Monthly Archives: September 2005

what colour is your city?

Posted on September 30, 2005 by lynsey gedye

Walking at lunchtime, working out the ache after sitting too long in a long (but interesting) meeting, I became aware of the colours around me. I decided the colour of our city was terracotta (and shades thereof) and blue. Cerulean. … Continue reading →

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blackbird update ii

Posted on September 29, 2005 by lynsey gedye

Everything seems to be progressing along nicely. I haven’t seen any evidence of chickens as yet, and I don’t know what the incubation period is for blackbirds. Or any other bird for that matter. I do know how long it … Continue reading →

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concrete poetry

Posted on September 28, 2005 by lynsey gedye

According to the wikipedia’s definition, concrete poetry is poetry in which the typographical arrangement of words is as important in conveying the intended effect as the conventional elements of the poem, such as meaning of words, rhythm, rhyme and so … Continue reading →

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exploring marginalia

Posted on September 27, 2005 by lynsey gedye

You don’t have to love Wellington in the early evening, but it’s easy to. Wellington goes on in the edges and margins in my life. I march on through dealing (or not) with the offerings of the day in whatever … Continue reading →

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blackbird update

Posted on September 26, 2005 by lynsey gedye

There’s been some degree of nervousness on my part – I suppose all expectant fathers feel the same way. The blackbirds weren’t seen around the nest for some time – at least a week I would guess. It was hard … Continue reading →

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bored with your husband

Posted on September 25, 2005 by lynsey gedye

Someone asked what should they do – they were bored with their husband. At first I didn’t know what to suggest – I’m a husband myself, and so what would I know about these issues? Then I decided to give … Continue reading →

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014 – can’t get it up

Posted on September 24, 2005 by lynsey gedye

One of the great frustrations in life, and I think one of the great character-builders that a person can face in life, is when you realise that what you love can’t get it up. I’m not talking about sex here, … Continue reading →

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grindstone cowboy

Posted on September 23, 2005 by lynsey gedye

In Lambton Square, checking out the dulcet tones of the checkout chick in Subway (previously blogged at eatWell(ington)), leaving with my six inches toasted…over the speakers, Glen Campbell’s ‘Wichita Lineman’. I was transported back more years than I thought possible. … Continue reading →

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I am number two, you are number six!

Posted on September 22, 2005 by lynsey gedye

As time went by I wondered about the nature of blogging. Was it ‘genuine’ writing? I have no idea what genuine writing is. It is writing, so it might be genuine. I saw it on the internet so it MUST … Continue reading →

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to have and to hold

Posted on September 21, 2005 by lynsey gedye

Terence’s folks had three china pheasants flying up the wall of their small living room. No ducks for these people, they were suburban aspirers. Terence was my school mate, and I’m not mocking their small house, it’s just they were … Continue reading →

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