Still sussing out how to add, delete and generally create a blog. Thought I might try to add some photos to my post ... so here goes. i made these pots in 2007 for an exhibition in Cooma... hope you like them.
ida musidora
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
the HSC and making excuses
Have you ever helped a child prepare for the HSC?
The trial started yesterday - and the weekend was spent cajoling, bribing, begging, swearing, crying, tempting, indulging, eating, drinking and finally collapsing in an exhausted heap. (I am talking about me and not Louis our second son who is about to be blooded on the altar of exams).
I remember all too clearly that sickening feeling growing in your stomach as you approach the hall armed only with a felt tip pen and a bottle of water. Problem is Lou doesn't seem to have the sickening feeling. Not only is there no sense of desperation he seems to think theyare going to test him on Nascar playstation and the content of a bizarre You Tube instead of As You like It Kenneth Slessor and Jane Austen. mmmmm.
If I have said the phrase "after all it is your HSC" once (in a very nurturing tone of course) I have said it a thousand times............Yes I am at great risk of turning into my mother.
BUT........
I challenge anyone who has been the 'mother of a HSC student' to say they have not had a moment of parental regression. No?.....really?....think again. Do the following sound familiar?
'stop thinking about it and just get on with it'
'you have had all year to do that'.....
'no you can't go to the pub'
Yes he is 18, legally able to vote, fly a plane and marry multiple women in Utah. I suppose i should be greatful he asked actually asked if he could go to the pub.
Can yo u see now why I was exhausted? And this is just the trial. I promise to remind myself that yes, this is his HSC and to move on.
After all this has been one big long excuse for not getting any photos on this blog. (Lou is my digital/techno assistant). Sorry....next weekend I promise.
The trial started yesterday - and the weekend was spent cajoling, bribing, begging, swearing, crying, tempting, indulging, eating, drinking and finally collapsing in an exhausted heap. (I am talking about me and not Louis our second son who is about to be blooded on the altar of exams).
I remember all too clearly that sickening feeling growing in your stomach as you approach the hall armed only with a felt tip pen and a bottle of water. Problem is Lou doesn't seem to have the sickening feeling. Not only is there no sense of desperation he seems to think theyare going to test him on Nascar playstation and the content of a bizarre You Tube instead of As You like It Kenneth Slessor and Jane Austen. mmmmm.
If I have said the phrase "after all it is your HSC" once (in a very nurturing tone of course) I have said it a thousand times............Yes I am at great risk of turning into my mother.
BUT........
I challenge anyone who has been the 'mother of a HSC student' to say they have not had a moment of parental regression. No?.....really?....think again. Do the following sound familiar?
'stop thinking about it and just get on with it'
'you have had all year to do that'.....
'no you can't go to the pub'
Yes he is 18, legally able to vote, fly a plane and marry multiple women in Utah. I suppose i should be greatful he asked actually asked if he could go to the pub.
Can yo u see now why I was exhausted? And this is just the trial. I promise to remind myself that yes, this is his HSC and to move on.
After all this has been one big long excuse for not getting any photos on this blog. (Lou is my digital/techno assistant). Sorry....next weekend I promise.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
hello
Hi to Sara, Carol and Moreidlethoughts who have commented on my blog. It took me a while to realize anyone had commented but I am slowly getting the hang of it. ....would definitely not call myself a 'blogger' yet..........
Am so busy with year 12 at the moment haven't really got time to play around with it but I promise to put some photos on this weekend.
At the moment I need to go and prepare a mindmap for Hamlet and the graveyard scene, you know the one...... '...Alas poor Yorrick! I knew him Horation, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy,...'
not a bad thing to be doing, the kids love reading it and Ialways find something new (?old) to think about.
Imperious Casear, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away.
Oh that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!
It is just a shame you have to test it....squeezze it into an essay ........pull it apart to within an inch of its life? but I think I will need a whole other blog if I start down that road.
Am so busy with year 12 at the moment haven't really got time to play around with it but I promise to put some photos on this weekend.
At the moment I need to go and prepare a mindmap for Hamlet and the graveyard scene, you know the one...... '...Alas poor Yorrick! I knew him Horation, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy,...'
not a bad thing to be doing, the kids love reading it and Ialways find something new (?old) to think about.
Imperious Casear, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away.
Oh that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!
It is just a shame you have to test it....squeezze it into an essay ........pull it apart to within an inch of its life? but I think I will need a whole other blog if I start down that road.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Am reading a wonderful book at the moment. Will try to do the book thing on the gadgets later but in case I don't jag it the title is The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery. It is set in France and tells the story of Renee, an elderly concierge of a Parisian block of apartments and Paloma, a twelve year old girl who lives in one of the apartments and is determined to end her life before he thirteenth birthday.... sounds morbid but so far it is quaintly enticing...at the moment I don't quite know what the title means ....but i'm sure it's going to be worth waiting for.
So i'm juggling my spare time knitting vest for B (husband) and reading this wonderful book... at the moment neither are winning.
So i'm juggling my spare time knitting vest for B (husband) and reading this wonderful book... at the moment neither are winning.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Oh i sound so vague. Reading back over my last posting ..... crazy ramblings of a mad women.......
The poem I'm talking about is one chosen as inspiration for a book art exhibition. Please follow the link to bookartobject to read it. It is by Rosemary Dobson and very beautiful. It is called Learning Absences and has beautiful words one after the other that gives a glimpse into loss. It ends like this......
"...At night, at this season, lingering at the window Not being certain where to find Halley's Comet, And looking a long time at the darkening sky."
It makes me think of all the things I would no longer be able to find or remember to do if I was left alone. Very moving.
The poem I'm talking about is one chosen as inspiration for a book art exhibition. Please follow the link to bookartobject to read it. It is by Rosemary Dobson and very beautiful. It is called Learning Absences and has beautiful words one after the other that gives a glimpse into loss. It ends like this......
"...At night, at this season, lingering at the window Not being certain where to find Halley's Comet, And looking a long time at the darkening sky."
It makes me think of all the things I would no longer be able to find or remember to do if I was left alone. Very moving.
Book art inspiration
Didn't get back to take that photo of my idle scribbles. Nevermind I promise some photos this weekend.
Am really excited about the bookart project. It will be a great opportunity to make books and develop my blog. And what a lovely poem. Each time I read it I gather something else from it.
At the moment i am linking it to an accordion style binding with linoprint and sewn thread. But this is just one of many thoughts jumping around my skull. Very simple and stripped back....just like the poem. But I'm sure before I'm finished a number of ideas will compete for their chance to be the finished books on my desktop.
I have been making stab bound books using some lovely silk thread I bought at the Sturt Winter School and I keep wondering how these could be incorporated into the project. Half the fun is in imagining and planning what you will do.
Am really excited about the bookart project. It will be a great opportunity to make books and develop my blog. And what a lovely poem. Each time I read it I gather something else from it.
At the moment i am linking it to an accordion style binding with linoprint and sewn thread. But this is just one of many thoughts jumping around my skull. Very simple and stripped back....just like the poem. But I'm sure before I'm finished a number of ideas will compete for their chance to be the finished books on my desktop.
I have been making stab bound books using some lovely silk thread I bought at the Sturt Winter School and I keep wondering how these could be incorporated into the project. Half the fun is in imagining and planning what you will do.
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