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Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tardiness
Can I ask for a show of hands please? I have received 2 more postcards since the second deadline. I already have 29 challenges due to my need to have an overall game plan. Things are tough at the moment, but I also want to have good fodder for the book - drawing the line is an emotional battle, and I know that sounds overblown and dramatic but that was one of the surprise results of the experiment. The reactions that brewed.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saltwater wells in my eyes...
I am a few days behind on my blogging. I made my first schnitzel on Monday night and it was good. I took a photo which I’ll post when I make the quantum leap to plugging my camera in.
Secondly, a new postcard arrived. Even though the deadline has passed, this is actually a good thing – I don’t think anyone else noticed, but I totally miscalculated the number of challenges on my List page. I counted 4 of Jacob’s challenges, and there should only have been 3. So I only had 28. But now I have 29 again. So it’s ok.
Yay! A happy face in the mail, upside down in an envelope as a reflection of her journey from right-way-up-London to wrong-side-down-Sydney, and a lovely letter to boot. There really is nothing to brighten the soul like a handwritten letter. Thank you, Karen.
The new challenge: “Create a protest song, warning of the dangers of climate change. Once completed, give the song to an environmental charity and get them to put it on their website. We need you to help save the planet!”
I puffed my chest out. Saving the planet has a nice ring to it. My 25th song for the year. This will be my most prolific period, like, ever.
Secondly, a new postcard arrived. Even though the deadline has passed, this is actually a good thing – I don’t think anyone else noticed, but I totally miscalculated the number of challenges on my List page. I counted 4 of Jacob’s challenges, and there should only have been 3. So I only had 28. But now I have 29 again. So it’s ok.
Yay! A happy face in the mail, upside down in an envelope as a reflection of her journey from right-way-up-London to wrong-side-down-Sydney, and a lovely letter to boot. There really is nothing to brighten the soul like a handwritten letter. Thank you, Karen.
The new challenge: “Create a protest song, warning of the dangers of climate change. Once completed, give the song to an environmental charity and get them to put it on their website. We need you to help save the planet!”
I puffed my chest out. Saving the planet has a nice ring to it. My 25th song for the year. This will be my most prolific period, like, ever.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The spaces in between
So, the 22nd came and went, and 6 postcards failed to materialise. There was only one that I wasn’t really expecting to get back, and they’re ok. I didn’t want to learn how to surf anyway (water is cold, and also wet! Two things I don’t like very much). Another is excused due to the lateness of her inclusion and the fact she had a baby almost immediately. But still.
The whole experiment inadvertently took on an emotional life of its own as I took the rollercoaster ride of checking what the postman had brought each day. For the first few days, nothing. Then one. Then a dribble. Then a swarm. First the postcards from those I knew I could rely on, and the wide-eyed wonder of the challenges they proposed. The warmth in realising how well they knew me. Then those on the outer, who I thought might palm the entire thing off as some outlandish flight of fancy, but humoured me anyway. Delight in their deliberate thoughtfulness. Then the surprises, the people to whom I’d cast a wide net but wasn’t sure they would rise to the occasion; the recognition of handwriting from people long lost and a subsequent stirring of affection.
I guess I’d sort of expected not to get all 29 postcards back, but what surprised me in the end is which ones didn’t come home. Every flourish of childish excitement at the unexpected ones, I now realise is countered with a short sharp pang at those who didn’t deem the project important enough. Who didn’t deem me important enough.
Now the deadline has passed, I will admit that I secretly hoped somebody would ask me to get a tattoo, but oh well. I also hoped I would be given the justification to learn how to drive and learn some skills in the kitchen, so it evens out. Perhaps fortunately, the ever-prepared Jacob Sewell considerately provided me with four challenges instead of one. I’ve really only taken up 3 of them, but that at least takes my tally to 26 challenges.
That leaves me three challenges. For bonus points, I am filling the gaps.
1. Give blood.
2. Learn conversational Japanese.
3. Find out more about my parents.
Giving blood is something I’ve always thought I should do, since high school, but never got up the gall to go through with it. The Japanese sounds like a big one, but I really just want to learn enough to help me figure out where the train station is and how to order some sake when we visit there next July. It’s a flying visit, 4 nights in Tokyo, but I dare say that’s plenty of time to get tremendously lost on the way to the train station and accidentally order octopus brains. Hence, a basic understanding of Japanese would be nice. The parental thing is something I literally just came up with. My Mum and Dad got married late in proceedings and are quite inhibited about their lives before me and before each other. It’s intriguing. I have hints about who they were, but often I feel like I don’t really know them. They’re not big talkers.
I’ve also realised there are other goals I have quietly set for myself – the vegetarian Thursday thing; trying to read all of the books on our bookshelf before going to the store and drooling over more of them; drinking more water instead of soft drinks or cordial; the “no non-essential spending” weeks. I’d be doing these things anyway, so don’t worry, I’m not trying to cheat, but it is just curious the way we make these shifts without giving them too much thought.
The whole experiment inadvertently took on an emotional life of its own as I took the rollercoaster ride of checking what the postman had brought each day. For the first few days, nothing. Then one. Then a dribble. Then a swarm. First the postcards from those I knew I could rely on, and the wide-eyed wonder of the challenges they proposed. The warmth in realising how well they knew me. Then those on the outer, who I thought might palm the entire thing off as some outlandish flight of fancy, but humoured me anyway. Delight in their deliberate thoughtfulness. Then the surprises, the people to whom I’d cast a wide net but wasn’t sure they would rise to the occasion; the recognition of handwriting from people long lost and a subsequent stirring of affection.
I guess I’d sort of expected not to get all 29 postcards back, but what surprised me in the end is which ones didn’t come home. Every flourish of childish excitement at the unexpected ones, I now realise is countered with a short sharp pang at those who didn’t deem the project important enough. Who didn’t deem me important enough.
Now the deadline has passed, I will admit that I secretly hoped somebody would ask me to get a tattoo, but oh well. I also hoped I would be given the justification to learn how to drive and learn some skills in the kitchen, so it evens out. Perhaps fortunately, the ever-prepared Jacob Sewell considerately provided me with four challenges instead of one. I’ve really only taken up 3 of them, but that at least takes my tally to 26 challenges.
That leaves me three challenges. For bonus points, I am filling the gaps.
1. Give blood.
2. Learn conversational Japanese.
3. Find out more about my parents.
Giving blood is something I’ve always thought I should do, since high school, but never got up the gall to go through with it. The Japanese sounds like a big one, but I really just want to learn enough to help me figure out where the train station is and how to order some sake when we visit there next July. It’s a flying visit, 4 nights in Tokyo, but I dare say that’s plenty of time to get tremendously lost on the way to the train station and accidentally order octopus brains. Hence, a basic understanding of Japanese would be nice. The parental thing is something I literally just came up with. My Mum and Dad got married late in proceedings and are quite inhibited about their lives before me and before each other. It’s intriguing. I have hints about who they were, but often I feel like I don’t really know them. They’re not big talkers.
I’ve also realised there are other goals I have quietly set for myself – the vegetarian Thursday thing; trying to read all of the books on our bookshelf before going to the store and drooling over more of them; drinking more water instead of soft drinks or cordial; the “no non-essential spending” weeks. I’d be doing these things anyway, so don’t worry, I’m not trying to cheat, but it is just curious the way we make these shifts without giving them too much thought.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Speed blogging
I have decided I would like to have Louis Theroux over for dinner. And a drink or seven. He seems like a charming individual, although I fear that Ben and I are a little less interesting than the weirdos he usually finds himself hanging out with.
As work descends into absolute chaos again, I am finding the gap widening between things I have to say and the time allocated to saying them. Here’s a brief rundown:
- Ben and I went to the south coast for our 1st wedding anniversary. We saw whales, completely by accident. It was awesome.
- I got another postcard. It’s dangerous.
- I went to my second gospel choir practice. It sounded pretty.
- I have not been riding my bike, because I suck. Must get back on tomorrow.
- I finished reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. … I can’t even think of what to say about this.
I have many more things to say on all of the above subjects but for now this will have to do. Come to the Sly Fox tomorrow night if you want to talk to me about them in person. Dusker are onstage at 9.30pm.
As work descends into absolute chaos again, I am finding the gap widening between things I have to say and the time allocated to saying them. Here’s a brief rundown:
- Ben and I went to the south coast for our 1st wedding anniversary. We saw whales, completely by accident. It was awesome.
- I got another postcard. It’s dangerous.
- I went to my second gospel choir practice. It sounded pretty.
- I have not been riding my bike, because I suck. Must get back on tomorrow.
- I finished reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. … I can’t even think of what to say about this.
I have many more things to say on all of the above subjects but for now this will have to do. Come to the Sly Fox tomorrow night if you want to talk to me about them in person. Dusker are onstage at 9.30pm.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I-Tube
22 postcards! This is getting exciting. I never actually thought I might receive them all... just a couple of the usual unreliable suspects lagging. Some of the latest additions include posting one of my songs on Youtube, joining a theatre group, and doing a mini-busking tour of Australia (must comprise of 2 capital cities and 2 country towns). That's a clever one. Must find out about busking laws. I actually already have a couple of songs on Youtube, but I'm going to use this one as an excuse to film a proper video clip. It's something I've been wanting to do for far too long.
Speaking of songs being posted on Youtube, I think I've written the first of my "songs about challenges" challenge. I just need to practice it a bit more, and then I'll put it on the interwebz. Bart's stipulations are quite detailed, and one of the instructions is to hastily record the song in some semi-professional capacity, so I am planning to put video versions up first (raw, like!) and record later to pretty them up a bit. As long as the song is written before the 22nd of each month, it's allowed. This first song (imaginatively titled "This Song") is a bit ridiculous actually, so we'll just have to see how it pans out.
Speaking of songs being posted on Youtube, I think I've written the first of my "songs about challenges" challenge. I just need to practice it a bit more, and then I'll put it on the interwebz. Bart's stipulations are quite detailed, and one of the instructions is to hastily record the song in some semi-professional capacity, so I am planning to put video versions up first (raw, like!) and record later to pretty them up a bit. As long as the song is written before the 22nd of each month, it's allowed. This first song (imaginatively titled "This Song") is a bit ridiculous actually, so we'll just have to see how it pans out.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Human
21 postcards in. I'm pleasantly surprised at who has come through with the goods. I often wonder what our postman must think.
Due to what has been a high-stress, high-emotion and high-activity week, we decided against doing the Manly walk today (which turned out to be a good move because there was some rain earlier too). Instead we slept in, treated ourselves to a big breakfast, and rented a Wii game that we are pretty appalling at so far. I'm starting to feel human again.
I went and bought a copy of "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter", apparently a modern classic, by Carson McCullers. I'm assuming this is the book Tim challenged me to read, as Cormac McCarthy didn't have one of the same name. There is something wonderful about a new book, particularly one that has been recommended to you. A fresh paperback, waiting to be devoured. At the moment I'm struggling to read "The Pillars of Hercules" by Paul Theroux - not because it isn't interesting or well-written, on the contrary, but I'm just not engaging so far. Travel books aren't really my usual bag. So it will be nice to have a crunchy novel to bite into again.
I'm pleased to say that we've done what feels like a lot of cycling the last 2 days, and it has been very rewarding. I'm becoming more familiar with Woodstock's movements and quirks, and feeling the bond grow between bike and owner. I'm still not confident of taking the journey to work - mostly due to a combination of a couple of steep points and peak hour traffic - but I"m considering maybe doing a partial ride (catching the train the remainder of the way).
I realised last night that somewhere this week, I stopped meditating. Whoops. I'm pretty sure the last time I did it was Tuesday. Must put together a game plan for making this one stick, because I think if I can get into a routine, this will be really good for me. My brain is unrelenting for most of the time, so being able to train it to eat a chill cake would be nice.
Ben is in the kitchen making cookies, so I think I'm going to go and write a song for Bart's challenge now. The idea for Song 1 has been floating about in my head the last few days and I think I can knock it out relatively quickly (she says, with naive overconfidence).
Due to what has been a high-stress, high-emotion and high-activity week, we decided against doing the Manly walk today (which turned out to be a good move because there was some rain earlier too). Instead we slept in, treated ourselves to a big breakfast, and rented a Wii game that we are pretty appalling at so far. I'm starting to feel human again.
I went and bought a copy of "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter", apparently a modern classic, by Carson McCullers. I'm assuming this is the book Tim challenged me to read, as Cormac McCarthy didn't have one of the same name. There is something wonderful about a new book, particularly one that has been recommended to you. A fresh paperback, waiting to be devoured. At the moment I'm struggling to read "The Pillars of Hercules" by Paul Theroux - not because it isn't interesting or well-written, on the contrary, but I'm just not engaging so far. Travel books aren't really my usual bag. So it will be nice to have a crunchy novel to bite into again.
I'm pleased to say that we've done what feels like a lot of cycling the last 2 days, and it has been very rewarding. I'm becoming more familiar with Woodstock's movements and quirks, and feeling the bond grow between bike and owner. I'm still not confident of taking the journey to work - mostly due to a combination of a couple of steep points and peak hour traffic - but I"m considering maybe doing a partial ride (catching the train the remainder of the way).
I realised last night that somewhere this week, I stopped meditating. Whoops. I'm pretty sure the last time I did it was Tuesday. Must put together a game plan for making this one stick, because I think if I can get into a routine, this will be really good for me. My brain is unrelenting for most of the time, so being able to train it to eat a chill cake would be nice.
Ben is in the kitchen making cookies, so I think I'm going to go and write a song for Bart's challenge now. The idea for Song 1 has been floating about in my head the last few days and I think I can knock it out relatively quickly (she says, with naive overconfidence).
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday songwriting
A quiet Sunday. How unexpectedly lovely. I've done some chores, been reprimanded by my Wii Fit, watched some stupid videos on the internet, ate some spring rolls. Carly-le called and let me know she registered for the Sydney to Gong bike ride, so that's awesome. And I finished a song, which I've now sent to Jacob to listen to... it's harmony central in the world of Garageband. I spoke to Bart yesterday about the doubling up of certain tasks, but his postcard specifically mentioned that the song has to be about one of the challenges I'm doing. This was not one of those songs. I may have time to squeeze one in before dinner though. The actual process of writing a song isn't that difficult. It's writing one that doesn't suck that is the real struggle. The beauty of Bart's challenge is, the song doesn't necessarily even need to be 'good', in theory... it's just a method (although being 'good' would be a nice bonus). I'm aware I spend too much time overthinking my music. Being forced to write something once a month, without the pressure of it being for the band, is going to be very mind-opening for me. "Even G, C, and D can be beautiful if the vibe is right." Those 3 chords work for a reason, even if Matchbox 20 did ruin it for all of us for a while there.
I got 2 more postcards this week, so I currently have a total of 20 challenges. Receiving one from my old english teacher was amazing, as I wasn't actually sure I'd found her; and I can't say I wasn't relieved when another challenge arrived which was to merely read a certain book.... and it wasn't even Ulysses or War & Peace or anything painful like that (I tried to read Moby Dick once but must admit I was well and truly beaten by about page 30). A few more challenges like that one might be nice. If I am to complete a full 29 challenges in 52 weeks that means I have to average completion of one challenge every 1.7 weeks or so. And I'm already 2.5 weeks into this thing. Ah.
Next week is my very last week of crazy shit, and then I can concentrate on this a little more. Step 1: driving lessons. Oh yeah, and I'm cooking salmon tonight.
Monday, July 12, 2010
FLOSS
Ben asked if there were any challenges I was expecting to receive. I had to think about it, but no, not really. He thinks somebody else will come up with his idea, because apparently it is "a bit obvious". I said that it might be obvious to him, not necessarily anyone else.
That got the brain cogs turning, and I must admit that I have a few things in mind that I'd like to receive. That doesn't mean I expect anyone to come up with them. I "stole and embellished" this idea from a friend who did a similar thing to this in London, and some of her challenges were fantastic. I don't want to list anything before I see the postcards, but I'm starting to think that I might start a list too, and anything that doesn't get hit by my magic 29 will give me some things to do after I turn 30.
Not all of them are very exciting. For some reason I got this image in my head of somebody just writing the word FLOSS in giant letters on the back of the postcard. I really need to take better care of my gums.
That got the brain cogs turning, and I must admit that I have a few things in mind that I'd like to receive. That doesn't mean I expect anyone to come up with them. I "stole and embellished" this idea from a friend who did a similar thing to this in London, and some of her challenges were fantastic. I don't want to list anything before I see the postcards, but I'm starting to think that I might start a list too, and anything that doesn't get hit by my magic 29 will give me some things to do after I turn 30.
Not all of them are very exciting. For some reason I got this image in my head of somebody just writing the word FLOSS in giant letters on the back of the postcard. I really need to take better care of my gums.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Old skool
I've got some postcard cramming to do in the next week. You may notice my 'creative flare' may decrease more as my desperation kicks in... it just happens that the next five are people from my early (and ongoing) years...
Rondalyn & Kimberly
Mum & Dad
Emma
Sister Eileen Mary
Heath
It's a good thing my parents wouldn't know the internet if it crawled into their kitchen and made itself a cup of tea, because they would be freaking out if they knew I'd posted their photo on it (even if it is circa 1982).
Rondalyn & Kimberly
Mum & Dad
Emma
Sister Eileen Mary
Heath
It's a good thing my parents wouldn't know the internet if it crawled into their kitchen and made itself a cup of tea, because they would be freaking out if they knew I'd posted their photo on it (even if it is circa 1982).
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Halfway mark
We're moving to Summer Hill in 2 weeks! I'm so excited! It's a sweet little unit with polished floorboards and a lovely little sunroom and enough size for one Me and one Husband. Awesomeness abounds.
Meanwhile, time is slipping away on the postcard front... but I'm halfway there! Here's five more to get us to the Fifteen mark.
MELANIE...
KATIE...
CRAIG...
ROSALIND...
REBECCA...
Meanwhile, time is slipping away on the postcard front... but I'm halfway there! Here's five more to get us to the Fifteen mark.
MELANIE...
KATIE...
CRAIG...
ROSALIND...
REBECCA...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
2 more postcards
Check me out, I'm on a roll now. Here's a couple more cards I prepared earlier. They'll go out into the big wide world today (or in Ben's case, just upstairs).
TRAYC
BEN
I've also got word of receipt of one of the other cards. It's happening... it begins...
TRAYC
BEN
I've also got word of receipt of one of the other cards. It's happening... it begins...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The first five... released!
Writing letters to people is more time consuming than you might think. Particularly when it is not so much a “hey, so what did you do this weekend?” letter as a “hey, so you’re really important to me and here is just a small number of reasons outlining why” letter. I don’t write those ones quite so frequently. I thought it was necessary to keep the whole thing very personal, since everyone is getting a generic explanatory letter also, and I didn’t want it to feel like a freaking chain letter or something. “So, like, you know, pass this on to your ten best friends and you’ll have great sex for ten years!” Pffft. So I am making an effort to tell everyone there is a reason I picked them. And believe me, it’s an effort. It’s something I need to focus entirely on, and there are so many pretty distractions like podcasts and facebook and cookies and Wii and Ben, to keep me drifting from the task at hand.
But lookie! I’ve actually managed to complete - complete! – five sets of postcard-letter combos. Pow pow! And I’ve put them in envelopes and everything! With stamps on! And I’m going to put them in the mailbox! It is VERY EXCITING!
In case they get lost, go unanswered, or get mangled in the post, here are our first five lucky recipients:
KAT
CARLA
JAIMI
CASSIE
JAMES
I’ll keep you updated.
But lookie! I’ve actually managed to complete - complete! – five sets of postcard-letter combos. Pow pow! And I’ve put them in envelopes and everything! With stamps on! And I’m going to put them in the mailbox! It is VERY EXCITING!
In case they get lost, go unanswered, or get mangled in the post, here are our first five lucky recipients:
KAT
CARLA
JAIMI
CASSIE
JAMES
I’ll keep you updated.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Yo. S'up.
You thought I'd gone, didn't you? Yes you did. Well, in a way, I did. I went to North Island NZ for a couple of weeks with Hubby-yo. It was pretty freaking awesome. Who knew that Super Mario Land was there?
So I didn't do much thinking about challenges and turning 30 and all that crap while I was over there. It was more "check out that awesome bird" and "where can I get some more wine?" and "how many more spa baths can we get away with having?" That kind of thing.
I got my craft box out this week and started gluing stuff onto bits of cardboard. I like to pretend that it signals progress. I have the same thoughts every time I hit a wall: namely that I don't have the photographs I need. Some of them I need to get from my Mum. I have a feeling it won't translate so well over the phone, so that involves writing her a letter. And if I'm going to take the time to send her something in the post, I might as well send her some photos from our holiday, since she doesn't have access to the internet or email (I say 'access' but I really mean 'inclination'. If technology was the equivalent of, say, some freakish wild animal pavillion where those with the know-how can indulge in contemporary dance pieces with tigers, my Mum would still be outside the tent hoping a bunny rabbit might hop out and give her a flower. A weird analogy, but it's Friday. Gotta celebrate the end of the week somehow). Anyway that would involve getting pictures printed. Also, many of the photos I need for the immediate project are under a house in suburban North Sydney, probably rotting. That's another story. Either way, I'm finding my 'progress' somewhere between 'just slow enough that it's kind of annoying' and 'just fast enough that I can feel good about myself'. It's a fine line.
Anyway. LCD are about to release a record and are already doing shows, so I better get that one sorted out. Smashton is about to get married. Some of the people on my list I haven't even managed to track down yet. Some of the photos are lost. This postcard thing is sketchy at best. And it is a bit sad that I don't even have any photos of myself with some of these people. Like, how did I get through so much of my life without having my photo taken with Ronda and Kim? It's strange.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
The Balm before the Yawn
We didn't get much sleep last night. Humid. Uncomfortable balminess. Then I had to come to work earlier than usual to get some exams going. Yawn. Being on my bike was good, though. It's surprisingly quieter riding at 7.30am than it is at 8.30am, and the sun is sitting at an angle just so, and the air is somehow fresher. So I appreicated that, at least. Then a bit later I ate a muffin.
Pretty riveting stuff, peeps!
Anyway, I've not moved on much on the Project. Been doing band stuff instead. Played a gig on Saturday which was a bit awesome, and had some photos taken last night. I need to start writing some more, and dig out some old stuff.
I digress. I contacted some people. On the internet. Some of them wrote back. Exciting! Some of them didn't. Hmm. I've changed direction on the postcards. I was making photo collages but now I just feel like that's a bit weird. I'm going back to my original idea - which was actually Karen's original idea - of using one photo, of the person and I together (wherever possible). Then jazz it up. I'm thinking crayons.
I should just knuckle down with it and bang a few out, and send them, rather than trying to create a grand gesture by sending them all at once. That will probably be my first downfall, right there. The trick is not to run out of time. And who knows when, or if, some of these postcards will even reach their destinations? Hmm.
I haven't even got to 29 yet. I'm just sitting on 26 and hoping to be inspired. Wondering where to draw the line.
This heat makes me tired.
Pretty riveting stuff, peeps!
Anyway, I've not moved on much on the Project. Been doing band stuff instead. Played a gig on Saturday which was a bit awesome, and had some photos taken last night. I need to start writing some more, and dig out some old stuff.
I digress. I contacted some people. On the internet. Some of them wrote back. Exciting! Some of them didn't. Hmm. I've changed direction on the postcards. I was making photo collages but now I just feel like that's a bit weird. I'm going back to my original idea - which was actually Karen's original idea - of using one photo, of the person and I together (wherever possible). Then jazz it up. I'm thinking crayons.
I should just knuckle down with it and bang a few out, and send them, rather than trying to create a grand gesture by sending them all at once. That will probably be my first downfall, right there. The trick is not to run out of time. And who knows when, or if, some of these postcards will even reach their destinations? Hmm.
I haven't even got to 29 yet. I'm just sitting on 26 and hoping to be inspired. Wondering where to draw the line.
This heat makes me tired.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
We've gotta start somewhere.
So here will do. Might as well get the juices flowing. Stretch the vocabularial muscles. That's a word, right? Hmm.
What I am planning to do with this blog will become clear over the next few months. This is really just a foundation. A bit of scaffolding. To make the neighbours look like something is going on, even though we're all inside scratching our heads, looking at the blueprints and sipping tea.
These plans rely primarily on the big ideas of other people, and most of those people don't even know it yet. At the moment I'm still deciding exactly who these lucky people will be. I only know there will be 29 of them. For those that are shoo-ins, I'm beginning to create what I loosely term as "art" in the form of postcards. These postcards will hold the instructions. Eventually. But I don't want to give too much away while we're still climbing awkwardly over the scaffolding. Ok? Cool.
What I am planning to do with this blog will become clear over the next few months. This is really just a foundation. A bit of scaffolding. To make the neighbours look like something is going on, even though we're all inside scratching our heads, looking at the blueprints and sipping tea.
These plans rely primarily on the big ideas of other people, and most of those people don't even know it yet. At the moment I'm still deciding exactly who these lucky people will be. I only know there will be 29 of them. For those that are shoo-ins, I'm beginning to create what I loosely term as "art" in the form of postcards. These postcards will hold the instructions. Eventually. But I don't want to give too much away while we're still climbing awkwardly over the scaffolding. Ok? Cool.
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