Dear Human Nature,
My mind boggles at the blanket coverage, singular form, identikit name that you bare. No two Human Nature's are alike and yet we refer to you like it's one size fits all. People dismiss things as Human Nature all the time, yet I don't feel it would ever be in my nature to rob, steal or hurt another intentionally. It makes me wonder if the unthinkable were to happen on our planet, would we look after each other or would it really be survival of the fittest? I feel like I am looking at wolves, running in ferocious packs and I'm trying to think of the times in my life when I too got caught up in the momentum of others. I think the last time may have been a boyband phase as a thirteen year old, no less all consuming but infinitely less damaging, unless you count my family's ear drums.
The bright side appeared in the last 36 hours, people bandied together to protect their business' and chase off the scum who were trying to destroy them. Good folk came out afterwards and cleaned up the destruction, and they did it through twitter, another example of pack mentality, (for what is twitter, if not one big gang?), being used for good. Maybe the one common bond of Human Nature is to feel like you belong to something bigger than yourself, whether that be good or bad, the desire to be included is really two sides of the same coin and your fate is decided on the thing that makes you flip.
I have yet to meet a person who was exactly like another, sure we can dismiss individuals for many reasons, say they are the same, but really, when you dig a little deeper, everyone is so different, it's hard to believe we all came into being in the same fashion. My fingers are crossed for the good side of you, I hope you win, I hope kindness, care and a chance to highlight why this has happened in the first place are put at the forefront and after all the material things that were broken have been fixed, we start to tackle what is really broken in our society....
Yours sincerely,
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Running With The Pack...
Dear Rioter,
I'm wondering, as you loot, pillage, inflict terror and pain, destroy all in your path and do your best to make a soul sad and wonder about human nature, do you even know the name of the man who was shot to begin with? Didn't think so...
Yours sincerely,
I'm wondering, as you loot, pillage, inflict terror and pain, destroy all in your path and do your best to make a soul sad and wonder about human nature, do you even know the name of the man who was shot to begin with? Didn't think so...
Yours sincerely,
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Share And Share Alike...
Dear Reader,
Some videos are just too beautiful to not share...
Yours sincerely,
Some videos are just too beautiful to not share...
Yours sincerely,
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Television, The Drug Of A Nation...
Dear Good Holy Christ On A Bike,
Last night, on a rare occasion I decided to turn on the telly, not because I am so morally superior that I no longer watch tv, but because I find the internet allows me to choose productively what I want to watch, instead of being sucked into an endless, unproductive, timeless vortex of, well, poop. Last night, I was in the mood for poop, wow does that type bad or what? You know, some vacuous, mind numbing, I do not wish to concentrate on one more thing, poop. Be careful what you wish for, indeed.
There it was, Embarrassing Fat Bodies, a title so insensitive that it was the perfect companion to a programme that hauled individuals up in front of the nation and highlighted every single thing that was wrong with them, physically, emotionally and mentally, in the name of entertainment. Throw some more chum in the water, the sharks be circling. And it was at that exact moment that I realised future generations will be able to look back and pinpoint the precise moment that man's intellect began it's steep, steady and speedy decline...
Yours sincerely,
Last night, on a rare occasion I decided to turn on the telly, not because I am so morally superior that I no longer watch tv, but because I find the internet allows me to choose productively what I want to watch, instead of being sucked into an endless, unproductive, timeless vortex of, well, poop. Last night, I was in the mood for poop, wow does that type bad or what? You know, some vacuous, mind numbing, I do not wish to concentrate on one more thing, poop. Be careful what you wish for, indeed.
There it was, Embarrassing Fat Bodies, a title so insensitive that it was the perfect companion to a programme that hauled individuals up in front of the nation and highlighted every single thing that was wrong with them, physically, emotionally and mentally, in the name of entertainment. Throw some more chum in the water, the sharks be circling. And it was at that exact moment that I realised future generations will be able to look back and pinpoint the precise moment that man's intellect began it's steep, steady and speedy decline...
Yours sincerely,
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Work It...
Dear Citizens of Normalcy,
Does anybody else think it's a little weird, that sometimes in the blog world you stumble upon a person who posts 72 pictures of themself, in various poses, in a meadow? Sometimes, it's all a little Mariah Carey, just sayin'...
Yours sincerely,
Does anybody else think it's a little weird, that sometimes in the blog world you stumble upon a person who posts 72 pictures of themself, in various poses, in a meadow? Sometimes, it's all a little Mariah Carey, just sayin'...
Yours sincerely,
A Breath Of Fresh Air...
Dear New York State Senator Roy McDonald,
Every so now and again, I am reminded that not everyone in politics is bad. Not everyone in politics is afraid to speak the truth for fear of upsetting the people who bank roll them. Every so now and again I am reminded that the fact we live in a society where this is even considered to be an issue is ridiculous. That years from now, future generations will look back on ours, shamefaced, that we would try to police love. That we had the audacity to sit idly by, whilst our friends and relatives were abused, berated and denied basic human rights, simply because they love someone of the same gender. Every so now and again, a man like you, remembers why you got into politics in the first place. You wanted to make a difference, a real difference, to other people's lives, not just your own.
"You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn't black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing. You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it, I don't care what you think. I'm trying to do the right thing. I'm tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it. I come from a blue-collar background. I'm trying to do the right thing, and that's where I'm going with this."
Yes Senator, sometimes all the Ivy League Graduate School prepped speeches in the world, can't hold a candle to the truth and a well placed fuck it, and for that sir, I applaud you...
Yours sincerely,
Every so now and again, I am reminded that not everyone in politics is bad. Not everyone in politics is afraid to speak the truth for fear of upsetting the people who bank roll them. Every so now and again I am reminded that the fact we live in a society where this is even considered to be an issue is ridiculous. That years from now, future generations will look back on ours, shamefaced, that we would try to police love. That we had the audacity to sit idly by, whilst our friends and relatives were abused, berated and denied basic human rights, simply because they love someone of the same gender. Every so now and again, a man like you, remembers why you got into politics in the first place. You wanted to make a difference, a real difference, to other people's lives, not just your own.
"You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn't black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing. You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it, I don't care what you think. I'm trying to do the right thing. I'm tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it. I come from a blue-collar background. I'm trying to do the right thing, and that's where I'm going with this."
Yes Senator, sometimes all the Ivy League Graduate School prepped speeches in the world, can't hold a candle to the truth and a well placed fuck it, and for that sir, I applaud you...
Yours sincerely,
Thursday, June 16, 2011
For Hands That Do dishes...
Dear Friend,
Don't worry about changing my glass, at this stage we have drank so much wine, you could pour it in my shoe, some friends transcend washing up liquid, just saying...
Yours sincerely,
Don't worry about changing my glass, at this stage we have drank so much wine, you could pour it in my shoe, some friends transcend washing up liquid, just saying...
Yours sincerely,
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Scrambled...
Dear Paul Victor De Seze,
"While it is true that the mind is common to all human beings" wrote Paul Victor De Seze "the active employment thereof is not conducive to all. For women, in fact, this activity can be quite harmful. Because of their natural weakness, greater brain activity in women would exhaust all the other organs and thus disrupt their proper functioning. Above all however, it would be the generative organs which would be the most fatigued and endangered through the over exertion of the brain". Hmmm, thinking cracks your eggs?
Now, me being me, I wanted to check you out. I realise, I was playing a dangerous game of Russian Roulette with my fertility by doing this, as some of your words may have contained more than two whole syllables.... but pull the trigger and call me Natasha, I wanted to know more about you. Turns out, whilst you may have been a tad misogynistic, you did an awful lot of good AND you were born in St Emilion, the home of my favourite red wine. Good red wine and helping deaf kids? If this were a game of cards, then you just trumped my ovaries. Damn you. Anyway, I've started reading more about you and now you've introduced me to a few more names I don't recognise, and as I don't like being stupid + I do love to google = problem solved. Yeah, I solved that all by myself and I wore lipstick while I did it, stick that in your pipe Paul Victor De Seze....
Yours sincerely,
"While it is true that the mind is common to all human beings" wrote Paul Victor De Seze "the active employment thereof is not conducive to all. For women, in fact, this activity can be quite harmful. Because of their natural weakness, greater brain activity in women would exhaust all the other organs and thus disrupt their proper functioning. Above all however, it would be the generative organs which would be the most fatigued and endangered through the over exertion of the brain". Hmmm, thinking cracks your eggs?
Now, me being me, I wanted to check you out. I realise, I was playing a dangerous game of Russian Roulette with my fertility by doing this, as some of your words may have contained more than two whole syllables.... but pull the trigger and call me Natasha, I wanted to know more about you. Turns out, whilst you may have been a tad misogynistic, you did an awful lot of good AND you were born in St Emilion, the home of my favourite red wine. Good red wine and helping deaf kids? If this were a game of cards, then you just trumped my ovaries. Damn you. Anyway, I've started reading more about you and now you've introduced me to a few more names I don't recognise, and as I don't like being stupid + I do love to google = problem solved. Yeah, I solved that all by myself and I wore lipstick while I did it, stick that in your pipe Paul Victor De Seze....
Yours sincerely,
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Huston, We Do Not Have A Problem...
Dear Anjelica,
Oh Anjelica, let me count the ways I love thee. Maybe it's the fact your personal style blows any of today's young bland starlets so far out of the water they could be sitting on top of the Bellagio. Maybe it's because your finely tuned performances in so many films, remind me of a time when people strove to be good at something, as opposed to just being famous.
Maybe it's your torrid love affairs with inappropriate men that tell me, even when it looks like someone has everything, they do not, in fact, have everything. Maybe it's the fact you didn't buckle under the pressure of a famous family and produced a body of work in your own right that you can be proud of(we'll ignore The Adam's Family, nice save with Life Aquatic though),instead of spending the trust fund and talking about how you could have been a contender, you were probably too busy polishing your Oscar for that sort of chat.
Maybe it's because you chose to grow older with grace and not inject your face with tonnes of poison. Maybe it's because you occupy your time with creating new work, writing and directing, thereby proving women in the entertainment industry need not be put out to pasture once they blow out 40 candles. Maybe it's because you and Grace Coddington hung out all the time. Maybe, just maybe, it's because tall girls with strong features like to see other tall girls with strong features, dainty we ain't, different we are. Maybe it's all of the above combined, regardless, Anjelica, I salute you...
Yours sincerely,
Oh Anjelica, let me count the ways I love thee. Maybe it's the fact your personal style blows any of today's young bland starlets so far out of the water they could be sitting on top of the Bellagio. Maybe it's because your finely tuned performances in so many films, remind me of a time when people strove to be good at something, as opposed to just being famous.
Maybe it's your torrid love affairs with inappropriate men that tell me, even when it looks like someone has everything, they do not, in fact, have everything. Maybe it's the fact you didn't buckle under the pressure of a famous family and produced a body of work in your own right that you can be proud of(we'll ignore The Adam's Family, nice save with Life Aquatic though),instead of spending the trust fund and talking about how you could have been a contender, you were probably too busy polishing your Oscar for that sort of chat.
Maybe it's because you chose to grow older with grace and not inject your face with tonnes of poison. Maybe it's because you occupy your time with creating new work, writing and directing, thereby proving women in the entertainment industry need not be put out to pasture once they blow out 40 candles. Maybe it's because you and Grace Coddington hung out all the time. Maybe, just maybe, it's because tall girls with strong features like to see other tall girls with strong features, dainty we ain't, different we are. Maybe it's all of the above combined, regardless, Anjelica, I salute you...
Yours sincerely,
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Killing Me Softly...
Dear Sara Lund's Jumper,
I feel like you broke up with me.
I watched you for twenty episodes, I saw you chase the bad guy, take on the suits, get kidnapped, fail, dust yourself off and get right back on the horse. I watched you keep her warm as she eyeballed potential suspect after potential suspect and now, now you are gone. I invested in 20, yes 20, hours of you and now you leave my life and I am bereft. No more sweet, cosy, jumper shall I covet thee as I spend far too much of my time off watching you on catch up tv.
Oh jumper, it breaks my heart to think of you stuffed in a wardrobe room somewhere in Denmark, still at least you'll be warm. If I keep you on my screen saver does that qualify as stalking and warrant an investigation? What's Danish for 999..?
Yours sincerely.
I feel like you broke up with me.
Oh jumper, it breaks my heart to think of you stuffed in a wardrobe room somewhere in Denmark, still at least you'll be warm. If I keep you on my screen saver does that qualify as stalking and warrant an investigation? What's Danish for 999..?
Yours sincerely.
I Hate Mantras...
Dear Self,
No one's opinion of you should ever have the power to alter the one you have of yourself, now, kindly remember that. Nobody move, nobody gets hurt...
Yours sincerely,
No one's opinion of you should ever have the power to alter the one you have of yourself, now, kindly remember that. Nobody move, nobody gets hurt...
Yours sincerely,
Monday, March 21, 2011
One Way Or Another...
Dear Males,
Oh yes, it happened, the first casualty of the Spring season, I saw it, walking down the street, like a braying donkey in a field of stallions. Dear males, dear, sweet, sweet, males, there is never; read it again, never, an excuse to wear three quarter length trousers. This time of year sees them seep into the wardrobe of the sartorially challenged (please see footballers casual wear should a diagram be required). Still, at least it was paired with a tight fitting pale lemon t-shirt that gave him nipples not unlike a gobstopper…
I care not for the tribal tattoo caressing your shin, it offends my eyes and insults my very soul; Pamela Anderson has a tribal tattoo. The shin has not, nor will it ever be an erogenous zone, no woman ever threw her knickers in the air at the sight of a pair of three quarter length maharishi trousers. Hard to believe as it may be, an embroidered dragon snaking it’s way up your leg to rest it’s weary head on your left buttock, is the equivalent of hitting the female erection with a teaspoon. I cry foul, and when I say foul I mean why does the eye not pop out of the head so it may caressed with an eraser to remove the images that burn my retina so, a design fault indeed Monsieur Darwin. I am loathe to refer to them as trousers, trousers caress the ankle and frame a fabulous shoe, trousers tell me you mean business, trousers tell me you know your The Kooples from your K Mart, trousers tell me you will always remove your socks first so that I may be spared the sight of you in your drawers and socks. Drawers and socks, it ain’t no fish and chips in terms of lexicon. There’s a reason for this.
A three quarter length trouser always instills in me the fear of a formidable mother, for what grown man would pick these because he liked them? Are you there Norman, come in it’s me, Mrs. Bates, time to get dressed love, let me just take the hem up with my knife. I beg of you Dear Males, pick long or pick short, but stop with the in between, you can’t have it both ways and sometimes when you try, you just come off looking silly, like so many other things in life...
Yours sincerely,
Oh yes, it happened, the first casualty of the Spring season, I saw it, walking down the street, like a braying donkey in a field of stallions. Dear males, dear, sweet, sweet, males, there is never; read it again, never, an excuse to wear three quarter length trousers. This time of year sees them seep into the wardrobe of the sartorially challenged (please see footballers casual wear should a diagram be required). Still, at least it was paired with a tight fitting pale lemon t-shirt that gave him nipples not unlike a gobstopper…
I care not for the tribal tattoo caressing your shin, it offends my eyes and insults my very soul; Pamela Anderson has a tribal tattoo. The shin has not, nor will it ever be an erogenous zone, no woman ever threw her knickers in the air at the sight of a pair of three quarter length maharishi trousers. Hard to believe as it may be, an embroidered dragon snaking it’s way up your leg to rest it’s weary head on your left buttock, is the equivalent of hitting the female erection with a teaspoon. I cry foul, and when I say foul I mean why does the eye not pop out of the head so it may caressed with an eraser to remove the images that burn my retina so, a design fault indeed Monsieur Darwin. I am loathe to refer to them as trousers, trousers caress the ankle and frame a fabulous shoe, trousers tell me you mean business, trousers tell me you know your The Kooples from your K Mart, trousers tell me you will always remove your socks first so that I may be spared the sight of you in your drawers and socks. Drawers and socks, it ain’t no fish and chips in terms of lexicon. There’s a reason for this.
A three quarter length trouser always instills in me the fear of a formidable mother, for what grown man would pick these because he liked them? Are you there Norman, come in it’s me, Mrs. Bates, time to get dressed love, let me just take the hem up with my knife. I beg of you Dear Males, pick long or pick short, but stop with the in between, you can’t have it both ways and sometimes when you try, you just come off looking silly, like so many other things in life...
Yours sincerely,
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Share The Love...
Dear Readers,
Well lookee, lookee here, the delightful *s* at Shine Little Light has given me an award. I would like to thank the academy...ahem...but mostly, in the spirit of this award I would like you to check out the three below.
The basic premise being, think of us, the little blogs, less then 300 followers, mine stands at a racy 69, (which my inner 14 year old boy finds endlessly amusing), being your local coffee shop, this way we support each other and go up against the big guys, the Starbucks of the blogging world if you like. You know, the blogs with 18,000 followers who talk about worming their cats, yeah, you know who you are...or maybe we're not going up against anyone? Maybe I just woke up feisty? Maybe it's just a nice way to let you know about some of my favourites? Not least being the delightful lady above who nominated me. The ones down the left sidebar are always worth a look too...
Seeds and Stitches Always informative, interesting and inspiring, me likee, me likee a lot.
Found,now home Never before has one blog been so responsible for making my tea loving, Irish heart, backflip.
Sighs and Whispers Oh where to start, suffice to say, where does she find these photos? Beautiful.
I hope you enjoy, I know I do...
Yours sincerely,
Well lookee, lookee here, the delightful *s* at Shine Little Light has given me an award. I would like to thank the academy...ahem...but mostly, in the spirit of this award I would like you to check out the three below.
The basic premise being, think of us, the little blogs, less then 300 followers, mine stands at a racy 69, (which my inner 14 year old boy finds endlessly amusing), being your local coffee shop, this way we support each other and go up against the big guys, the Starbucks of the blogging world if you like. You know, the blogs with 18,000 followers who talk about worming their cats, yeah, you know who you are...or maybe we're not going up against anyone? Maybe I just woke up feisty? Maybe it's just a nice way to let you know about some of my favourites? Not least being the delightful lady above who nominated me. The ones down the left sidebar are always worth a look too...
Seeds and Stitches Always informative, interesting and inspiring, me likee, me likee a lot.
Found,now home Never before has one blog been so responsible for making my tea loving, Irish heart, backflip.
Sighs and Whispers Oh where to start, suffice to say, where does she find these photos? Beautiful.
I hope you enjoy, I know I do...
Yours sincerely,
A Black Velvet Band...
Dear St Patrick,
Today is your day, it is also my birthday, therefore, my day too. We have so much in common, in another life we could have dated, in a Thorn Birds you'd need to stop with the whole man of God kind of way. All I know is, sometimes a girl needs a little help casting out the snakes...
Yours sincerely,
Today is your day, it is also my birthday, therefore, my day too. We have so much in common, in another life we could have dated, in a Thorn Birds you'd need to stop with the whole man of God kind of way. All I know is, sometimes a girl needs a little help casting out the snakes...
Yours sincerely,
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Look Up, Look Up I Say...
Dear Strangers,
I smiled at 17 of you today, 9 of you smiled back and looked surprised as you did so. I would have smiled at more of you, only it became apparent eye contact would be required in order for a smile to be exchanged. It was a simple experiment and my findings lead me to believe that people look down far too much...
Yours sincerely,
I smiled at 17 of you today, 9 of you smiled back and looked surprised as you did so. I would have smiled at more of you, only it became apparent eye contact would be required in order for a smile to be exchanged. It was a simple experiment and my findings lead me to believe that people look down far too much...
Yours sincerely,
Friday, March 11, 2011
Nothing Stranger...
Dear Strangers,
Today, I am conducting an experiment. Today, I am going to smile at you all day long and I am going to count you. I am also going to count how many of you who smile back, it will be an interesting new way to do subtraction...
Yours sincerely,
Today, I am conducting an experiment. Today, I am going to smile at you all day long and I am going to count you. I am also going to count how many of you who smile back, it will be an interesting new way to do subtraction...
Yours sincerely,
First Floor...
Dear People In Elevators,
Stop looking at your phone and pretending to check a message that really isn't there. Look up, smile, flirt,engage with a real human as opposed to a virtual one, you just never know what might happen...
Yours sincerely,
Stop looking at your phone and pretending to check a message that really isn't there. Look up, smile, flirt,engage with a real human as opposed to a virtual one, you just never know what might happen...
Yours sincerely,
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Oh Karl...
Dear Karl Lagerfeld,
I watched your documentary the other day. Can I just say I love you? A real, true, unquestionable, unstoppable, kind of love. Oh yes, Mr Lagerfeld, I do believe I am crushing hard. I always knew you were a genius, I had no idea you were so funny. And so I find myself falling in love with a gay man, again...
Yours sincerely,
Yours sincerely,
Monday, March 07, 2011
You Know You Want To...
Dear Temptation,
I am trying to stay put for a bit, just a bit, my feet are a little bit cross with me of late as I promised them some time at home and I am made this promise whilst packing a case internally. I saw my feet look at me like they knew what I was up to, but someone once said promise good, promise bad, so I closed the lid and shut the drawer, cursing my toes as I did so. I promised my fingers the same thing, a chance to engage with my brain, to top up my levels, to read, to write, to create, for all my travels, much as I love them, were starting to deplete me a little. So temptation, sit, stay, good dog. We are in the process of a restoration, we've already repaired the first layer, a few more weeks and we will go again for sure, for that is who I am, but in the mean time, let's remember how good it feels to be still...
Yours sincerely,
I am trying to stay put for a bit, just a bit, my feet are a little bit cross with me of late as I promised them some time at home and I am made this promise whilst packing a case internally. I saw my feet look at me like they knew what I was up to, but someone once said promise good, promise bad, so I closed the lid and shut the drawer, cursing my toes as I did so. I promised my fingers the same thing, a chance to engage with my brain, to top up my levels, to read, to write, to create, for all my travels, much as I love them, were starting to deplete me a little. So temptation, sit, stay, good dog. We are in the process of a restoration, we've already repaired the first layer, a few more weeks and we will go again for sure, for that is who I am, but in the mean time, let's remember how good it feels to be still...
Yours sincerely,
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