Barefoot through life...............

....under my socks at least in the winter!!!

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Location: By the Sea, Edinburgh

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Apologies to pepper for blaming him for my blog invasion. I will have to settle for never really knowing who ARGH is. Well hey yeterday was interesting, went to see if i could move into a convent to be a temporary nun, they wouldn't have me. Infact I think the nice mother I spoke to thought I was totally nuts, which is cool in a sence as she is now praying for my back slidden catholic soul!!! Anyhoo so now I must settle for being a FEmonk, or as I prefere to call myself a "WOmonk." I know monk isn't nowadays gender specific, but its conotations are that of male, so I have genderised it sorry if this worries or offends anyone, for I essentially know that I am an Emily and WOmonk is just a description of what I am aspiring to at the moment. So I am going to be a mead making, fun loving, whole lot of WOmonk....

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Not a good day for....

.... Be-comb-overed gentlemen.

I have seen many a flash of shinning bald spots uncloaked
with hairy foliage perched atop mear cat like.

Good day for me though, have laughed quite alot!!!

Mead I say more...

The clouds like my thoughts today are moving really fast.
Back at uni, but not officially, my lecture hasn't been cancelled it actually never really existed.
Just debating with my self whether or not to watch AKIRA in on of the wee booths in the library. But I think I will struggle to concentrate, and sit for however long it lasts.
Have been researching mead recipes they are quite varied. Will have to research wine making and do it like a wee science experiment, but it takes a long time so it will be a risk if it goes wrong so a small batch of maybe a gallon to start with maybe the best way to go. Am excited at this prospect it will be like growing plants but the outcome is not guaranteed probably a lesson in there somewhere. Need to find some good honey to start with.

Friday, January 07, 2005

IT AMAZES ME....

...How quickly a strangers house can feel like home.

How other peoples kids can feel like family.

How conversations can be born out of poetry, and poetry out of conversations.

That writting can last 1000s of years.

How a best friend makes life feel like an adventure even when nothing happens.