no grand tale to tell, and no victory song to sing.
The fog comes and i pray once again, for a compass to find my way back unto my path.
[interlude]
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
even as i write it is like someone shoving a compass into my hands.
if you all excuse me, i'll need to check my bearings.
we may yet get through this my friends.
Work seems mundane and I just can't seem to focus or be interested in the many (many!) things i have on my to do list ( and a stack of others i'm sure i've forgotten to add on.)
My hobbies just don't capture my attention as they did, (German Bob's extensively planned sound system has finally been installed but i just can't be bothered to tune it)
A sense of general frustration creeps on like a mist and try as I may to fend it off, i'm suddenly surrounded by fog.
A test of will?
a trial of the character?
In grander tales the hero when met with this would push on, breaking through this smoke screen with steely determination and resolve.
This night at least (and lately most nights), there is no grand tale to tell, and no victory song to sing.
The fog comes and i pray once again, for a compass to find my way back unto my path.
[interlude]
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
even as i write it is like someone shoving a compass into my hands.
if you all excuse me, i'll need to check my bearings.
we may yet get through this my friends.
Oh vanity, thy name is Bo Grasso!
Its taken about 20 mins of bickering and bargaining before my best friend lets me decide on a name that guises his (or her?) identity lest my blog tarnish his pristine reputation (of what exactly i don't know)
so here is... Bo Grasso!
Long time comrade and true friend, I welcome you to this my humble walk.
so here is... Bo Grasso!
Long time comrade and true friend, I welcome you to this my humble walk.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My first post from work!
Robin red breast, friend of man...
A line from a nameless poem that came from long ago.
How this relates to this post?
Well, after much guilt I went out at lunch time to buy a full meter of plush wolly cloth, in a deep crimson, just like a robin's chest.
For what you ask?
To make a series of warm and fuzzy doggie cloaks of course!
Gray furry dog will at least have a stylish shield against the cold.
Pics to be posted when i have completed this little experiment (yes it will be my first time sewing anything that wasn't a military uniform, but that is a story for another time...)
A line from a nameless poem that came from long ago.
How this relates to this post?
Well, after much guilt I went out at lunch time to buy a full meter of plush wolly cloth, in a deep crimson, just like a robin's chest.
For what you ask?
To make a series of warm and fuzzy doggie cloaks of course!
Gray furry dog will at least have a stylish shield against the cold.
Pics to be posted when i have completed this little experiment (yes it will be my first time sewing anything that wasn't a military uniform, but that is a story for another time...)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Its cold outside...
In the darkest hour,
when no words would come,
happiness was a furry gray dog with bucked teeth.
When home was far and I lay bleeding in the dark.
Happiness was a furry gray dog that just sat in silence understanding it all.
Its cold outside and a furry gray dog shivers in the dark.
I am sorry my dear dear friend.
-C
when no words would come,
happiness was a furry gray dog with bucked teeth.
When home was far and I lay bleeding in the dark.
Happiness was a furry gray dog that just sat in silence understanding it all.
Its cold outside and a furry gray dog shivers in the dark.
I am sorry my dear dear friend.
-C
So it begins...
The first steps of every journey are always the hardest are they not?
I have often wondered how one begins a blog. How to begin to set down the torrent of words, images , colours that stream forth from the mind.
But most, if not all relationships begin with an introduction, and if the invitation read my thoughts doesn't warrant a introduction, then i honestly don't know what does.
Hello, I am Caravaggio, but my friends call me C.
Welcome to my world. Here i shall pen my thoughts, emotions, hopes, fears and story. In many aspects, this will be my soliloquy.
There will be cliques, laughter and tears both petty and noble to be shared as i walk my life serving God, I hope you will join me in this adventure.
- C
I have often wondered how one begins a blog. How to begin to set down the torrent of words, images , colours that stream forth from the mind.
But most, if not all relationships begin with an introduction, and if the invitation read my thoughts doesn't warrant a introduction, then i honestly don't know what does.
Hello, I am Caravaggio, but my friends call me C.
Welcome to my world. Here i shall pen my thoughts, emotions, hopes, fears and story. In many aspects, this will be my soliloquy.
There will be cliques, laughter and tears both petty and noble to be shared as i walk my life serving God, I hope you will join me in this adventure.
- C
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