friday songs

lacking in inspiration for blog posts after a busy/uneventful week, and a ridiculous weekend in dubai. new Radiohead is in my opinion totally awesome. and Led Zeppelin tangerine is a song that is

 a. continually in my head

b. continually on my ipod and

c. inspiring me to pick up a guitar again.

stay tuned and happy friday kids

xx

a brief absence

Dear small blog observing audience,


sorry, I've been meaning to write, but just haven't got around to it. its not you, its me. i haven't really been all that busy, i spent half an hour at work the other day trying to get my curly lions mane aka as my hair into a french style hugh bun, which i found the instructions for online, while using stumbleupon.com.
so a. you can see i've had time on m hands, and
b. it failed miserably. apparently to achieve the very louche and casual french style top knot as seen here you have to have hair that resembles a french model. or indeed anyone who doesn't have hair that resembles this

anyway, i digress. days here in Nepal continue to range from the ridiculous, the amazing, the bizarre, the fun, and the flat out frustrating mostly during the course of a day, the roller coaster of daily emotions from 'why wont my colleague give me any information about this project proposal she wants me to write' to 'kathmandu i F**king love you, usually leads to a daily wrap up with housemates, friends and other volutneers/aidworkers filled with amusing/frustrating anecdotes about working in Nepal. and I imagine in all less developed countries (i think thats the term we are using now). yesterday's little tale of the day, if it were to be written into short story would be entitled 'the time i jumped out the bus window to get out because it was too crowded to go through the door'. or 'writing a budget for a 3 year project without a clue'.

so i'll leave you with this, Kathmandu, i do love you, you are great, fun, amazing, dirty, full of inredible humourous, smart people, with amazing mountains, rubbish, dogs and 1980s style aerobics classes. but you are a challenging beast. 

Off to Dubai for the weekend, for sun, warmth, pools, overpriced drinks, seafood and shopping, 

i'll see you when I get back

xoxo pussymandu

ps other amusing anecdotes involve elton john singalongs, 'you cook us dinner' parties and the night we overdosed on mo:mo's (note the appropriate aspiration)

dreamfoods

the argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges writes of a man who cant stop imagining blue tigers, a coin that cannot be forgotten, of small disks that drive a man mad in his short stories.

i can completely obsessed by food. i'm thinking about the meal i'm going to eat after the one i'm about to sit down to while i'm still full from the meal before.
In borges' short stories the man dreaming of tigers end up in a cell surrounded by drawings on the wall of the unforgettable tigers, within which are pictures of tigers, containing pictures of tigers, ad infinitum.
I wonder if i will wind up in a room surrounded by sketches of plates of food, within plates of food disguising other plates of food.

a chef i once knew complained of being completely obsessed by food , that he couldn't stop thinking about food and cooking, at the time i couldn't see the problem. now im not so sure. the worst part is i'm not even dreaming of delicious amazing foods of amazing flavour. sometimes its just white bread with cheese. couscous with some raisins and tumeric. momos. muesli. porridge. i'm trapped in a glass cage of desirable and not so desireable foods.

oh and if you haven't read borges. do. now. you will be satsified.

its almost hell