Question of the day

I was sitting in the bath last night enjoying the sound of rain on the iron roof of the house. Then something happened to disrupt my serenity. It was a dripping tap. It was horrible. Drip. Splat. At uneven intervals. And it just made me wonder, why is rain on a metal roof one of the best sounds ever, when a dripping tap is so annoying? Why doesn't falling rain sound like a million dripping taps?

I hate writing

I hate writing. I am absolutely terrified of putting down my crappy thoughts on paper for others to view with their judging eyes. I really really try. But I still hate it. I don't know how things can sound so original in my head and yet look so banal on my screen. This is so horribly painful. I want to work with plants.

Sienna Miller, I hate your fashion!

Dear Sienna Miller,

I had a dream about you the other night. Don't worry, it wasn't a rude one. What happened was, I dreamt that you worked at my research centre, at the other end of my office. One day, you were arriving at work and I could see you below my window walking through the car park. I opened the window and screamed out "Sienna Miller, I HATE YOUR FASHION" This is only partly true. I think I would prefer to say that I don't think you are particularly an amazing fashion icon, but then again neither are most people and I don't think I would really use the word hate in that situation. I don't think it is responsible to bring monochromatic rags back into fashion though.

Fifi-Belle

Ode to the Stalactite Cave at the AAC

This blog entry is about how much I love the fibreglass mud cave structure at the Adelaide Aquatic Centre. We are entering an age of shiny space age architecture where everything is made of stainless steel. Everything is angular, ice coloured, non slip and minimalist. Not the crazy mud cave, where for no particular reason an otherwise sensible, functional swimming pool building turn brown and starts oozing stalactites of brown plastic from the ceiling. Or stalagmites? There's even a shower (unused) there.
It's comforting to know that Magic Mountain might be gone, but there's still a little piece of tacky plasic heaven left in Adelaide.