BEWARE OF THE LEOPARD

“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.” 


Douglas Adams, The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy


Melbourne
Australia

burble

 

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out of my mind

When I have stuff to say that isn't a song, isn't a poem and isn't a review - and isn't what I am supposed to be working on, well, it's a blog, isn't it?
Presenting the stuff that comes out of my mind

Filtering by Category: the dailies

always janis

Amanda Collins

Well hello again
I heard this interview for the first time, and thought I would share it with you.
Aren't the graphics evocative?

You are what you settle for.

Janis's car

Janis's car

She's such a fantastic embodiment of 'be what you seem'. And even so, she is worried about the impression she is making. That's a tough way to live.
I would have loved to know her as the older woman she never got to be. I would have loved to make her coffee in my kitchen and hear her fantastic laugh.
It seems to me that her life wouldn't have been the same if she had grown up in a later time.
Isn't it extraordinary that she felt concerned that she might offend people? 

Janis Joplin 1969

Janis Joplin 1969


She lived only 27 years. 8 of those, she was a performer. She sat in the front seat of limos, so she could watch the world go by, When Dick Cavett called her a star, she said "Call me a singer". She loved what she did.

I wonder how she was as a kid. Maybe she was always like that, real, and humble and straight talking. I like to think so. She knew she couldn't settle - and she didn't.

Janis Joplin at High School - just like everybody else

Janis Joplin at High School - just like everybody else

Do we need people like Janis to come and go in our lives, to let us know there is more out there?






things to be grateful for

Amanda Collins

Well hello there!

This is entry number one to hopefully a long, rewarding and joyful - if slightly one-sided - conversation.
It's also a great way for me to pretend to be working when actually, it's far more like play.

Great stuff happened today:

  • Wild crazy wind like the wind in Wuthering Heights. Given I live in Suburban Northcote, Australia, probably that's less suitable than if I were a country lass in England. Also, my hair isn't magnificently curly - or even Kate Bush-esque - something a lass would need should she decide to walk the wildy windy moors, I feel. But the wind today was extraordinary.
  • My mate Denny, warrior poet of Red Rabbit Rubbish fame, spent an apocalyptic afternoon loading rubbish from a neighbour's house in the wind and the rain - so I got to loaf about and watch him work. We wrote a couple of new tag-lines for his business - this was my fave:
    "Red Rabbit Rubbish - 'Cause we like breaking Sh*t Up" 
    I also thought a TV chat show from the cab of his truck could work really well - musings on the weird stuff you find in rubbish removal, the greater stuff of life, and the occasional guest spot for the interesting people Den meets along the way.
  • And I actually got a little more of this e-furniture moved about on my website. It's starting to look like something I would be happy to present to you.

So here it is.
Hope you enjoy the rearrangement. Talk soon!

xx
Amanda