Carving memories into stories

Paddys day nails and every other day too!!!

I'm lying on the grass overlooking an oval the other day, sipping a beer in the sun, people young and old are playing on the oval, two girls are walking around and round the oval and i'm thinking they put on exercise outfits to walk?

The grass is just perfect and very green, my nails were pretty green too, maybe the beer is kicking in? In fact i'm sure it was

So far the day has gone without a hitch, this included

Running 7 kms
Going to Yoga
Free lunch in the Bower
Going on a huge bike ride up the Cooks river and then back
Getting a call to inform me that i won a $50 door prize
Meeting Jay Katz and being informed of his movie night, boom!!!!

Basically, i felt like i won a million $$$!!

I got great memories with Sheryl Crow's 'Tuesday night music music club'


So i'm on the grass, gravity assisted, just killing time before going for a $5 steak (add that to the list too bitches!) on Parramatta road and then on to an awesome underground (up the back stairs of King furniture king) called Mu-meson, hosted by Jay-Kats and miss Death.

On Jay's bio it says

To Katz, this music has no worth unless it is given back to the people with the same energy with which it was recorded in its day

Sounds interesting?
 I start listening to one of my many pod casts, one of them was an interview with Neuroscientist Daniela Schiller's, she says

Speaking your stories aloud, she believes, protects the memory by making it public. "If you want to keep a memory as is," she explains, "you carve it into a story."

Interesting, maybe that's the reason the bible was such a hit?

I got memories associated with PJ Harvey


I'm thinking of the Gettysburg address, by Abraham Lincon, why? Probably because it was before the time of amplification devices, the speech works better when if you read it out loud and now i'm thinking about Trainspotting, that book works better when you read it out loud too.

Maybe the words become effective when you activate another sense, your ears?
She goes on to talk about how the memory works and how we can change the associations

"A memory is only as good as your last retrieval of it,"

Maybe if you think something is traumatic and you have to talk about it, maybe a Pina Colada might ease the burden?

In fact, i think that is called 'Happy hour' all over the world?
A special hour to recant and catch up on stories? 

Then i get some flashbacks of why i started off blogging in the first place, i started it to preserve my memories, it's suprising how much you can do and later on down the road not think you've done much?

Creating content, gives you a sense of achievement, ask any farmer dammit!!

On my previous site, i have too many memories captured like a fly in a venus fly trap and tere they will stay, take a look for yourself.

I will take a peek myself when i'm finished tapping this out like a mad monkey in searching for the perfect Shakespeare sonnet and i've been learning a little bit about Shakespeare too, but that another story, it will not the kind of story you will read anywhere else.

Anyways, take a look at Daniela, you can even tell me what you think, if yea like

Sydney is winning me over, well sort of...

Well, it was time to do the thing i love to do most and the thing i don't seem to do much of these days, and that dear friends is to do this and that and this and try to punctuate it all (spelling too!) and put out the good words in the form of a blog post.

Sounds like work, right? But i like it, strange huh?

And all for you, the big dick head with nothing better to do than read this, in other words, my dear, loyal and trusted reader, i can see the stats, i know who you are, the city you log in from, i can even tell that browser you use, nifty eh?

So i have been back in Sydney since October and life dear friends has been going along swimmingly, time flies when your having fun and let me tell you, i feel like the days are zooming by, i don't seem to have much time and work is a bit of an inconvenience.

Buck Rogers and his little robot friend, having a laugh

Life is going by and i need to create content, other wise how will i measure just WTF i have been doing with myself and already we are mid way through March, the year is 2013, sounds like an episode of Buck Rodgers, in case you don't know who that fellow is, he was blasted into outer space, and woke up in the future, sounds like me alright, but i want a robot friend!!

I didn't get any ink done, can you believe it?

As much as i like the future, i would like time to stand still a bit more, maybe like yesterday at the tattoo convention, i arrived at noon and after walking around for one hour, it felt like four hours, time was crawling by.

The easiest thing to do about now, would to give a few Sydney highlights since the last blog posting

1, Yesterday in the bus i realised how hilarious it is to listen to teenagers, I never take the bus, but I heard this today, on a bus going to the tattoo convention

Guy 1: Turn off the music, it's Sunday, I want to study
Guy 2: Ha, typical Asian, it's Sunday and I want to party!

Totally excellent to listen to teenagers!! You cant make up the things they say (and i wish i could!!)

2, It was like something like out of a Tarrintino movie....
The other night 2 chicks were talking on my left about a couple, on my right 2 guys were having a conversation about something else, i was supposed to be in the 'something else' discussion, but i was listening to what the 2 chicks were saying on my left, now i don't know if its because i haven't been listening to much electronic music recently, but i started mixing both conversations, as you would if you were a DJ, conversation on the left and on the right.

You with me?

The 2 chicks on the left were telling the story about one of their friends that had a boyfriend in England, he had to go to LA for work, he was getting some action with a chick in LA, he wasn't supposed to, but he was (sounds normal?)

The girlfriend found out (uh oh!) they broke up, they got back together, broke up, by this stage i'm suprised that people would spend a perfectly good night talking about this, so of course i had to listen just to find out what women spend their time thinking and talking about, i was half amused truth be told, the conversation on the right is going on too, two guys, and i'm listening to that too and both groups stop talking at the same time and everybody from two separate conversations look at each other and start talking.

It was so brilliant, i couldn't say anything, i should copyright the idea, if you saw the idea in a French movie or a Tarrintino movie, you wouldn't be surprised, in fact i was a bit like the scene in the movie Trainspotting

Gail, Lizzie: What are you two talking about? Spud, Tommy: Football! What are you talking about? Gail, Lizzie: Shopping!

Conversation from Trainspotting, 'What are you talking about?'

Theatre i damn expensive here in Sydney, but since i started doin an acting course, theatre seems to be everywhere i look and turn.

Of course, this all amounts to entertainment (for me) which leads on to suprise that i could actually be enjoying life in Sydney at all?