this picture will have some relevance in a few paragraphs time.


but for now, some thoughts:
human interaction is much like walking through a revolving door.
most of the time, we get through okay. sometimes, the glass hits you straight in the face.

today, entailed one of these casualties.

so, at work, the lunch rush ensues & four hundred twelve different conversations are zipping past my head. i'm at the coffee-machine when ** asks if i can make coffee for her customer too. 'that's fine' i say, 'please just take care of the rest of this man's order'. twenty-six hours later, i'm still frothing milk & sprinkling sweeteners (because everyone decides to have their caffeine fix then & there like it's going out of fashion) & customer man is still waiting for the rest of his order, impatience growing on the tips of his nose & cheeks. in the midst of making everyone else's mocha-choca-latte-ya-ya, he asks me (nay, sternly asks me) to get the rest of his order. stress is not nice colours on me, & my haste & exasperation (at ** for failing to help this man out) were perceived by man. he got defensive, & for lack of a better term, i got a verbal lesson from him about attitude.

i wasn't angry at him, but at her. but in this instant i became angry at the world the way hercules was angry at hades when the large-ass pillars collapsed on meg (walt disney version, of course). i may or may not have been rude & dismissive back?

time elapsed, as it often does, & tempers simmered. i saw the man approaching again, & immediately as he got to the counter, i wore my sincerest face & told him i was sorry for earlier. i explained that my annoyance was not directed at him, but rather a bad case of antsyness at the growing mob & exasperation at **. he smiled, offered his own apologies & all was well in the world. this is the part where the door keeps spinning & you run with it like the five year old amazed with centrifugal motion.

NOW FOR THE IMAGE RELEVANCE:
this post is about people & the odd ways people waltz in to your life.

those of you ample readership (of maybe 2) in australia would know of thirsty merc, the band. now, on my youtube front page is a video called "emancipate myself" by said band... i don't quite know how to narrate this story creatively, so i'll skip the frills & get on to the bit where matt baker, original guitarist of band, writes me a message on youtube.

the sequence of events leading up to the message is as follows:
matt has an upcoming audition for a pink floyd tribute show. matt decides to prowl youtube for pink floyd videos. matt needs to lean over the computer & fiddle with something technical or other. matt's elbow accidentally nudges a button, which causes the mouse hovering over my face to load up. matt watches video of strange girl possibly with a mixed sense of curiosity & disgust (am banking on 98% disgust). matt considers writing to girl to let her know of how odd she is, but decides against it because writing to strange girls on the internet is (a) something he never does, (b) unorthodox, & (c) probably worthy of capital punishment. matt clicks on strange girl's front page instead, & low & behold, there he is rocking out in the small screen on autoplay, on the front of her page. matt did the right thing by the stars & messaged the strange girl.

anyway, there is talk of some musical union & (small-time) gigs, but i am unbearably excited. EXCITED, I SAY.

now here i am posing haughtily with a rare thirsty merc 3-track album. matthew is second from left.



hot damn!
only one final work left to hand in, & i can shove this semester straight up all of your collective behinds. SUMMER, come on down! my intentions for this summer are entirely creative: musicmusicmusic, videos & photography.

on a note of finality,
nikki is a proud new owner of a canon 1000d digital-slr! BIG FAT HOOZAH FOR AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHY :D

Posted in: on Saturday, November 8, 2008 at at 4:37 PM