I was standing at the printer at work waiting for something to print, as you do, and I was thinking about something I really had to do when I went back to my office. The document printed and I wandered back to the bat cave and sat down and thought 'what the hell was I going to do?' I'm in holiday mode at the moment...7 work days and counting. Who can concentrate on dreary work stuff? I’m thinking the beach and heat and sun and doing nothing in particular or a lot all at once full speed. I'm sure whatever vitally important thing I forgot can wait. That - or the world will end and I will be blamed. I can handle that.
Amarinda Jones
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I got home from work and I opened the fridge and stared at the contents. A smart woman would have left something easy out ready to cook when she got home. I’m not smart on a Monday. I leaned against the fridge, had a couple of glasses of vegetable juice, and thought about the ending of Australian Masterchef last night. I’m a sporadic TV watcher. I never see any show in full. It’s the dreaded attention span of a gnat thing. But I wondered what it would be like to be so dedicated to cooking that you became obsessive about making flavors and textures perfect to the point of exquisite. How would it feel to be so caught up in making the perfect meal that was wondrous to taste and amazing to look at? How inspiring would it be to create a meal that people ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over? Yep – gotta be something special in all that. And then I reached over and grabbed the vegemite jar and decided on toast for dinner. Well, we all can’t be wondrous…
Amarinda Jones
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As a kid my mother never took us to the circus. While it had some to do with lack of money, it was mainly that mum was against animals performing on cue. As a kid I never understood this. As an adult, I saw my first and only circus in Moscow when I was 20. I got it. Watching bears ‘perform’ made me angry. Who the hell wants to see an animal do unnatural acts? Why is that entertainment? Are we so twisted as a society that we condone this?
Yes, I’m angry about this. Say no to animals in circuses.
Amarinda Jones
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So, I’ve had a sore arm for about a month. Finally today I decided to bite the bullet and haul my fat arse – sorry Maverick but it is-you’re just too sweetly politically correct to say – that or on drugs – where was I…hauled said fat arse to the hospital emergency. Why? I decided that I may have a heart problem and needed to get it checked. It’s a family history thing. I drove – never do that unless you’re insane or me – to emergency and skidded Patrick, my car, into the 20 minutes only-or-we-tow-you-parking bay and went in and saw the great people at emergency. Prince Charles Hospital – you rock. They were fantastic. I was prodded, poked, bled dry, fed and given the best most comfy pj’s to wear as they tried to work out what was wrong with my arm. I had a stress test - on a treadmill hooked up to monitors – reminded me of the old Six million Dollar Man TV show – anyway I have to say I aced the treadmill test smart arse that I am.
The conclusion? All tests were really good and I’m healthy. It was the aftermath of cough from hell that I had for over three months that screwed up many of my muscles and they’re just recovering. That and I may have over exerted myself on weights at the gym. Do I regret the day spent in emergency? Hell no. Anyone who has the slightest hint something is not right should check it out. Let’s face it you only get one body and while it may not be ideal it’s what you have to work with.
And Patrick my car? They allowed him to sit in the emergency parking bay for hours. How nice.
Amarinda Jones
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A whole plethora of nothing happening...
Amarinda Jones
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I got sent an email the other day offering me the chance to write this and that for a magazine and what fantastic exposure it would be for me. I would get paid a pissy little sum and lose royalty rights for the privilege of being seen in a magazine which I had never heard of. Ah, gee, no. It did make me wonder how many writers or wannabe writers get sucked into these marketing scams on the hope that any exposure is good. I expect quite a few do. Why? Because people want to believe in sweet words and promises of writing glory when it’s pretty much a fact that most writers will do ok for themselves but that’s it. The JK’s and Nora’s of the world are few and far between and I have a feeling they never sold their rights for a couple of bucks. While it may be nice to get a random ‘hey write for us’ email – I would be questioning why they need to hunt writers down as opposed to being successful enough for authors to come to them.
Amarinda Jones
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I had to attend a meeting today chaired by accountants. They were neat, precise, corporate, incredibly by the book and really squeaky clean looking. I wear too much jewelry, was dressed in assassin black with my red python Doc Martens, had mismatched earrings (I was in a rush after the gym) and I am very mouthy. It’s like when two worlds, so very unlike in every way, collide. For some reason Exidor, a character from the old Mork & Mindy TV show came to mind. It’s just not worth being anyone but yourself is it?
Amarinda Jones
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I emailed to arrange some stuff for my upcoming holiday. In the email I mentioned ‘I’ and ‘me’ and what I required. The person on the other end of the email came back with a price that was for two people. When I corrected her she advised she made an assumption on the fact that most women do not travel alone. Well, I’m not ‘most’ women and one can never assume anything can they? And why would anyone assume women don’t travel alone? It’s 2010. I started travelling by myself when I left Australia at 19 to work overseas. I like travelling alone. I can do what I like and I meet the most amazing people.
So I ask this – is it the perception that women are incapable of travelling alone? Is it wrong? Is it unnatural not to travel with the aid of a penis? Or is it that women who do not follow the perceived notions of what society believes is the natural order of things are found to be odd? If so colour me odd and I wonder when society will catch up with odd bods like me.
Amarinda Jones
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I was looking at some camisoles on ebay. And saw this. I – well, gee…huh…er…rarely am I lost for words but this had me stumped…ok, stumped mightn’t be the right word in this case but I cannot imagine a man wearing this unless it’s to make a woman laugh her arse off.
If you are interested it also comes in red and white and I can provide the link…hmmm...
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Iran imposes media blackout over stoning sentence woman World news The Guardian
There are no words strong enough to express my anger and disgust...
Across from where I work is a really good café. The staff are incredibly friendly and the food – really good, unpretentious fare. It has to be. It’s a blue collar, industrial suburb where real people work. I was talking to one of the ladies in the cafe. I was buying coffee and she was making sandwiches. She loves – and I mean loves - making sandwiches. She told me nothing makes her happier. I stopped and thought about that – I’m still thinking about that. Is that the key to life? Doing the simplest task yet loving it with a passion? Can it be that simple? And how do you find something you love so much? Or does it find you? Or do some people just never find it? I dunno…
Amarinda Jones
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