April 2008

I want what Pam and Jim have in the Office -Season 4 Episode 10.


My uncle spent 6 months in Boca Raton FL about ten years ago. There was a local watering hole -the Crab Shack- that specializes in draft beer and tequila shots. Every Friday night a guy would come by with a long table, equipped with 3 alleys and set up shop inside the pub.

Accompanying him was 6 rough ‘n’ tough racers… crabs of course. All marked distinctively with different shades of food colouring. How it worked was there were 2-3 people per team and of course the crab of choice. The table was sectioned off and marked by feet, 8 in total. Bets are placed and then they’re off! A whirlwind of little pinchers and rainbow shells begin to clumsily make their way down the track in an almost psychedelic manner.

Once the first little champion makes it to the 1 foot marker the losing teams not only have to down a tequila shot and chase it with draft beer but also pay that round of the bar tab. This occurs every time a crab makes it to the next marker! Now, you can imagine as the wee crabs near the final stretch (2 hours later) the folk involved are reasonably sloshed as are the remaining bar occupants -side bets are also made throughout the duration of the race.

You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced such an event. After all wondrous things happen at crab racing.

A bunch of us had seemingly won a trip to New Zealand. My Mom, brother and I (my Sister had ventured off with friends) were climbing a winding staircase up a massive mountain. We reached the top and a lovely lady let us walk through her home to get to a secret route back down the mountain so we could avoid the masses of people coming up behind us. After admiring the lovely wooden table her Maori husband had hand crafted, we made our way back down. While descending I began to play with a bottom tooth that had been bothering me. After wiggling away it came loose and fell into my hand. I was disturbed, mortified and was worried others would notice.

I woke up and, of course, checked it out:

“Oftentimes, it is not the dream of the teeth falling out that creates the disturbance to the psyche but the feelings that accompany the dream. There is often a feeling of helplessness, of powerlessness–the teeth are coming out and there is nothing the dreamer can do to stop the process. Whichever way they make their exit, the dreamer is left with not only a gap in her smile, but a hole in her heart when she awakens.”

“Dreams of tooth loss coupled with anxiety reflect a fear of change, fear of transition. Ask yourself if there is some transition that you are fearful of making.”

“Sometimes tooth loss dreams point to a fear of failure or embarrassment. In waking life, when people lose teeth, they often cover their mouths when talking or smiling. Is there something you want to do but are afraid of undertaking because you fear you’ll look foolish if you fail?”

VERY interesting indeed. I do believe that secret messages are relevant in dreams like these.

Where do shower songs come from? Should shower songs be three minutes long so we don’t waste water? Are these songs we have heard recently? I seem to have a repertoire of songs that have stayed with me for a while. The songs I sing in the shower aren’t even my favourite songs. So where does this come from? What part of the relaxed state of mind allows these dulcet tones to spring forth?


In no particular order here are the ones that come to mind:


Sweet Harmony – The Beloved

Broken Stones – Paul Weller

Hey Jude – Beatles style,

Pennies from Heaven – originally by Frank,

American Pie – McLean version


and my all time favourite for bass baritone – Songs of Love originally by The Divine Comedy (the music is the theme tune to a comedy series called Father Ted). Looking through this list I fear I may be a crooner, but then that’s what singing in the shower should be all about. Queue the imaginary music in your head…


Last year I went to stay at a positively ancient house in deepest darkest Somerset with about 30 of my friends. I’ve been there about 8 or 9 times and I love the place. It calms me. The fireplace has been there since about 900 and the ‘newer’ part of the house since about 1400. Like I said, ancient. On the Sunday morning I came down to breakfast a little late and everyone was eating and chatting. My friend looks up and asks in a very loud voice “Ah there he is, any ideas who was belting out Suspicious Minds at the top of their voice this morning? Apparently the redness of my face answered his question and was greeted with a room full of laughter. My excuse, I was hung over and had simply forgotten where I was and how noise travels in old houses. Happy Days.


Songs of Love


Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
In stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of loveYoung, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While I try to find words
As light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesnt hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So lets sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love




Some amazing music to see you through the night…

Chet Baker, Chet Baker Sings and Plays – “Let’s Get Lost”

Jackson Browne, Running on Empty – “The Load-Out”

Cesaria Evora, Miss Perfumado – “Sodade”

Miles Davis, Bitches Brew – “Miles Runs The Voodoo Down”

Stan Getz, Getz/Gilberto – “Corcovado (Quiet Night of the Stars)”

Massive Attack, Blue Lines – “Unfinished Sympathy”

Marvin Gaye, What’s Going On – “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)”

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Best of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong – “They Can’t Take That Away From Me”

Air, Moon Safari – “Sexy Boy”

Van Morrison, Astral Weeks – “Cypress Avenue”


                                       Home vs House                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                          “A home is where a person is comfortable being.”
A house is a building in which something is sheltered or located.”
                                                                                                                                                                     What makes a home, homey? Perhaps there are many attributes: the company kept there, the décor, location… esentially I think personal contentment dipicts the feeling of comfort that a true home contains.
                                                                                                                                                                Despite living on my own since 18, I have yet to feel at home in my own space. There seems to be a substantial difference between a house and a home. Maybe we have to construct a home in the same manner we would a house. We’d start with the foundation (self-discovery), walls (relationships) and roof (career). The asthetics are added as we progress.
                                                                                                                                                                   “Home is where the heart is.”
                                                                                                                                                                        I’ll know I’m home when I wake with Shakesphere on my lips.




Imagine that life is like a holiday. We arrive at our destination screaming as we’ve lost our luggage and we don’t speak the language.

We get a hotel that’s constantly under construction (our bodies). We try out all the entertainment and explore as much as we like. If we’re lucky we have a holiday romance.


It tends to get a bit sad when the holiday comes to an end but you’ve taken some super photos and have some lovely holiday memories


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