White Noise 7

nb. – White Noise is an attempt to provide a weekly update on my life.

Last week/this week:
last week finished well with visits to both grandparents for Jacob! And a first walk down the beach for us all. nice.

this week i have some work to do and some stuff to catch up on.
Joint publicity for Youth info Points
Third Sunday publicity
Aga for kitchen (v.excited)
Hair cut!
Potato seeds
and various other things!

Main Idea In Your Hand
Making application forms which show you company/organisation actually has considered how they will be interpreted by others.
On prominent organisation needs forms filled out by potential volunteers. I agree with this, but the questions are worded in such as way that I protest about being judged on those criteria. Where and when did you become a christian. I never will become a christian until the next life as it it a now and not yet statement there fore how can one become something which is not realised until some sort of afterlife?

Best laid plans:
If forgot to take my conditioner when I had a shower during the weekend. My hair went everywhere! not a great plan to be honest.

I don’t wanna:
sort out the office upstairs. It is a mess which has become a dumping ground but it does need done!

A collection of Literature:
I still haven’t started a book yet. I have found a number of back issues of iCreate magazine and Web designer which I should possibly read. I got through two editions yesterday so only four more to go! I am thinking I should pick a book for Lent this year? any suggestions

I really got into the fantastic bruce coburn song, pacing the cage lyrics below!

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I’ve proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip’s worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And every one was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It’s as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you’ll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can’t see what’s round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
Pacing the cage

5 words to describe how i am feeling:
good, tired, sleepy, purposeful, bouyed.