Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Head of Finance
Hilariously, just post the last post I was appointed Head of Finance for the upcoming gigs our class are performing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nominated myself because the committee is made up of volunteers and shockingly noone wanted to deal with the finance so instead of sitting feeling uncomfortable... I really wish I could have more control over the times I choose to zone out actually.. My ridiculous hand shot up in a way that must have appeared extremely keen. In fact if my fingers could talk they'd've sung in harmony 'please pick me to handle the moneeeeeeeeeey'. But I have to say that the prospect of going home this weekend and telling my Dad that I am indeed Head of Finance makes the whole situation much brighter. Me who used to sort out my envelopes into three piles: handwritten/ smile pile; white with the cellophane mid section/ wait a while pile and brown/ vile pile and then send all the brown ones back to Dad without a thought because he loves serious things and is so good at them. I cannot believe that behaviour in hindsight but I did do that. Still, now I am Head of Finance. I am going to try really hard to love it. I'm considering a clipboard and some spectacles to get me into costume but it seems a little at odds with my Rock Chick image and the costume chasnge might seem a little odd to my classmates who took me seriously enough to elect me. I must stay strong. A friend once said to me before I was going to make a speech at a wedding: 'Potentially you could ruin it for Everyone'. That little mantra helps me keep my head in most situations. Because that is something I do not want to do. Finance can be fun, surely?!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Electric Dreaminess
Having decided to see if I really can fit into this pixilated planet of Cyberspace I now plan to document my dreamy existence as it has recently taken a swift turn back into the realm of ridiculous (the place I feel most at home). For the past couple of years I have really tried hard to get back into the conventional swing of things but recently had to question exactly why that was necessary and what exactly convention is. I couldn't come up with any satisfactory answers and even considering my own questions seemed like an awful lot of effort so I decided there and then to do whatever the hell pops into my little head once again. Present is a gift etc. I immediatly felt so relieved, free and easy that I downed a can of Coca Cola (full fat), got the double high that comes from that dark multinational mix of sugar, caffiene and air, did a little tribalistic jig, skipped into town, bought a Fender, played a very quiet concert in the train station and made my way merrily home and at this precise moment in time I doubt I'll ever come down. Or at least I'm going to enjoy this high as long as I can. Keepin it real.
Recently I decided that my love of music was The Thing to pursue. At the moment I feel as if I have all the gear (my little room is three guitars, a keyboard, a flute, a ukulele, bells, whistles and rattles, a glockenspiel and so many rockstarry dresses, bangles, shoes and lipsticks), a bit of an ear and very little idea so in order to sort out my priorities I recently entered into Music College (with exams sent by Rock School.. The closest I could probably get to Hogwarts whilst remaining in reality I reckon)!! Another phase and already a great one. I hate the way people say 'oh it's a phase' in such a condescending tone, I've had phases my whole life, the moon has phases. I love the moon and I'm a fan of phases. Particularly good ones which are so much more enjoyable than bad ones. Having fun is more fun than not having fun. Good times are better than shit ones and all those truths. Phases pass so I'm gonna love it while I'm in it. And being in music is pretty easy to love.
The course itself is fantastic. Learning for Life my whole Life Long and all that. I'm delighted to be keeping my wandering mind in one beautiful area. But it's the day to day effect that being a Rock Student is having on me that I have decided to write about.
It's as though through doing one thing just because I really want to I can't avoid doing many things that I want to do. Mostly just have fun. Cyndi was right.
Just as I decided to become a student in a Far Off Town (let's keep this a little bit Brother's Grimm) my car started to fall to pieces. Literally. At the same time my tax and insurance ran out so it became rather an expensive mission to try to fix it (not to mention all those boring forms and over the phone payments). And for whatever reason I decided not to bother. I think as I moved out of one comfort zone and realised it was wonderful I started finding other things that I no longer needed. Some sort of Test to see how commited I am to this course of action that I deliberated so long over... I really thought I needed a car but I'm a week away from mid-term and I haven't been late half as much as usual! I thought I needed money but I seem to be completely relaxed about getting by. Getting back into the Travel Light mentality. Surely it is All About The Music but really it seems to be an entirely new lifestyle that has come about without actually moving anywhere this time.
So that's the first difference: I am no longer dependant upon a car. I know I'll want one again but not having one when I do have to travel an unwalkable distance has been refreshing in a way. I eat brambles as I walk along the hedgerow, I chat to the horses on the way and listen to the birds and then I stick my thumb out. Already I have learned some techniques for more successful hitching: 1. Purposeful use of the thumb... I am finding that a deliberate thumb out is far more successful in achieving a pick up. I suppose a quivering thumb is the equivalent of the uncomfortably limp handshake; 2. The Sign... I made a pretty sign last week and it made all the difference. I haven't thought too much about the precise impact of this one variable but the first day I used my sign I was picked up on two occasions by the first drivers that passed; 3. The Smile. Silently speaking for itself.
I know that it's probs best not to tell Mummy that I'm hitching in the mornings because she'll only worry, in fact two of my most gentle and lovely friends individually advised a mace spray and the next a knife, and to be honest I'm not sure how long this love'll last but it's going well so far. And to be frank, me behind a wheel is probably an equally risky business. Thus far each person who has stopped to pick me up has been incredibly nice, a couple have altered their routes for my benefit and others have told me stories which start the day off beautifully. I think if I sensed some Dodgy Vibes I'd get away with excusing myself by acting like a ditz and saying I was actually a town representative commissioned to cheer up drivers as they leave the village with a friendly smile and a thumbs up, a bit like the Have a Nice Day thing Stateside. The low side of the lack of car is that I have become reliant and have had to ask for help on the transportation front from friends. But all my friends are great friends. As I like to say: Best friends are the best and a good friend is better than a bad one! Wisdom will come, even for a short phase.. surely???!
So first I had no car and then on Friday I bought my Fender.. Owwwwwww (that's a supercool rockstar impression but at the same time the noise that my bank card would make were it not a cold, silent piece of plastic). I really cannot work out my feelings about money I thought I was saving for a car but instead I bought an electric guitar. The Money itself also has such a low impact on my life. Yes it essential for food and shelter but you can't play a tune on it or dance to it's beat. <-- this is the argument I use when I splurge in an irrational way. My Fender made that Friday the most memorable in six months. I can't really specifically remember many Fridays but Fender Friday I shall remember forever. God willing. One can never predict the effects of time on the mind but whatevs, it made me incredibly happy in the here and now. A little gift for the present. It was a ridiculous moment too though, not just because of the Money Issue but also because with one guitar already on my back, my large handbag, new guitar and Long Way Home I was unable to buy an amp. It would simply be unreasonable to expect anyone to pick up a thumber with that much luggage. So now I'm playing music more quietly than ever. But it looks amazing. I suppose it all depends on the exact specifics of the Dream you choose to make real.. Mine definitely involves having others around... I'd hate to turn the Fender into an O-Fender (heeehee!!) and I like looking at things that look good better than things that look shit and so the dream continues. I'm not completely shallow, or maybe that's another consideration I don't enjoy but anyway, I must get back to class.
Recently I decided that my love of music was The Thing to pursue. At the moment I feel as if I have all the gear (my little room is three guitars, a keyboard, a flute, a ukulele, bells, whistles and rattles, a glockenspiel and so many rockstarry dresses, bangles, shoes and lipsticks), a bit of an ear and very little idea so in order to sort out my priorities I recently entered into Music College (with exams sent by Rock School.. The closest I could probably get to Hogwarts whilst remaining in reality I reckon)!! Another phase and already a great one. I hate the way people say 'oh it's a phase' in such a condescending tone, I've had phases my whole life, the moon has phases. I love the moon and I'm a fan of phases. Particularly good ones which are so much more enjoyable than bad ones. Having fun is more fun than not having fun. Good times are better than shit ones and all those truths. Phases pass so I'm gonna love it while I'm in it. And being in music is pretty easy to love.
The course itself is fantastic. Learning for Life my whole Life Long and all that. I'm delighted to be keeping my wandering mind in one beautiful area. But it's the day to day effect that being a Rock Student is having on me that I have decided to write about.
It's as though through doing one thing just because I really want to I can't avoid doing many things that I want to do. Mostly just have fun. Cyndi was right.
Just as I decided to become a student in a Far Off Town (let's keep this a little bit Brother's Grimm) my car started to fall to pieces. Literally. At the same time my tax and insurance ran out so it became rather an expensive mission to try to fix it (not to mention all those boring forms and over the phone payments). And for whatever reason I decided not to bother. I think as I moved out of one comfort zone and realised it was wonderful I started finding other things that I no longer needed. Some sort of Test to see how commited I am to this course of action that I deliberated so long over... I really thought I needed a car but I'm a week away from mid-term and I haven't been late half as much as usual! I thought I needed money but I seem to be completely relaxed about getting by. Getting back into the Travel Light mentality. Surely it is All About The Music but really it seems to be an entirely new lifestyle that has come about without actually moving anywhere this time.
So that's the first difference: I am no longer dependant upon a car. I know I'll want one again but not having one when I do have to travel an unwalkable distance has been refreshing in a way. I eat brambles as I walk along the hedgerow, I chat to the horses on the way and listen to the birds and then I stick my thumb out. Already I have learned some techniques for more successful hitching: 1. Purposeful use of the thumb... I am finding that a deliberate thumb out is far more successful in achieving a pick up. I suppose a quivering thumb is the equivalent of the uncomfortably limp handshake; 2. The Sign... I made a pretty sign last week and it made all the difference. I haven't thought too much about the precise impact of this one variable but the first day I used my sign I was picked up on two occasions by the first drivers that passed; 3. The Smile. Silently speaking for itself.
I know that it's probs best not to tell Mummy that I'm hitching in the mornings because she'll only worry, in fact two of my most gentle and lovely friends individually advised a mace spray and the next a knife, and to be honest I'm not sure how long this love'll last but it's going well so far. And to be frank, me behind a wheel is probably an equally risky business. Thus far each person who has stopped to pick me up has been incredibly nice, a couple have altered their routes for my benefit and others have told me stories which start the day off beautifully. I think if I sensed some Dodgy Vibes I'd get away with excusing myself by acting like a ditz and saying I was actually a town representative commissioned to cheer up drivers as they leave the village with a friendly smile and a thumbs up, a bit like the Have a Nice Day thing Stateside. The low side of the lack of car is that I have become reliant and have had to ask for help on the transportation front from friends. But all my friends are great friends. As I like to say: Best friends are the best and a good friend is better than a bad one! Wisdom will come, even for a short phase.. surely???!
So first I had no car and then on Friday I bought my Fender.. Owwwwwww (that's a supercool rockstar impression but at the same time the noise that my bank card would make were it not a cold, silent piece of plastic). I really cannot work out my feelings about money I thought I was saving for a car but instead I bought an electric guitar. The Money itself also has such a low impact on my life. Yes it essential for food and shelter but you can't play a tune on it or dance to it's beat. <-- this is the argument I use when I splurge in an irrational way. My Fender made that Friday the most memorable in six months. I can't really specifically remember many Fridays but Fender Friday I shall remember forever. God willing. One can never predict the effects of time on the mind but whatevs, it made me incredibly happy in the here and now. A little gift for the present. It was a ridiculous moment too though, not just because of the Money Issue but also because with one guitar already on my back, my large handbag, new guitar and Long Way Home I was unable to buy an amp. It would simply be unreasonable to expect anyone to pick up a thumber with that much luggage. So now I'm playing music more quietly than ever. But it looks amazing. I suppose it all depends on the exact specifics of the Dream you choose to make real.. Mine definitely involves having others around... I'd hate to turn the Fender into an O-Fender (heeehee!!) and I like looking at things that look good better than things that look shit and so the dream continues. I'm not completely shallow, or maybe that's another consideration I don't enjoy but anyway, I must get back to class.
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