Hey - High Five!

It's all about the high five for me right now.

When things are a bit bleak, it's nice to look up. In Autumn one of my favourite things to do is look up at those tree branches, some of them changing for the season, some of them almost bare, but all reaching up.

The high five, for me, is the equivalent of looking up.

It's ridiculous.

It's silly.

It's quaintly funny.

I high five like it's no tomorrow.

This weekend is my first at home nesting in my new abode. I am digging the space.

I think we're taking Nibbles de Boing Boing back too. Hopefully it's not too manic.

I'm hoping to bake too.

And we have to have take two of Matt's birthday. So maybe a birthday cake is on the cards.

But anyway, this weather, it's charming. It's idyllic. It's the best weather for snuggling. I love listening to the rain on the roof. It's in my top five.

I would give you some links to something awesome to tide you over but I don't have internet access to even do that.

But you can always visit me over at MumSpace. I'd quite like that.

Yes. This was an incredibly random post. The end.

image is from...er.. somewhere. can't remember where.

Randomly Random

A long time ago, in a galaxy, far far from here, where Princesses hung their very long hair out windows, alabaster skinned beauties ate nasty apples, and frogs scored kisses from hopeful ladies with crowns, there lived an e-zine called Random Poetics: ChalkTalk.

It feels like forever ago, and it is pretty much forever ago in this land of the zing-a-zing bada-bing electronic age. But for us mere mortals, it was a sweet 6 or 7 years ago since I birthed this concept.

Random Poetics was my baby that I birthed long before I birthed real babies. I only tended to it once a week, but it grew and it grew and it went global.

Then I birthed real babies and Random Poetics got put in the corner for laterz, and well, it's been a long time, but I'm feeling it. It needs to come back.

Random Poetics was my first foray into the electronic word. The power of the electronic world.

I loved writing poetry. But people don't buy poetry. (Think about it, when was the last time you bought a poetry tome? I challenge you!) So if the people weren't going to come to the poetry, Random Poetics was to bring poetry to the people. You dig?

And this ain't no la-di-da standardised version of poetry. I mix it up. I'm crazy. It's a 5 minute hit of poetry every week. Can you dig it?

So friends, here's a personal invitation. If you'd like your very own personal subscription to Random Poetics: ChalkTalk, hit me up here. It's free. It's wordy. But I promise there's a heck of a lot of white space too. And if you don't like it, I'll give you a refund. Howzat?

If you'd like Random Poetics: ChalkTalk delivered straight into your e-mailbox. Email me before next Friday.

Image is of Frank O'Hara. One of my poetic heroes.

A Few Good Things

First up, Jenny of Sublime Stitching fame was Twittering about these ace hoodies that I am big stylie lovin'. Matt's birthday is coming up, and I'm madly looking for a skeleton print hoodie. There's one from HeadHoods and I'm quietly thinking it could be the one.

In the same Tweet, Jenny also mentioned these crazy funny hoodies made from upcycled blow up dolls. Definitely not on Matt's birthday list, but worth a look because they are super clever. Yes?

An interesting piece about eating habits and children.

Have you been hot-footing it to the markets rather than traipsing the supermarche?

I love this song. Always have, always will.