Who could deny that privacy is a jewel? It has always been the mark of privilege, the distinguishing feature of a truely urbane culture.
Phyliss McGinley (1905-1978), US poet
found in Veil: Modesty, privacy and resistance by Fadwa El Guindi (1999, Oxford:Berg)
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
happiness
i think there are many things to be grateful for. so with a lot of inspiration from one of my favorite blogs http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/
here are ten things that make me terribly happy...
1. the lovely smell of manderines and the citrus oil on
my fingers as i peel them
2. trains that toot as they travel by people with waving
hands
3. unexpected messages that make me smile
4. playing badminton, pool and pingpong all in one
beautiful sunny day
5. scarecrows in Spotswood that dress up as Santa
6. goodbye hugs
7. looking forward to welcome home hugs
8. rain falling on the pavement on hot days
9. jandals (my new favorite footwear)
10. late night coffee with christmas mince pies
here's to happiness!
here are ten things that make me terribly happy...
1. the lovely smell of manderines and the citrus oil on
my fingers as i peel them
2. trains that toot as they travel by people with waving
hands
3. unexpected messages that make me smile
4. playing badminton, pool and pingpong all in one
beautiful sunny day
5. scarecrows in Spotswood that dress up as Santa
6. goodbye hugs
7. looking forward to welcome home hugs
8. rain falling on the pavement on hot days
9. jandals (my new favorite footwear)
10. late night coffee with christmas mince pies
here's to happiness!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
does a blank page scare you?
sometimes i find this blog a bit like opening a new journal. it's perfect. just by itself.
i feel guilty for forgetting to post. what shall i write? i worry. i don't want to ruin it with all my untidy handwriting. and it scares me. a lot.
but maybe that's exactly what it needs. for me to find a blank page somewhere lost in the middle. to scribble. and draw all over it. imperfection.
i feel guilty for forgetting to post. what shall i write? i worry. i don't want to ruin it with all my untidy handwriting. and it scares me. a lot.
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