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I know, I've been M.I.A for about a week now, but with good reason.
Let me preface this post by telling people that I have been excited about seeing Stevie Wonder in concert since we heard he was touring. My friend John-Paul bought our tickets on his credit card and offered to hold onto them until the concert in October.
I checked the date of the show so Barry could swap shifts because he works until 11pm. I confirmed with Mama Synesthesia as well - Thursday, October 23, 8pm.
Imagine my surprise, then, when on WEDNESDAY night, October 22, at 8pm, I got a call from John-Paul asking where we were... He said that he was waiting out the front of the Stevie Wonder concert, with our tickets!
All right. My bad. When I confirmed the date, the website was advertising the second show - and we had tickets to the first. :(
But I digress. When I got the call from JP, I was in my PJs settled for a night of TV-watching. Barry was at work. Mama Synesthesia was at home cooking fish for her brother.
I. Am. A. Virgo. I cannot handle surprises, things that are unplanned, randomness of any kind.
Without going into too much more detail, here's a brief rundown of events between 8:00 and 8:40pm:
* I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt - no shower, no make-up, and I collected some of Barry's clothes.
* My mum threw down her cooking utensils and picked me up from home.
* We drove to Barry's work. I ran in and made up a terrible excuse to get him out of his shift. (I apologise to his colleagues but it was a worthy cause!)
* We drove to ACER Arena, found a very lucky parking spot and arrived at the front desk to find our 3 tickets waiting at the door.
From then on, it was magical. We had the BEST time of our lives. Stevie Wonder is an amazing musician and a true musical genius.
The concert was worth all the stress and anxiety we went through to get there, plus more... Which is probably why my mum and I decided to go the next night as well... :)
Please enjoy some of the video footage I took, and remember to press pause on the playlist at the bottom of my page.
'Part-Time Lover'
'Lately'
Friday, October 31, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Safety First... Sorta.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Instinct for Transcendence - from SydHappyGuy
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At about 2pm yesterday, I got this email from SydHappyGuy with the simple subject line (yet one of my favourites) - 'Thought you'd like this...'
As I told Mr T in my reply,
"Madame Synesthesia is a manifestation of that instinct in me."
Thanks for thinking of me and being so spot on.
All you need is soul.
At about 2pm yesterday, I got this email from SydHappyGuy with the simple subject line (yet one of my favourites) - 'Thought you'd like this...'
"Arianna Huffington, editor in chief of the award-winning online newspaper The Huffington Post, spoke to us about the deep human yearning for transcendence that she calls the “fourth instinct”:
Most psychologists and biologists look at human behavior in terms of three instincts: survival, sex, and power. I believe, however, that you cannot understand human behavior without recognizing a fourth one—the instinct for transcendence, the instinct to connect to the part of us that goes beyond our materiality and survives our death, that connects with our soul. That's what explains our search for meaning, whether it drives us to art or to religion or to altruistic behavior that cannot be explained purely in terms of self-interest.... You could say that the fourth instinct drives the evolution of consciousness—and the evolution of consciousness is the foundation of everything."
The Instinct for Transcendence is a concept I'd never heard of, but one that's truly beautiful to me. And, in retrospect, it's probably been the driving 'instinct' guiding most of my actions in life - especially the ones I haven't been able to explain.As I told Mr T in my reply,
"Madame Synesthesia is a manifestation of that instinct in me."
Thanks for thinking of me and being so spot on.
All you need is soul.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Close Captioned Sia on Jools Holland - Soon We'll Be Found
The beautiful Sia live on Jools Holland.
I captioned this performance in my spare time because I really think this song, this singer, should be shared and experienced by everyone.
I just hope my captions do the song justice.
** Remember to pause my music playlist at the bottom of this page before you watch the video.**
Enjoy xx
Monday, October 13, 2008
Happy Birthday, Mummie.
Those of you who know me know that my mum means the world to me. For the past 30-odd years, she has devoted her life, her time and all her love to my sister Leonie and me and has never left us in need of anything, ever. It's something I think about often and for which I am eternally grateful.
For a time during our teenage years, my mum was working three jobs simultaneously and raising two pubescent teenage daughters on her own. She never showed us she was struggling and she never let us go without.
Not only did she buy us tickets to every concert, gig or outing that we wanted to go to, she would do the 'hard yards' with us as well. In 1994 she bought us tickets to 3 consecutive Pearl Jam concerts and camped out at Eastern Creek Raceway overnight so we could get right to the front of stage. She then waited in the car for the concert to finish so she could drive us home.
That's just one of the times she's gone way beyond the call of motherly duty to keep us safe, to keep us happy.
I'm still in awe of her beauty - then and now - of her mind, her cooking skills, her athleticism (she goes to the beach every morning to swim laps and walk on the sand), her work ethic and especially her strength. My mother is one ballsy lady and she commands respect wherever she goes. She can also be REALLY scary when she's angry :)
It was Mummie's Birthday on Thursday, so Barry and I drove over and cooked her breakfast in bed (Barry's famous French toast with maple syrup, cinnamon and ice cream). We handed over her present which, for the first time in years, was not something I bought in a store. I made her 3 CDs with a mix of her favourite songs and songs I knew would touch her soul. She loved it. More than anything I could have bought in a store. I love her for that.
The Birthday email she received from Leonie (who lives in Athens) topped her morning off. My sister has inherited my father's writing ability and writes something amazing for Mummie every year. I always know she's read it when she walks out with a tear in her eye.
Nothing we can ever do, say, buy or create will repay her for what she's given us over the years, but hopefully the lives my sister and I lead today and the women we've become make her a proud mother.
For a time during our teenage years, my mum was working three jobs simultaneously and raising two pubescent teenage daughters on her own. She never showed us she was struggling and she never let us go without.
Not only did she buy us tickets to every concert, gig or outing that we wanted to go to, she would do the 'hard yards' with us as well. In 1994 she bought us tickets to 3 consecutive Pearl Jam concerts and camped out at Eastern Creek Raceway overnight so we could get right to the front of stage. She then waited in the car for the concert to finish so she could drive us home.
That's just one of the times she's gone way beyond the call of motherly duty to keep us safe, to keep us happy.
I'm still in awe of her beauty - then and now - of her mind, her cooking skills, her athleticism (she goes to the beach every morning to swim laps and walk on the sand), her work ethic and especially her strength. My mother is one ballsy lady and she commands respect wherever she goes. She can also be REALLY scary when she's angry :)
It was Mummie's Birthday on Thursday, so Barry and I drove over and cooked her breakfast in bed (Barry's famous French toast with maple syrup, cinnamon and ice cream). We handed over her present which, for the first time in years, was not something I bought in a store. I made her 3 CDs with a mix of her favourite songs and songs I knew would touch her soul. She loved it. More than anything I could have bought in a store. I love her for that.
The Birthday email she received from Leonie (who lives in Athens) topped her morning off. My sister has inherited my father's writing ability and writes something amazing for Mummie every year. I always know she's read it when she walks out with a tear in her eye.
Nothing we can ever do, say, buy or create will repay her for what she's given us over the years, but hopefully the lives my sister and I lead today and the women we've become make her a proud mother.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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