Corrinne May...

It is a strange relationship I have with music.

It moves me, sometimes...

But when it does my mind and heart will swim circles in whatever it is that has caught me in its updraft.

Recent additions to this list are:

Everything by the once hated Michael Bublé

How did you fall? by newly discovered Chris Rice

Maybe you've been brain washed too - The only new radicals album ever. It finally made it on the list after 9 years...

But i digress, i chanced upon one of my favourite singer song writers releasing a brand new album. It is rare that i pay for a cd nowadays, but darn I pulled out my wallet fast for this one.

I've missed her concerts twice in the rare occasions she performed in singapore. And this being only her 2nd album, I had to have it.

so on its way to me is an *hopefully* autographed copy of her latest album.

She may not be the best singer, or writer.

But when her music plays, somewhere inside, Caravaggio dances.

Caravaggio discovers facebook!

Bo Grosso: Dude, check out face book.

Me: Is this like friendster? *logs on and signs up*

Bo Grosso: Sorta, but more interactive, there's lotsa stuff you can do there.

Me: Right... this looks just like friendster, you must be bored at work or something.



Yes yes, call me behind with the times, but i've recently discovered facebook.

And whilst i think the fandangled apps to customize your profile page are yet another incarnation of the "starbucks syndrome" (Its not coffee, its an identity! Mocah latte Grande half caf with a dash of netmeg please ).

I found it great to find old friends that i lost touch with. And WOW ppl have certainly gotten busy!

shy quiet girl turns hyper fitness junkie.
Socialist campaigner in uni actually moving to cuba.
Grand European citynames in the location field.

Facebook, thanks for letting me find some old friends again.

And thanks to you Bo Grosss, for getting me on it.

This present darkness

I have been busy at work these last 2 days.

Things going back to the way its always been.

From what you ask?

Sunday I faced darkness, a demon not of my own and uncontainable.

Things went back to normal on monday... but with scars so deep i can feel them in the darkest night.

the worst thing is?

I'm almost used to it...

Duty is the heaviest burden...

Love is long suffering

1 Corinthians 13:4

Yes it is... yes it is

Israel - Still Standing Lyrics

You gave me courage to believe that all your goodness I will see and if it had not been for you standing on my side where would I be

To you I lift my offering and set my heart on higher things for if it had not been for you standing on my side where would I be

If not for your goodness if not for your grace I don't know where I would be today if not for your kindness I never could say I'm still standing if not for your mercy if not for your love I most likely would have given up if not for your favor I never could say I'm still standing but by the grace of God

I'm still standing I'm standing I'm still standing but by the grace of God




More Israel Lyrics...

Saturday night Fever

For the first time this year Caravaggio hit the clubs last night!

Do I still have the moves? Yes I do, u know i do!

OOhhh yeah

Here's a few highlights


(1) Funking Mambo tunes whilst waiting to get in
(2) Watching sam sam the indon man try to pick up
(3) Realizing the girl in (2) was a "working girl" that was attending to her sugar daddy
(4) Watching a skinny Vietnamese fella try to pick up with the line "do you speak english?"
(5) Watching a girl practice her grooves... on a wall.
(6) No smoky smells on leaving the club.

All in all, not too shabby a night!

Oh to dance the rainbow

<- I saw this clip today and it made me a little melancholic.

But once again, I start in the middle of a story.

I am a story teller, a spinner of yarns, a word smith.

I have always held to the belief that the stories choose their audience, the role of the teller relive the tale and let the magic of the story tell itself.

This strip reminded me of how much we lose, in growing up.

When the magical turns mundane and the tales just fade...

Fight the grayness friends.

Don't lose touch with the magic.

Tell your tales, sing your songs, and let the colours dance.

Headhunted...

Nothing artsy or reflective today readers, this is a post dedicated to hard, bill paying reality...

It was late on a wed afternoon on a particularly slow day at work. And in my boredom i sent a generic CV to an ad that simply read. "Project managers wanted, Attractive Defense Projects, Australia Wide Roles.

A few weeks later i get a call asking me me to attend a phone interview.

So i jump to this company's website and start researching.

Medium sized defense contractor. Has some fairly interesting projects going on. Some systems i've even trained on myself back in the day (*yes i was an army man* (to the tune of "do you know the muffin man")).

Interview 1

C: Blah, blah, blah my experience, blah blah blah, suitable for this role, blah blah blah I would prefer Sydney roles

Company: Blah, blah ,blah company, blah blah, blah, new project, blah, blah, blah Probably Adelaide, probably not sydney

Seems that they did take a liking to me and after my point that i did not relish the thought of Adelaide, they set me up for the 2nd interview... with the Adelaide project team.

And that went pretty smoothly too, i have all the right skills they need, and they like my ex-army back ground and experience with the defense work thing.

I'm pretty sure that they will give me at least 25% more pay then what im' getting now,

The only catch is... I still don't like the idea of Adelaide. And truth be told I am rather settled here.

I'd relish the idea of moving up to Sydney for the better weather and more active life. Not to mention Bo Grosso being up there does help make it attractive for the short term.

But Adelaide? The city of churches?

I don't know...

comments? stories?