Meme me up...

By way of the lovely anna at little red boat a meme had caught my fancy. Take your name, follow it with likes to, pop it into google and see what you get...

Steph likes to spy on him from the darkness of her upstairs bathroom. [Wow. How's that for a top hit.]

Steph likes to get a snack to keep everything stable. [This seems to be from a relatively unsavoury website.]

Steph likes to help & do studio work with musicians.

Steph likes to say things using song titles. [Fair enough.]

Steph likes to relax and listen to music and indulge in her hidden talent: sewing.

Steph likes to spend time in her apartment in La Cala, Spain. [I wish!]

Steph likes to buy furniture sight unseen.

Steph likes to eat Fritos. She is quite the Frito Fan. [Well, sure.]

Steph likes to play the tough guy for the camera. [So, this one seemed to be about a man but close enough.]

Steph likes to think of herself as a pursuer of all life has to offer.

Steph likes to do the fancy-schmancy pages and keep everything all nice and neat and categorized.

Steph likes to proofread the local paper. [Actually, that sounds a lot like me.]

Much like boaty anna, I will not tag a follow-on memer. So meme-on at will. Or don't. I will not be offended.

My Daily Life: Election Policy Speeches

So I don't really have time to talk right now. It's been a crazy week. Just wanted to call and say hi - oh, and share with you a little of what I've been up to.

Research on Australian federal election policy speeches for my background chapter:



The Meeting; A Large Attendance; A Vigorous Speech
The Town Hall this evening was crowded to the doors to hear Mr Barton deliver his address on the opening of the federal campaign. … The town was placarded with announcements that ladies would not be admitted to the hall, consequently they were absent.
Sydney Morning Herald, 18 January 1901



Federal Campaign; The Ministerial Cause…by our special reporters p.7
Ballarat, Thursday.
Mr Deakin opened the federal election campaign tonight in Her Majesty’s Theatre and while his reception was flattering the house was by no means crowded. In his opening remarks Mr Deakin gave vent to his poetic instincts and rhapsodied a good deal about the political union as compared with the disintegrated states…
… his poetic talent was able to invest such dry subject as the Patents Bill with romantic interest, while his flowers of rhetoric bloomed profusely and shed grateful fragrance over the High Court, the Public Service Act, and similar enactments…
But it was on preferential trade that he lavished his most profuse compliments. He descanted on it for nearly an hour at a rate of speed which defied anyone to assimilate one morsel of information before another was forced upon him.
… There have been few speeches delivered which were freer from interruption. It was too intensely interesting and seductive. There was scarcely room for cavil or questions while the flow of eloquence continued, and when he concluded there was an ovation of applause .
Sydney Morning Herald, 30 October 1903



Issues of the Elections; War on all Extremists
Mr Bruce had his speech prepared, and generally followed fairly closely the type written matter. Occasionally, however, he flung down his notes and gave his audience a little more homely talk. …
The Prime Minister spoke for two hours and was obviously wearied at the close. The speech was broadcast in Victoria and New South Wales. One striking illustration of modern developments in wireless was given by the spectacle of an overflow meeting of several hundreds listening to the speech coming through the loudspeaker, not 50 yards away from the hall. This second audience was distinctly more comfortable than those that compressed in the hall. Similarly over a wide area, hundreds of people heard all the Prime Minister had to say in the snug comfort of their drawing rooms.
Age, 6 October 1925

More recent stuff to come, I promise.

I am stuck in a lift.

John Medley West. There are five of us sitting in the lift. It is very toasty in here.

Oh so stretchy me...

... or reasons why i love yoga

Contrary to the implication in the title of this post, it is not because I am oh so very stretchy. I am nothing of the sort. Neither am I bendy. Shame when I'm trying to get into trichonasane. [The triangle pose, which I have most likely spelled incorrectly. I certainly attempt to 'do' it incorrectly even though it is a simple pose for most yoga novices.]

No... it is not my unbelievable Olympic-gymnast-like ability to be bendy like a pretzel. I cannot bend in a forwards direction. I cannot touch my toes, despite four years of yoga [or, admittedly, three years then a one year gap and then a class last week and tonight.]

So erm... no. It is the space, in my mind and my day. And the way that Shimon says 'foc-oos' when he's trying to get us to pay attention. And that feeling of letting go when you're been in a pose for a little while and your muscles just know that they can stretch a little further... so you breathe and the muscles relax and then all of a sudden an uncomfortable pose just becomes... comfy. In a very uncomfortable way. You know what I mean.

So now I am in a happy-post-yoga haze on my living room floor, trying to decide between a foul-mouthed chef [Gordon Ramsey] or a the British Ambassador to Washington [a new political-thriller thingy on the ABC]. No high culture for me tonight... but tomorrow night I'm off the the opera so it all balances itself out. :) OK, who am I kidding... they're going to talk about racism/terrorism and use the phrase 'in the West Wing'... so political thriller it is. And I have some leftover Easter chocolate too.

Lovely.