tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9767802879397692352024-03-13T18:57:47.819+11:00Rainbowgazing from the StratosphereCaitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-2023491378291901922010-05-11T21:34:00.000+10:002010-05-11T21:34:00.879+10:00Hello Mr. Strawberry Pot!<div>A little while ago I accompanied my mother and auntie to the nursery to buy some herbs and such for the garden. Whilst I was there, a happy little green-leafed strawberry plant caught my eye. </div><div><br /></div><div>I bought a white strawberry pot to go with him, and potted him as soon as I got home. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hey little guy!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHehDJnp2tAc8aQvlgH2-9plXsYgdYQy_QEmfyFIgQXz4xom9L3ut73OUSE4d61hBYvJusggM7N7AtdgaIvEPbd1cD-l0VfsvymaIKTjZU4nKXAPoligJO7ojbVtgu61NU2vkqzxWzfLU/s1600/Nikon+Shots+462.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHehDJnp2tAc8aQvlgH2-9plXsYgdYQy_QEmfyFIgQXz4xom9L3ut73OUSE4d61hBYvJusggM7N7AtdgaIvEPbd1cD-l0VfsvymaIKTjZU4nKXAPoligJO7ojbVtgu61NU2vkqzxWzfLU/s400/Nikon+Shots+462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849419026781698" /></a><br /><div>I talked to him most days...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1CS6ol7FlMJKuTC_si99p9gVrA5xFQlfPUR_h2I9DtQhBettOFbf-MAgJ2Uha9GmjLEW9dJd6QVEkvNv8s_HMSzCMpqGkrF0Ve7IFpmKVybZWoDtGpjLO8YIbY87K7XepB7rHrawC4w/s1600/Nikon+Shots+465.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1CS6ol7FlMJKuTC_si99p9gVrA5xFQlfPUR_h2I9DtQhBettOFbf-MAgJ2Uha9GmjLEW9dJd6QVEkvNv8s_HMSzCMpqGkrF0Ve7IFpmKVybZWoDtGpjLO8YIbY87K7XepB7rHrawC4w/s400/Nikon+Shots+465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849415144717938" /></a><br /></div><div>And lo - !<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWer_MnVchlTd_LLFkrT7DXKFMo3hl4EqshFUk3hOdCubId5_ZXmOiBL66oX3fdDHgTaUWTOFbgmRdGN7RFk3U2rbgIkzLW1AaMCfRlIm0qoitZLviztejf0qOhkXjuPWM_fZy0aKKcw/s1600/DSC_1016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWer_MnVchlTd_LLFkrT7DXKFMo3hl4EqshFUk3hOdCubId5_ZXmOiBL66oX3fdDHgTaUWTOFbgmRdGN7RFk3U2rbgIkzLW1AaMCfRlIm0qoitZLviztejf0qOhkXjuPWM_fZy0aKKcw/s400/DSC_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849406807029522" /></a><br /></div><div>A couple of delicious little gems for me to eat right up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoP0Ge4IBhnx22KJ9tR7iOnQcgs9yDr3Y3kCgski0jfA6zgL8czpqlnIzuFOFSURdnnBr41MqN_g9tVnZEwt3cU-qwx9iUP2vRoWY7I2qxjQN2F1HCPW-MniJDKywUdeaE13SZHt7-uLw/s1600/DSC_1019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoP0Ge4IBhnx22KJ9tR7iOnQcgs9yDr3Y3kCgski0jfA6zgL8czpqlnIzuFOFSURdnnBr41MqN_g9tVnZEwt3cU-qwx9iUP2vRoWY7I2qxjQN2F1HCPW-MniJDKywUdeaE13SZHt7-uLw/s400/DSC_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458849394431104018" /></a><br /><br /></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-39197127459357056942010-04-11T20:43:00.004+10:002010-04-11T21:02:21.815+10:00Birthday Season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndQHUk51EhX7ZlF9gYA0GCYNY76YChXdRydZLvrsje32a_yiM3JKn-7ANgW3UcOb4pOMIhVZit35z5Rwq8gTAnw0st0paClYMChCVeg2QYDRF77XFWuRK2f-hE1oF5ixNV184DLg29IU/s1600/DSC_1510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndQHUk51EhX7ZlF9gYA0GCYNY76YChXdRydZLvrsje32a_yiM3JKn-7ANgW3UcOb4pOMIhVZit35z5Rwq8gTAnw0st0paClYMChCVeg2QYDRF77XFWuRK2f-hE1oF5ixNV184DLg29IU/s400/DSC_1510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458833277786441026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4glwyNxoAqxH_xszIzuNuyUhHPX6iBfh7oV-bBMsxQlNBHQzdOschmMRvqt_a6OW_MfAO40Rql4yEUdQvyXefvllIajvPZZ6TqyZjmgoqXrbHAiJ5rgUX2vFEW1fQmn0-9Pth35AqVPw/s1600/DSC_1498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4glwyNxoAqxH_xszIzuNuyUhHPX6iBfh7oV-bBMsxQlNBHQzdOschmMRvqt_a6OW_MfAO40Rql4yEUdQvyXefvllIajvPZZ6TqyZjmgoqXrbHAiJ5rgUX2vFEW1fQmn0-9Pth35AqVPw/s400/DSC_1498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458833272778547922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_K1OyhQQySoRJ1Xwg-GYxQbB-bb1612jGqgNtRLXK4d8pk9-OHeiTRFU2tXGtZNmw34rvgKur246FHXS0a0Yw2OtQeV6Tc7vy-782OR_WzKvyvtmTEtf1d_-bGiQgM5w9-NmY26pP-kU/s1600/DSC_1327.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_K1OyhQQySoRJ1Xwg-GYxQbB-bb1612jGqgNtRLXK4d8pk9-OHeiTRFU2tXGtZNmw34rvgKur246FHXS0a0Yw2OtQeV6Tc7vy-782OR_WzKvyvtmTEtf1d_-bGiQgM5w9-NmY26pP-kU/s400/DSC_1327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832816885765618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihG_Hu8jtkna9_V3bhFRxtI68SV1qbWeRXWwq8zpq6kAndw4Y7pYSqnsCOK29bmGFZXIaxoA-7QxB3-ark5aIeTeohwV5HTSEKKSWw_CO08SFx2iNHRX-8rar9sTwP3Z1zPMLcgDCedPk/s1600/DSC_1321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihG_Hu8jtkna9_V3bhFRxtI68SV1qbWeRXWwq8zpq6kAndw4Y7pYSqnsCOK29bmGFZXIaxoA-7QxB3-ark5aIeTeohwV5HTSEKKSWw_CO08SFx2iNHRX-8rar9sTwP3Z1zPMLcgDCedPk/s400/DSC_1321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832804644203714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZ4Jz8AyCD4IJI9VDzX_bfKctyv1pd8Go05A61k1onbgYnCU0oMGJVTNZHtEvpenVj5fIVf3eB4hsQYRb3UspMNe4ojbaSClew8s_VA89wwOOhi1E-zD4AsmIFhdcG8nei6M8gETInA0/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZ4Jz8AyCD4IJI9VDzX_bfKctyv1pd8Go05A61k1onbgYnCU0oMGJVTNZHtEvpenVj5fIVf3eB4hsQYRb3UspMNe4ojbaSClew8s_VA89wwOOhi1E-zD4AsmIFhdcG8nei6M8gETInA0/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832797242117106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZNob_CNFzB3FpumsttFZ083EkZh4Tp-z9CtbuIRAHQX0yZCp0j_GPaEsCo6auBn7wvVX6zzf6037REwhnmg_zISC14bSlmJ7vSBGr-3qoD9farpHl4aTE95QIHVHg0u0VH1-4UTjzEE/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZNob_CNFzB3FpumsttFZ083EkZh4Tp-z9CtbuIRAHQX0yZCp0j_GPaEsCo6auBn7wvVX6zzf6037REwhnmg_zISC14bSlmJ7vSBGr-3qoD9farpHl4aTE95QIHVHg0u0VH1-4UTjzEE/s400/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832787980550722" /></a><br />It's Birthday Season at my place! My mother, brother and sister's birthdays all fall within a month of each other, and I spend the entire month being over-stuffed with excellent birthday cakes. Here are some highlights from Caketime!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-33909031731568370262010-03-22T21:03:00.003+11:002010-03-22T21:29:08.417+11:00Monday Night is Conundrum NightHello dear friends,<div><br /></div><div>I thought I'd actually test out how many people still read this rarely-updated sanctuary of mine by presenting you with a conundrum I have, and then requesting your opinion on the matter.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had two plans for the beginning of 2011. The first was to spend the month of January in Europe with Roman, the second to (apply for, at least) to direct the Sydney University O-Week Festival. </div><div><br /></div><div>Both are incredibly good things that I want to do more than anything. Problem being that O-Week director is an incredibly all-consuming commitment that commences half way through 2010 and continues until the last week of February 2011, pretty much precluding me from spending January outside the office. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I chose to commit to applying for O-Week director, there is a high likelihood that I wouldn't get it (it's a very competitive position, and whilst I am good at that sort of thing there are definitely people in the world who are better at it) and by that stage I may not be able to commit to Europe in lieu of it. On the other hand, if I say "I probably wouldn't get it" and then do, I will have invested in Europe planning for nothing, and Roman will most likely be very upset with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I now present to you my pros and cons list for both eventualities, and ask you to decide on which course of action I should take:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>FOR EUROPE:</b></div><div><ul><li>It would be my first real holiday in two and a half years;</li><li>I would get to return to the UK, to spend at least a week in London as well as visiting throughout the country, meeting up with family (Roman's) and friends (mine);</li><li>I would get to go to Scotland for the first time, and to see my dear friends Minna and Hannah;</li><li>I would be able to spend a naughty weekend in Paris with Roman... and Minna!;</li><li>I would get to go to Berlin and see the Brandenburg Gate (something I really need to do for myself);</li><li>I would get to go vintage shopping in London;</li><li>It's much more certain/definite than O-Week;</li><li>I would be travelling with my love.</li></ul><div><b>FOR O-WEEK:</b></div><div><ul><li>It would be an incredible adventure;</li><li>I would be learning skills that will help me for the rest of my life;</li><li>I would be performing a duty to the system that has given me so much over the past few years;</li><li>I think I would be good at it;</li><li>I think it would help me to grow up and perhaps to even help me find a place in the event industry (which is perhaps where I'll end up);</li><li>It would make me freaking awesome;</li><li>I would get paid for it, rather than saving for a whole year for Europe.</li></ul><div>I know that list makes Europe sound like a way better option, but I'm still very torn. Quick, lend me your opinions!</div></div></div><div><br /></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-50411602578148510712010-01-29T16:02:00.006+11:002010-03-22T14:41:39.575+11:00On Swimming<div style="text-align: left;">I love swimming. I love swimming enough to wear dorky uncle goggles frequently.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSnvUHksyd4dTXeaXqLO1dR4_LpMuepcnTVPt56GDDjk8kmJp6eLn4xJiImzTQ6CEcfti_7UJQvwCUFxQYddgKAMLQByxSD6DEDJi_YVlL2N9bK-3ycPGS_qekN-Bx51dKjw79WUUhsk/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+263.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSnvUHksyd4dTXeaXqLO1dR4_LpMuepcnTVPt56GDDjk8kmJp6eLn4xJiImzTQ6CEcfti_7UJQvwCUFxQYddgKAMLQByxSD6DEDJi_YVlL2N9bK-3ycPGS_qekN-Bx51dKjw79WUUhsk/s400/Nikon+Shots+263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432027668442272130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I love that my wonderful aunt and uncle live right next to my favourite beach in the world and that I'm able to escape to this incredible <b>other world</b> almost whenever I like. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-h9LStAypUStWU69WqwGOog0U1tYyfuws8gl9cU8c6S8aDJXLqjNXlTW_NqYzYhIFRCHr9bA84cqDN6HMeXiW7gNiBM0ldOzgpKw-rspzFKjRWDD4cSJL38l_nxYnI3RWnOpgSz1Cj0/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+104.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-h9LStAypUStWU69WqwGOog0U1tYyfuws8gl9cU8c6S8aDJXLqjNXlTW_NqYzYhIFRCHr9bA84cqDN6HMeXiW7gNiBM0ldOzgpKw-rspzFKjRWDD4cSJL38l_nxYnI3RWnOpgSz1Cj0/s400/Nikon+Shots+104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432027655781214930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-22582884148246172732010-01-29T14:49:00.007+11:002010-01-29T21:57:13.930+11:00On Fruit and Happiness<div style="text-align: left;">A big part of what I've been trying to do in <a href="http://rainbow-gazing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mission-lifestyle-rearrangement.html">bettering my existence</a> is to do with food. As an eating disorder sufferer, I've always had a difficult relationship with food, especially since I've regained a healthy weight, and choosing and eating food can be incredibly stressful for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Part of this stress is striking a balance between eating healthy and eating at all. A diet that involves lots of fresh fruit and vegetables is great, but it can be a bit of a slippery slope. The great thing about this time of year (summer!) is that there is <b>so much<i> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">beautiful fruit and veg to eat, I eat enough to be healthy without feeling the kind of debilitating guilt that comes with the kinds of rich, starchy things we generally reach for in the winter. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">This has turned out to be a bit of a negative post, and I'm sorry about that. I do genuinely love food, and cooking, and eating, and that's why it's quite difficult to talk about these things, because whilst my "episode" is more than five years in the past, it is impossible to get rid of the feelings and thoughts entirely. The best way of dealing with it is to really enjoy your food and lead as active a lifestyle as you can. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">.. and you really can't be grumpy when there are fresh figs in the house, can you?</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ23b3Q6IwNzqOdEQ2Kipvnmj_hRJHFqsGg5VgE3z1O6JYkEb3pydVcN-zfBwUatkYhJPGSpoikxHYwXW62n8m1nzRxbeCk0T9HiX1g6yEb_cBF-1RDhWFfLBALXiDAvLYRKzCg1NpC4/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+431.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ23b3Q6IwNzqOdEQ2Kipvnmj_hRJHFqsGg5VgE3z1O6JYkEb3pydVcN-zfBwUatkYhJPGSpoikxHYwXW62n8m1nzRxbeCk0T9HiX1g6yEb_cBF-1RDhWFfLBALXiDAvLYRKzCg1NpC4/s400/Nikon+Shots+431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432021032081804594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YfjuOvIQiD2EM4xnqbqu3WUa5hFc2WaLFp-5KgRuUzCH-Lvl1lxn8LoRZeMWKXMD4nPX7vTaROTx28E3GGKfB2GesZhnlflMjhcQbSe0TQlXwL4V5NFr8FoIvNcZSnpNLkiCOg5mIZo/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+033.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YfjuOvIQiD2EM4xnqbqu3WUa5hFc2WaLFp-5KgRuUzCH-Lvl1lxn8LoRZeMWKXMD4nPX7vTaROTx28E3GGKfB2GesZhnlflMjhcQbSe0TQlXwL4V5NFr8FoIvNcZSnpNLkiCOg5mIZo/s400/Nikon+Shots+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432021053779145762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMILaF2HxF9FMFVugj4b2KpLKovho3chnvK4oMcLSNyTbTsQSZj-bwA_6LhqpbJ-28pPImR6APPdIyXb_7XuMkVo91oQS0Q2t08NUcCRLU6YSpSkbxJfQzju6yO-F6HRuQplePMnq1nX0/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+413.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMILaF2HxF9FMFVugj4b2KpLKovho3chnvK4oMcLSNyTbTsQSZj-bwA_6LhqpbJ-28pPImR6APPdIyXb_7XuMkVo91oQS0Q2t08NUcCRLU6YSpSkbxJfQzju6yO-F6HRuQplePMnq1nX0/s400/Nikon+Shots+413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432021044411210882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Fvvv6iAiwDgpkDu5v_6n2ns6PU4Kd7bNwtFlIFa7yLTFVUvAtTZWebRpEo4oXNrVUIb8LGOHHICk98yLo993DjVCLamFqci3a3rLhb9gWHR351I__QbiCTYRfrRciz8p1epXbBRdJes/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+418.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Fvvv6iAiwDgpkDu5v_6n2ns6PU4Kd7bNwtFlIFa7yLTFVUvAtTZWebRpEo4oXNrVUIb8LGOHHICk98yLo993DjVCLamFqci3a3rLhb9gWHR351I__QbiCTYRfrRciz8p1epXbBRdJes/s400/Nikon+Shots+418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432021037290478978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-10236746798342844852010-01-29T14:31:00.007+11:002010-01-29T21:58:25.557+11:00On Joanna Henderson<div>I was directed to this amazing photography by Jennifer at <a href="http://www.simplyphoto.blogspot.com/">Simply Photo</a>. I love the interior shots particularly, especially that clock!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qutlNATKtaYvsYYIssvsh_aqxMAWeLmQe1eSaF03Bvr_43xxeIP0BRyFGRaEJifOKb2cugkw0q8OQkZanJoxmVuBhwtzHEYhRSJ5_tG6Hy_sJcslLoHIaU5lzPRvIH4FE01q-D59UWo/s1600-h/joannahendersoninterior.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qutlNATKtaYvsYYIssvsh_aqxMAWeLmQe1eSaF03Bvr_43xxeIP0BRyFGRaEJifOKb2cugkw0q8OQkZanJoxmVuBhwtzHEYhRSJ5_tG6Hy_sJcslLoHIaU5lzPRvIH4FE01q-D59UWo/s400/joannahendersoninterior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000463011130690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyJYdqT13_nwQmc0pfvyVLuO7JPJgoUmhpKNd3yRvhwA0PgEl3azNLbnqt4Jl12EahXWMIvR7HxKFQELZ7n0DL3SYm695p9wZR7z1V786Uwvfh3buiswte6lDTRfqPtx4Tr6QcKY0txU/s1600-h/joannahenderson4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyJYdqT13_nwQmc0pfvyVLuO7JPJgoUmhpKNd3yRvhwA0PgEl3azNLbnqt4Jl12EahXWMIvR7HxKFQELZ7n0DL3SYm695p9wZR7z1V786Uwvfh3buiswte6lDTRfqPtx4Tr6QcKY0txU/s400/joannahenderson4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000455188058370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3irANc7k9vjT_t4FWiFyJaajx3ZKEGHD7-u5u0y9KziCzvx8G2yqWab0lbNiQJc_mYIpbP6V0BrFGhYW45LEgrfVQTEw_dNvsR1LJkLXKlEJ1giJHee8JvtdgdXCtpVWg3tXrVQo6ilw/s1600-h/joannahenderson5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3irANc7k9vjT_t4FWiFyJaajx3ZKEGHD7-u5u0y9KziCzvx8G2yqWab0lbNiQJc_mYIpbP6V0BrFGhYW45LEgrfVQTEw_dNvsR1LJkLXKlEJ1giJHee8JvtdgdXCtpVWg3tXrVQo6ilw/s400/joannahenderson5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000449626230354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtLaX-CC_9kPWabkn44DgGebLc1g19MvN-PqgyxSrycF5-hWHyG3KZalbTxMRHXbtZeaQOoaLZN0Ek1k3Y_F_F9ukN4VL5b8PiSXFVF_LZio0wPZ5VuQSqu0Bjp6KzAIzQ9oUug2T8LA/s1600-h/joannahenderson2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtLaX-CC_9kPWabkn44DgGebLc1g19MvN-PqgyxSrycF5-hWHyG3KZalbTxMRHXbtZeaQOoaLZN0Ek1k3Y_F_F9ukN4VL5b8PiSXFVF_LZio0wPZ5VuQSqu0Bjp6KzAIzQ9oUug2T8LA/s400/joannahenderson2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000441290842034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHnAy6MXLjZnDo82KeOqvMOLQF21FgNj7IzLenpovCH2A5et8dnj6DUCMf7nrXybRtLfNoxBXNPIzew3vzWf_JTUigJWFwQzD8m_hI8_tsjNiyt44sFaEzatihAejJAnVxQxGdncr5ic/s1600-h/joannahenderson3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHnAy6MXLjZnDo82KeOqvMOLQF21FgNj7IzLenpovCH2A5et8dnj6DUCMf7nrXybRtLfNoxBXNPIzew3vzWf_JTUigJWFwQzD8m_hI8_tsjNiyt44sFaEzatihAejJAnVxQxGdncr5ic/s400/joannahenderson3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000435715498562" /></a><div><br /></div><div>See Joanna Henson's <a href="http://www.joannahenderson.com/">website</a> for more lovely pictures.</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-18183021786960741812010-01-29T14:27:00.006+11:002010-03-22T14:44:39.345+11:00On Looking Into the Past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOcU2cGDnuI-QAQPUhABBQuRgbC9v2vNZtIOeEQBApZJb29EWNZIWz91cnB2sKV9zIfDMOGvegzap5dcHaowa8k5ZBf4dqCvmLu4lvSd9B4zfhaKFIc2_ELGfnuFe9TfG8TBYrz_I9qQ/s1600-h/thenandnow4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOcU2cGDnuI-QAQPUhABBQuRgbC9v2vNZtIOeEQBApZJb29EWNZIWz91cnB2sKV9zIfDMOGvegzap5dcHaowa8k5ZBf4dqCvmLu4lvSd9B4zfhaKFIc2_ELGfnuFe9TfG8TBYrz_I9qQ/s400/thenandnow4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431998937665334338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_Qciueom4GMSif-9LaRunpKrnKPrV0QDyrBmTBLzTxTxcxnYeYHKu7w3tdF36Z_RcbpwAjsUx7Tf3VU0MWfSOJUikiCeEgkh4vWfpZsVyn1YHC-T4ZPsU96kQO1t5c5XbA45oyzz2i0/s1600-h/thenandnow3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_Qciueom4GMSif-9LaRunpKrnKPrV0QDyrBmTBLzTxTxcxnYeYHKu7w3tdF36Z_RcbpwAjsUx7Tf3VU0MWfSOJUikiCeEgkh4vWfpZsVyn1YHC-T4ZPsU96kQO1t5c5XbA45oyzz2i0/s400/thenandnow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431998920644540882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6eAyqDXda6ymll_GRghxoMTPVmK-Sla3xwLgQavRzNPpEzXNJdOA4BwIz4x-q51PLGfR2t8VNF5sBlBGtOqF92GBnEiej5zn-4-fU1NvT2lEH8MhRLjhdrMQNloPTOy2iJGiC-grzCw/s1600-h/thenadnow2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6eAyqDXda6ymll_GRghxoMTPVmK-Sla3xwLgQavRzNPpEzXNJdOA4BwIz4x-q51PLGfR2t8VNF5sBlBGtOqF92GBnEiej5zn-4-fU1NvT2lEH8MhRLjhdrMQNloPTOy2iJGiC-grzCw/s400/thenadnow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431998917510020898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAhiJOQrd-K6KuOxY5jHscrB1s8y06iW3Gs2mqfo0tx88BH1XaDnBk_L90Su9zUKo2G_-1fg_PlyMPrLHVhb0yLxo43LK6UtmIBbJvcWqaA4rE4KbFCd9EQ7UE8i23H-fmp5hS8UJInA/s1600-h/thenandnow1.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAhiJOQrd-K6KuOxY5jHscrB1s8y06iW3Gs2mqfo0tx88BH1XaDnBk_L90Su9zUKo2G_-1fg_PlyMPrLHVhb0yLxo43LK6UtmIBbJvcWqaA4rE4KbFCd9EQ7UE8i23H-fmp5hS8UJInA/s400/thenandnow1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431998908905345506" /></a>Isn't <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edrabbit/galleries/72157623103181304/">this</a> the most wonderful gallery?Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-88989423081609462452010-01-29T00:07:00.003+11:002010-01-29T00:27:42.060+11:00My Darling Annie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRKtDxnQS2fKwObBgp1fX6UctYiPrjdwOP8L5YzPR-Sd8939xKDz7fcZHqkyzzstd_X0A6uBX0w-6A_XkblGwxFkfXd2iuD4EkAPw0cfduWMK5DqsjfDYwtAuDTAmF0oJzsDrHQWAdgw/s1600-h/Nikon+Shots+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRKtDxnQS2fKwObBgp1fX6UctYiPrjdwOP8L5YzPR-Sd8939xKDz7fcZHqkyzzstd_X0A6uBX0w-6A_XkblGwxFkfXd2iuD4EkAPw0cfduWMK5DqsjfDYwtAuDTAmF0oJzsDrHQWAdgw/s400/Nikon+Shots+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431778063620946546" /></a>Hello!<div><br /></div><div>It's been quite a while since I've written here, and there's really no good reason for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been feeling a vague but pervading sense of unease. I'm tired, anxious, and self-loathing <i>all the time</i>. I'm lethargic and devastatingly lacking in creative drive. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am, back again, looking to this happy, safe place to pt my thoughts down in hopes of rehabilitating my soul. Right now it's late, and I've spent a little too much of this evening fiddling with photos on my computer, so I'll bid you goodnight, until tomorrow morning, when I will return to share some of the things I've been doing, thinking, and enjoying. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also considering a new layout... </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway. Goodnight.</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. That's my new camera in that photo! It's a Nikon D3000 and I adore her. I've named her Annie for a large/embarrassing list of reasons. She cheers me up - you'll be seeing a lot of her work around here from now on. </div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-77703070221245439402010-01-06T00:09:00.002+11:002010-01-06T00:14:04.276+11:00The Travel Board<div style="text-align: left;">I'm getting the itch to travel travel travel at the moment. It's probably going to be years before I jet off again, but I will spend the meantime dreaming up some travel dreams...</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8_zkFqohpCurVcwdr9wmTEtatHhNV1ukQCIfW9sC54tBGQ646kU58mS7H7sZtkMJTU5uVpThh2A_5VVVwU9Hwv9fzQXp97wEpndk0JShTVwQLHykuwZWvBDs8b893lwj5brPLftq4UE/s400/travelboard1.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423243165587189186" /></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-19157299367912631272010-01-03T19:27:00.004+11:002010-01-03T23:34:54.402+11:00Top 5 People to get stuck in an elevator with<b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I've talked about my fascination with people and the cults of personality that pervade the lives of many a young person. Here is the list of personalities that pervade mine.</span></div><div><br /></div>5. Annie Lennox</b><div>Annie Lennox has been an idol of mine since I was very young. Aside from having an incredible, unique singing voice, she's a passionate activist who has spent much of her life travelling and experiencing different cultures and communities, often lending her voice to those who suffer in silence. It would be wonderful to talk to someone who has had a life like that.</div><div><b><br /></b><div><b>4. David Bowie</b></div><div>Yeah, another rock star. But wouldn't he have had the most incredible experiences? David Bowie was part of a crowd of young musicians in the 60's and 70's that included Iggy Pop, Mick Jagger and Lou Reed. He played at Live Aid, collaborated with Queen, and constructed multiple identities that went perfectly with his incredible music. Oh, and he was in Labyrinth. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>3.Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall</b></div><div>Hugh Fearnley-Eatsitall is my current personality obsession. In fact, as I sit writing this post, I am watching <i>River Cottage Road Trip</i>, in which Hugh is currently fishing in the Lakes District. He is a pretty admirable human being, a chef who has spent the last ten years becoming an exemplar of seasonal and ethical cooking and eating. His tv programs and books have inspired me to eat better, more interesting and more sustainable food in my own diet. </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b>2. Stephen Sondheim</b></div><div>I think this is somewhat self-explanatory considering my last post. Sondheim, simply, creates music and poetry that <b>affects</b> me. He has had a long, rich life (he's eighty!), has been instructed by Oscar Hammerstein and Leonard Bernstein, and has written for Ethel Merman, Mandy Patinkin and countless other amazing performers. I would unashamedly pick his brains for hours and hours.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>1. Stephen Fry</b></div><div>Well, he's not eighty, he's not a great musician and he's not known for being an activist, but I think having a conversation with the hyper-intelligent Stephen Fry would be just incredible. He's so smart, so funny, and probably full of conversation starters thanks to his role as Quizmaster on Qi. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that's my 7x5 project finally over (very belatedly, please excuse me), thank you for reading, and I hope it's got you thinking about the art, writing, and personalities that intrigue and inspire you.</div></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-51644776588111710622010-01-03T15:31:00.003+11:002010-01-03T19:26:03.644+11:00Top 5 Musicals<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">If you're familiar with this blog or with me in general, you're probably <i>very</i> aware of my love for musical theatre. This list is not ranked from 5th favourite to 1st favourite as most of my other lists have been, but rather in the order they "happened" to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div>5. Les Misérables - Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schonberg</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Ah, my first love. I associate Les Mis with a lot of "firsts". It was the first stage musical I was introduced to, the first ticket I bought with my own money... I sung "On My Own" in my first singing lesson, "I Dreamed a Dream" in my first public performance, and later got to play Fantine in my first lead role. It might be a little populist, but I think every musical theatre fan still loves Les Mis deep down, often because they've enjoyed performing it so much!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>4. Sweeney Todd - Stephen Sondheim and Hugh Wheeler</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Sweeney kind of goes here, and kind of goes in the number 1 position. It was the first Sondheim show I got into, largely thanks to the Tim Burton film (my opinion of which as an adaptation I will keep to myself...) and got me interested in Sondheim's other works (see the rest of this list), but right now Sweeney is also at the top of my list: I'm producing a performance of it for March this year. It's such a wonderful, funny, dark, romantic show that it's perfect for a student production.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div>3. Into the Woods - Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">One of the next Sondheim shows I discovered, and my all-time favourite book of a musical. In my opinion, Into the Woods is about the most perfect story, or collection of stories, ever set to stage. It all looks as though it's going to be horribly childish and moralistic, and then... act two happens. Into the Woods is right at the top of the list of musicals I </span>need<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> to perform in before I die.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>2. West Side Story - Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I've never seen West Side performed live, I've only seen the film and heard a couple of cast recordings, but the reason this hits so high on the list is because it is completely badass. The incredible, complex score, the innovative use of movement and dance, and the beautiful, tragic story at it's core has made West Side Story a classic, a pivotal point in the history of musical theatre, and the platform on which the world was delivered a very young Stephen Sondheim. </span></div><div><br /></div></span></b></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>1. Sunday in the Park With George - Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">This is my favourite musical. This is my <b>favourite</b> work of art. The team from Into the Woods perfect the artform with Sunday. It's so perfectly romantic and sad, it makes me cry and cry and cry every time I listen or watch it. I've never seen it performed, but I am on my toes waiting for a production to hit Sydney or Melbourne so I can go see it. And oh my goodness, I would die to play Dot. Or direct it. Or just listen to the original Broadway recording every day until I die.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">So... that's a snippet of my musical theatre journey. A journey which, thanks to Sweeney and all the things that I'm sure will come after it, is far from over. </span></span></div></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-10475812384734003142009-12-01T23:18:00.002+11:002009-12-01T23:36:34.957+11:00Top 5 BooksOh lordy lordy, this is a very hard one. Also, it's kind of late, so I may have to do an Abridged Version Challenge for tonight's Top 5. Five words on each? Seems like a fair challenge to me!<div><br /></div><div><b>5. If on a winter's night a traveler - Italo Calvino</b></div><div>Helped me understand postmodernism. Dense.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>4. His Dark Materials Trilogy - Philip Pullman</b></div><div>Got me reading "grown-up" books.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>3. Harry Potter Series - J.K. Rowling</b></div><div>I am an obsessive nerd.<b> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div><b>2. Good Omens - Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman</b></div><div>Best appropriation of Genesis EVER.</div><div><br /></div></span></b></div><div><b>1. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo</b></div><div>Perfect portrayal of love and grace. (that one deserves six!)</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Somehow that took me longer than writing full paragraphs... Oh well. I heartily recommend every single one of those books, each worth reading in their own way. I feel like a book can really change your life in a way that nothing else really does, and that's what Les Miserables did for me. What do you other bookworms think?</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-70328248694729781582009-12-01T22:36:00.002+11:002009-12-01T23:15:58.924+11:00Top 5 FilmsIt's very hard for me to do a Top 5 Films list without at least three of them being film-musicals, I hope everyone appreciates that difficulty. <div><br /></div><div>I'm not generally a feature-length sort of girl, really, due mainly to the combination of factors a) that I'm too much of a penny-pincher to see films whilst they're at the cinema, and b) that I fall asleep during anything over half an hour long when watching it at home. I don't go in for "movies" a lot, so please excuse how pretentious this list looks - I assure you it represents the films that have really stayed with me.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Picnic at Hanging Rock</b></div><div>This film was the first film I ever studied, in year 7 English. There are three things that really stick in my mind with this film - the opening quote: "All we see, and all we seem, are but a dream... A dream within a dream..." - the beautiful-slash-completely creepy panflute-dominated score, and the strange, sometimes disturbing aura of pubescent feminine sexuality that pervades the film. The howling winds (genuinely recorded at Hanging Rock), the omnipresent ants, the white roses pinned to every breast, Sarah's straining, tragic affection for Miranda, and the unanswered question of the girls' disappearance make the film so perfectly disjointed, truly one of the great mysteries of our culture.</div><div><br /></div><div>.. That being said, if you read the last chapter of the book on which it's based, it transpires that they've all turned into bush-dwelling creatures. Which not only destroys the mystery but is a very crap ending. Great thanks go to Peter Weir for avoiding that one.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>4. Slumdog Millionaire </b></div><div>Slumdog has got to be one of the best pieces of storytelling I've ever born witness to. The way that Jamal's story weaves so perfectly through the questions, the way his life is reflected back on to you as an audience is just so wonderful and engaging, not only did I sit through the whole thing, but I stayed awake watching it again at home. Jai Ho indeed!</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>3. Akira</b></div><div>If you haven't seen this film (1988, first example of a completely cel-animated feature) then I cannot explain it to you. Go watch it, it's a visual masterpiece and an unusually intricate and genuinely disturbing representation of a futuristic dystopia. No seriously, just go watch it. The reason that it's on my list (and it's the one film that hasn't left my top 5 since I was 13) is because I think it's so <i>important</i> to the way that film has developed as a medium, not to mention art and anime practice. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>2. Y Tu Mama Tambien</b></div><div>This film hasn't left my Top 5 since I was 15, so that's also a pretty big deal. Y Tu Mama tells the story of two young men who pick up an older, married woman and whisk her away on a varyingly debaucherous and introspective road trip, learning many important lessons on the way. The reason it's imprinted itself so successfully on my soul is definitely due to the tragic ending it has - the two young men are estranged by their sexual experiences with each other, and the woman leaves their lives just as she entered them, suddenly and without warning or explanation. I cannot describe how hollow I felt after I watched it for the first time, its a beautiful sort of ache that I don't think I've ever experienced again.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>1. Love Actually</b></div><div>And now for something completely different!</div><div>Well, we're coming up to Christmas and Love Actually is my favourite film. I'm not too proud to admit that four amazing, affecting and important films (and the rest) rank below this one for me. Because it's a British rom-com featuring<i> </i>all my favourite British boys (Liam Neeson, Hugh Grant, Andrew Lincoln, Colin Firth and <i>Alan Rickman</i>) that gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling and always puts me in the mood for that tea-and-biscuits, cuddly brand of romance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eclectic, no? That's definitely the case with me and films, they're not really my thing until one I love comes along. What are your favourites?</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-15242761156431202672009-11-29T23:47:00.004+11:002009-11-30T00:09:45.944+11:00Top 5 Artworks<div style="text-align: left;">Because it's almost midnight and I've got some serious spooning to get to, tonight's top five will be in pictures.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy the brevity, it's brought to you by a solid two hour work-email writing session.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Marc Chagall - The Dance</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVm3uQVyJgyX59jZIqAdSXyHJG_kwrUuDv6xFMQsKxbOdJcqkf1VPQUKFrckqKYPm21kXwutmSkbaa8bMsSrW_0oJ4Z287zpOQV-Ii85rQO5Bt2uB3DX1bs0kjQ60yTyArcqAv7GB1bWM/s400/MC08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409511002660168962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px; " /></span></b></div><div><b>4. Leonardo da Vinci - Leda and the Swan </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_jbY_RemEc8PkLbXJHuWvYUnU70S4Mlh78Cd4ZpfKHPQ1qbYLu760wu74j4rAN9lq-jGUi-bQRaUvIKIMKdIZ1-OrzJQqLT4O0WeMMWSz1bQV7kZRTKRqX-BZYr5vTDTo97IT2SuTZw/s400/leonardo-da-vinci-painting-leda-and-the-swan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409511017234007426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px; " /></span></b></div><div><b>3. Davide - The Death of Marat</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0EJIB0IqJg2akkeWcww0vXk7FaWxpFwNjbN1Azj9PIJgnHekJ5ZWxeSHMxNSJKTa_4JByv5WKys2U1g3n4435h8AqaeX-AD_iR5eDOerWla8_gJjFzy_4tgcLqZxWVAUb82IGS6oEUI/s400/300px-Death_of_Marat_by_David.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409510996689383170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 386px; " /></span></b></div><div><b>2. Hieronymous Bosch - The Garden of Earthly Delights</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDamFV4X_6d0zdlPq37p2F7N3if41UNmOda6pJI0_xNkFqmVM61kzTx_KrKQt8zhIdCcJ6XfTWD3_IxdShI15w3T-yHClxgpq3o6EaCcfCjGCz4qJgIWvI-zZUjRXDTNn8S_z_igonRrU/s400/bosch_garden_earthly_delights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409511008735437746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px; " /></span></b></div><div><b>1. Salvador Dali - The Metamorphoses of Narcissus</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0qbaELHyB6z2OcZA0YMwMmMCkwH1aMvAyHRS37CMKya91Ky-kiiGdVRKKmDw1rQumnizjMuQupGvZXAkIRfFhzPneXGFawUWjdmUl7ysr6V1Uwma3JoYI93pQ9PxfN5T-EtCUWzsLA4/s400/Salvador-Dali-Metamorphosis-of-Narcissus-15239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409511023298712162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px; " /></span></b></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-14302731872802987442009-11-28T21:35:00.002+11:002009-11-28T23:09:29.812+11:00Top 5 SongsAs someone who has been indoctrinated into a sort of classical mindset about music (thank you, <a href="http://www.romanbenedict.blogspot.com">dear</a>) I find the word "song" very difficult to negotiate these days. <div><br /></div><div>"Songs" are not "pieces", and some of Saturday's Top 5 are definitely "pieces". I've had to set myself one rule in making this list (a rule that makes things much easier, I will add) in that sections of musicals or operas, no matter how distinct as "songs", do not count. They are part of a greater work and therefore do not belong in the category of stand-alone musical "pieces". It also means that when I come to do my Top 5 Musicals, I wont have already mentioned them all now.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think music triggers emotion and certainly emotional memory in a way nothing else really does, and that's why I think every song or piece someone puts in a list like this has to be meaningful, has to have a story. I know mine all do.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Danse Macabre - Camille Saint-Saens</b></div><div>Danse Macabre is pure classical pop, I know, but it was one of the first pieces I listened to after deciding to make an effort with the "classical" genre, and it stuck with me. I remember hearing it and being so taken in by the furious rhythms and strange tonality... until I played it in orchestra. Let me tell you right now there is nothing interesting about the double bass part, kind of ruined the whole thing for me. </div><div>Still, the fantastic waltz-beat of it and the amazingly eerie and supernatural sound-world it creates pulled me in and reawakened my passion for music, so for that it most definitely deserves a place on this list.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>4. Hounds of Love - Kate Bush</b></div><div>From classical pop to actual pop... I love this song. This one's "story" is pretty crap, but the song is an absolute masterpiece of chipmunkery and for that I laud it's name. Kate Bush is, of course, a complete maniac, but I love love <b>love</b> her music, and especially this song. Nothing in the world motivates me to get up and throw myself out into the world like Hounds of Love does, a statement proven by the fact that I listened to it every morning on my way to school in the last month before I graduated. Before exams, before studying, whilst procrastinating studying - Kate Bush's greatest hits kept playing, and Hounds of Love kept on getting put on repeat.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>3. Prelude to Cello Suite No. 1 - J.S. Bach</b></div><div>This story has to be picked around, for there is something of a risk of over-share in relation to this piece. Of course, this is the first section of one of Bach's most beautiful works for solo cello, the sound of which is instantly recognisable because of how widely it is used in film and television, but for me it just speaks volumes of earnest, straining, youthful love.</div><div>The first time I heard Roman play this piece, we weren't together. I think I was thinking about it, but I'm pretty sure <i>he</i> wasn't... that's kind of how it happened - I suggested it to him and he said "you know, I'd never really thought about it like that" - like all great romances, hey?</div><div>So anyway, I downloaded this piece and played it over and over, lying on my bed, worrying about whether my Great Love would ever love me back. And it's <i>just</i> the music for it. </div><div>A summer later, the Prelude's story came full circle for me. On some awful hot day, I lay on my back in my Great Love's music room, listening to him play it - just for me. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>2. Call Me Al - Paul Simon</b></div><div>This is the Family Song. There are so many stupid, funny memories associated with this song that I can't think of any specifically, it's all melted into some silly pot of full family air-instrument bands whilst Paul Simon blares out unacceptably loudly over long car trips. Paul Simon, especially the Graceland album, makes me think of my dad, and my family, and all the wonderful, wacky love that exists there. </div><div>(I bags the air-trumpet).</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>1. With or Without You - U2</b></div><div>This song is not number one because I love the song. In fact, I've quite gone off it in the last couple of years, something about Bono being a rather large tool or something, but the moment in my memory that explodes into my mind every time I hear it is so pure and so clear that I can't ignore it.</div><div>When I was in year 12, I arranged a girls' vocal version of With or Without You for a concert, and the absolute most perfect moment in the entire song was decidedly the moment when the bassline comes in. It's low, even, and throbbing, it helps the music build in such an intense, emotional way that it's <i>just perfect</i>. </div><div>On the actual night of the concert, the music started, and as that beautiful bassline came in, I looked across the stage and saw Roman with my old electric bass slung over his shoulders, tapping away at it, and I couldn't help but beam.</div><div>That was <i>such</i> a moment for me, a completely still crystallised moment in time, in which I realised, so instantly that my inner-voice actually spoke the words, that I was in love. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think it matters whether it's a song or a piece, whether it's interesting and artistic or a three-chord band job, the music that stays with you is always the music that was playing at <i>that moment</i> in time. We all have them, musically-triggered recollections. I think that's what is important to me about this project, that I can take all these moments where art has touched me and record them, leaving a perfect record of what matters to me at this moment.</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-29615883287373011972009-11-28T21:21:00.003+11:002009-11-28T21:32:08.803+11:00Mission Lifestyle Rearrangement: Day TwoLast night I stayed up too late. Bad start to my Brand New Girl push, perhaps, but the point is that I woke up at eight thirty this morning and felt truly <i>rested</i>. <div><br /></div><div>I hardly ever feel <i>rested</i>, so that was very exciting. I put it down to drinking lots of water.</div><div><br /></div><div>I then hopped in the car with my family (including my brother, who was Not Happy about being woken... he's seventeen, which pretty much explains that) and drove to to beautiful Clovelly, where I had my <b>first swim of the summer!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>If there was ever something that deserved bold-ing, it is that. The water was perfect, the fish were swimming happily around my ankles, and although the blue groper eluded me, I saw a fish that I thought was a parrot fish and ended up being just a very clever regular fish carrying a stone in its mouth. </div><div><br /></div><div>Getting physically active - tick!</div><div><br /></div><div>I also enjoyed some pretty wonderful food, which I'd like to share in my slightly crazy, point-form way:</div><div><ul><li>tabouli in pita bread pockets with baba ganouj </li><li>a big old strawberry milkshake</li><li>door-stop sized slices of a wonderful chewy sourdough bread we bought from a woman selling loaves over her garden gate in Clovelly, with olive butter</li><li>Fresh strawberries and grain crisps </li></ul><div>Documenting food and exercise may be very boring for any readers I may still have, but is wonderfully helpful to me. I hope I can keep going like this for at least another little while...</div></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-6263966419083133532009-11-27T22:45:00.002+11:002009-11-28T00:27:35.500+11:00Top 5 Television Programmes<div>I probably watch too much tv. Not actually ON the television, mind you. Most of the programmes on this list come care of youtube, or dvds put on to play in bed with Roman, as is probably evident from the sheer Englishness of them. </div><div><br /></div><div>The whole concept of the Top 5 asks some interesting questions. How do "works of art" effect the people who watch/listen/experience them? Even television programmes effect us, the multitudes of online forums devoted to shows, characters and particularly relationships prove that they do. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cults of personality run rife in tv-watching, and I am totally guilty of that. You'll notice some names that repeat over the course of my Top 5 this evening, starting with...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>5. Qi</b></div><div>Stephen Fry's stomach-achingly funny BBC panel show, featuring my <i>idee fixe du jour</i>, Alan Davies, who looks less like Roman and more like Roman's dad in the present day. Still wonderfully funny, he is joined by three guest panelists and rigorously quizzed on Quite Interesting facts by Stephen Fry, a.k.a. The Lord of All Things Wonderful. Its series' are lettered rather than numbered, and every episode has a theme based on the series' letter. Also, it makes for great conversation starters, for example "Here's a Quite Interesting fact - earth has two moons!" You can't help talking with implied capitals and exclamation marks.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>4. A Bit of Fry and Laurie</b></div><div>Stephen Fry's second but not final appearance on this list. Simply put, the best sketch show ever. The vox pops are incredible, the amount of drag costuming is incredible, the way that Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie interact is incredible. Totally worth exhausting youtube's supply of clips. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>3. Absolute Power</b></div><div>Here he is again! Stephen Fry and John Bird star in a sadly short-lived comedy about a Public Relations company and their dirty dealings. Featuring such plotlines as "sexing up" the House of Lords, accidentally killing a performance artist by draining all his blood, spinning a British neo-Nazi party and <i>everyone</i> sleeping with Jaime. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>2. The West Wing</b></div><div>I don't think there are many people who haven't seen The West Wing. I don't think there's much I can say about it, either. My dad has all seven seasons on disc... we didn't see him for a while after that happened. It's a completely engrossing series with amazing attention to detail and beautifully fleshed-out characters. I don't mind admitting that I've seen every episode at least twice, and every episode featuring Danny Concannon at least five times. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>1. Jonathan Creek</b></div><div>Ah yes, the ultimate cult of personality. Jonathan Creek is the most wonderful concoction of a character. The idea of super-analytical mystery solving with a socially awkward, accidentally charming genius with his brash red-haired sidekick (who I really identify with... she's slightly uncoordinated and can't keep her mouth shut) is just immensely appealing. The relationship between Jonathan and Maddy (aforementioned brash red-haired one) is fantastically interesting and endearing. A will-they-wont-they that doesn't grate the way some of the American sitcom relationships do, just a perfect imperfect love story that is always funny and eventually just a bit sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Television can be decidedly banal, but I think we can all admit that it's sometimes exactly what you need when you have to switch off and relax. Speaking of, I'm off to watch season D of Qi... night all.</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-85163607246709055402009-11-27T22:18:00.004+11:002009-11-27T22:44:57.963+11:007 x 5I'm starting a project. Sheer boredom really, but I feel it's moderately likely to help me streamline my ideas about art and life. Possibly.<div><br /></div><div>The idea actually comes from a seriously bad/funny film called High Fidelity, in which the two main characters, who work in a record shop, are constantly quizzing each other on their Top 5 hit B-sides, Top 5 Drummer-turned-Lead Singers, etc, as you can imagine.</div><div><br /></div><div>So - seven days of Top Fives. </div><div><br /></div><div>FRIDAY - TV Shows</div><div>SATURDAY - Songs</div><div>SUNDAY - Artworks</div><div>MONDAY - Films</div><div>TUESDAY - Books</div><div>WEDNESDAY - Musicals</div><div>THURSDAY - People to get stuck in an elevator with</div><div><br /></div><div>From easiest to write about to most difficult - and interesting - to write about, starting tonight.</div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-57595915005912536192009-11-27T15:36:00.002+11:002009-11-27T21:53:36.420+11:00Mission Lifestyle RearrangementI think I probably could have managed a snappier title. Oh well!<div><br /></div><div>Yes, I am, to put it mildly, COMPLETELY FED UP with my failing immune system and as such have decided that I need a serious shift in habits to stop my body from giving up on me.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I've made some goals:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>1. No more alcohol</b>.</div><div>I don't drink that much, really, but occasionally I drink too much too frequently and make myself very unhappy. I think it has something to do with not drinking at all until after I turned eighteen due to a mixture of respect for the law (ha) and the fact that my liver just couldn't take it after I was seriously ill when I was younger.</div><div>Normal nineteen year olds are far more bullet-proof than I am, and I must remember that.</div><div>What I will do now is swear off the demon drink altogether until the 20th of March (the closing night of the next show I'm producing) and then reassess whether I really can't live without it after that.</div><div>Besides, less drinks = more shoes. Or something.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. Get physically active.</b></div><div>This is a hard one. Apart from the effort it takes to actually get out of the house after you've had the flu or similar (as I've experienced repeatedly in recent months), Australian summers are unkind to those who wish to walk/jog/do anything out of the water. Luckily enough, I'm a very strong and fairly fearless swimmer, so that makes my choice easy.</div><div>I'm on holidays. My boyfriend drives, my parents both drive, they all like going to the beach (even though Roman swims like an Englishman*) so that's what we will do. I will go swim laps of Clovelly Bay every day I can this summer, and on days I can't, I will either go for a nice long walk after dark, or put on Paul Simon and dance like a maniac. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*Not very well</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. Eat Well</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know I can do better than I'm doing right now. I plan to eat healthy amounts of healthy food and stop buying meals wherever possible. For example, today (day one) I have eaten:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">An organic cheddar, bean and tomato toasted sandwich with orange juice for breakfast</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A small but awesome serving of Dad's home made veggie fried-rice</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A parsley omelette with rye toast, fresh tomatoes and baba ganouj. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">About to eat apple slices and raisins in natural yoghurt. Yum yum yum.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The great thing is I know it makes me feel so much better than eating the crap I usually buy at uni or work. So yay, let's hope I can keep it up.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3.1 Eat Meat!</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My vegetarian period has coincided with the highest rate of recurring illness in my life. After watching far too much of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall on River Cottage, I've realised that as long as you eat good meat that has been treated organically and ethically in its previous life, it's not actually a sin to be an omnivore. Plus, my dad makes amazing lemon lamb. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>4. Drink water</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Seems dumb, right? Well I am dumb. Profoundly, apparently, because my doctor says that two days ago I was so dehydrated it was raising my heart rate. More fluids required. This is an important one for everyone, I think, especially anyone planning on dealing with Australian weather over the next few months.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>5. Get on the self-respect wagon</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is the big one. When I'm staying up to all hours with no food and too much drink in me, I forget that I'm actually a bit of a goddess. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This sounds ridiculous, and in many ways it is, but I don't think it'd kill me to remember that I've got a beautiful, feminine body that needs a bit of care given and attention paid. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">..Which is why I painted my nails! They're a deep, shimmery turquoise. Like the shadow of an iceberg under the southern waves.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's the beginning of appreciating what my body does for me and thanking it just a little for that immense labour.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know I'm going to get better. </span></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-61893109186004823582009-11-26T14:12:00.002+11:002009-11-26T14:34:44.908+11:00Tales from the SickbedHello dear chickens and roosters (a special nod to my dear uncle Loz right there... pity your team sucks), I am most pleased to inform you that my rate of posting will be increasing due to (I am less pleased to inform you) another bout of Caitlin's Mystery Illness Adventures.<div><br /></div><div>Seriously, if life were a lucky dip I would be picking up all the packages filled with pathogens, and not even the interesting ones. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know it's not that bad, I mean it's just a case of letting myself get run down - flu followed by meningitis followed by whooping cough followed by whatever I have now (nausea, dehydration and crazy low blood pressure) is not terminal cancer, and for that I am very grateful, but HONESTLY. I am bored of being sick.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you remember when you were a kid and taking a day off school for being sick somehow made you a bit special or something? You got to watch tv and read and the next day when you came back everyone would ask after you and make sure you were okay. That seems so far removed from what I've been repeatedly experiencing over the last couple of months, which is being exhausted, missing out on all sorts of work, social, and most importantly musical commitments, watching awful mind-numbingly boring television and trying to find a good book to read. </div><div><br /></div><div>But it's a learning experience, isn't it? That which does not kill us makes us stronger... or whatever. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM BEING SICK:</b></div><div><ul><li>Orange Gatorade sucks. Full effing stop. I shall never drink it again as long as I live, I don't care how it replenishes my electrolytes.</li><li>Electrolytes have less to do with the Large Hadron Collider and more to do with fluid retention than I thought. Disappointing.</li><li>Trying to perform a week long run of a musical with Whooping Cough is pretty much the opposite of a good time. </li><li>Don't watch the news right before going to sleep when you're not sleeping well. You'll wake up at 4am and not be able to get back to sleep for thinking about escaped double murderers (Sydneysiders know what I mean...)</li><li>Having a boyfriend with the immune system of the Winged Victory is really very good. My Roman has never been immunised against anything, and has not got one of the diseases I've had despite being perfectly happy to sleep beside me whilst I'm coughing/feverish/vomiting. What a trooper.</li><li>My family are wonderful. That includes Roman, but also extends to my Mum and Dad, and Andrew and Lilly. Special mention goes to Lil for getting me a sick-bowl. Champion.</li></ul><div>I've been very seriously contemplating how things got this way - how I've managed to make myself sick five weeks out of the last six - and I realise that I need a serious lifestyle re-arrangement. Details of said lifestyle rearrangement will no doubt follow, as soon as I've figured them out...</div></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-27157809543946481842009-10-30T18:37:00.008+11:002009-11-01T20:52:36.972+11:00The Mystery of Edwin Drood<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjce3P8nhzcolfrEqKl5RAW18j8FANCSkG32VKsXwEVtSK2HneN1n3TcmPjeqgzcbagWKrSZdnnB7upzSHTV6DfVXEFZOlo9QqjaOJfivyUr3t9PT9FYMtFCOb1pBVC0PFZ4pvx-ZeZmM/s1600-h/7624_314988460318_675830318_9565621_2064475_n.jpg"></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've just spent the last three months of my life rehearsing and performing a great little (big) show called The Mystery of Edwin Drood. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It won the Tony Award for Best Musical (the benchmark for achievement in musical theatre) in 1986, an award which in the next two years was awarded to Les Mi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">s</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ér</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bles, and Phantom of the Opera, although it has pretty much slipped from the canon of musical theatre repetoire since then.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is, I believe, largely owing to how difficult it is to stage. The thing about Drood is that it has a different ending every night - there are over 600 endings!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The musical is based on the novel Charles Dickens never finished. When he died in 1870, he was twenty chapters in to a serialised murder mystery, leaving 20 chapters and the resolution of the mystery unwritten and, well, ... a mystery.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many academics and writers have attempted to "solve" The Mystery of Edwin Drood, including a psychic who apparently just asked Dickens' ghost what happened, but I think Rupert Holmes was the cleverest about it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Holmes' musical adaptation of Drood is a camp nod to amateur theatre and the vaudeville tradition of the late nineteenth century, a play-within-a-play in which every actor is playing an actor playing one of Dickens' characters. Half way through Act II, the Dickens plotline falls apart and the audience is called upon to vote for an ending.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Four "ballots" are held over the next half hour or so: Who is the Disguised Detective, Dick Datchery? (don't you love the aliteration?) Who Murdered Edwin Drood? and then, at the conclusion of the first two revelations, Which Two Characters Will Fall in Love?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are five possible Datcherys, eight possible Murderers, and eleven possible lovers (three female, eight male) which add up to over six hundred combinations of endings. A pretty epic task for a young amateur cast. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I played Miss Janet Conover, an experienced Actress, who plays Helena Landless, a Ceylonese noblewoman who accompanies her twin brother Neville to England in order to escape a shady past. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">During the run, I was Dick Datchery twice, and a lover once. In fact, the night I was a lover, my male lover was Alex, who played Neville. Mmm, incest. It was hilarious and disturbing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyway, I just had the greatest experience doing Drood, and I wanted to share some of the AMAZING show shots taken by the very talented Victoria Nelson. Stalk her on Facebook, tell her she should start a blog/website to showcase the photography she and her twin sister, Felicity (also very talented) do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEN74pNURnfnaLvbXaTaS_380sxLQhSJ2TcK8huOci3PLxmWifQ8ci4URg0WFc0R7-OtgJoAWIswvoYxMxzzn_E5NZi82neqA6BuMADmgf1FWxyacf1bJcVUnuZP-RG-EyV0Tk-SSTVg/s1600-h/13859_169359837524_564647524_3332167_2749082_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEN74pNURnfnaLvbXaTaS_380sxLQhSJ2TcK8huOci3PLxmWifQ8ci4URg0WFc0R7-OtgJoAWIswvoYxMxzzn_E5NZi82neqA6BuMADmgf1FWxyacf1bJcVUnuZP-RG-EyV0Tk-SSTVg/s400/13859_169359837524_564647524_3332167_2749082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295491233734082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mr. Harry Milas (the magician of my previous post) as the Chairman. He was a legend.</span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_V583VFwRsFLeA5nv9xiv5pBnpsMZ2b5OcRQAsDxNQe3OOaV-7hqj33CW08cbVk3tmKl8YvTPl5LUvcnAf42z8lwo1n5IQFAg7YQqNMAZ65ioA-MmZTWP8rgFFGaF9bnVjIAjNuzP6k/s1600-h/13859_169359832524_564647524_3332166_2550799_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_V583VFwRsFLeA5nv9xiv5pBnpsMZ2b5OcRQAsDxNQe3OOaV-7hqj33CW08cbVk3tmKl8YvTPl5LUvcnAf42z8lwo1n5IQFAg7YQqNMAZ65ioA-MmZTWP8rgFFGaF9bnVjIAjNuzP6k/s400/13859_169359832524_564647524_3332166_2550799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295486882846674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me, with Alex (Neville) and Lizzie (Edwin), explaining the death of Dickens to the audience.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRXN9oNswPoDJ_RoaQa1I6ysX5sxcJUnM0180D5q7yDev7TV1yVzKtJHZD7MaMweSoeahGGcCC7Xcg2iywaIM8cq_a6RWoPhtZmZwKOYyIIhdPWOSebAAVE6qsAIi5Ur29jqTeQSjVMg/s1600-h/13859_169359687524_564647524_3332143_933953_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRXN9oNswPoDJ_RoaQa1I6ysX5sxcJUnM0180D5q7yDev7TV1yVzKtJHZD7MaMweSoeahGGcCC7Xcg2iywaIM8cq_a6RWoPhtZmZwKOYyIIhdPWOSebAAVE6qsAIi5Ur29jqTeQSjVMg/s400/13859_169359687524_564647524_3332143_933953_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295480502333074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Voting for the female Lover. Naomi (Rosa Bud), Marina (Princess Puffer) and myself, with Andy as Mr. James Throttle, the mentally handicapped Stage Manager.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-157bqcsQi9RBpWfxS3cq5bj_1qzmsElmXhxGjsY7-4uvy4QCO9QfSbk1CujptPtUbVzmyFppY9OMlZzKpXuCbZ4nQoDNzZ_bInmtDC8DPECEyqyx5mYUy5co55Lck0OaiNOxzsGtQtc/s1600-h/13859_169359547524_564647524_3332119_8077786_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-157bqcsQi9RBpWfxS3cq5bj_1qzmsElmXhxGjsY7-4uvy4QCO9QfSbk1CujptPtUbVzmyFppY9OMlZzKpXuCbZ4nQoDNzZ_bInmtDC8DPECEyqyx5mYUy5co55Lck0OaiNOxzsGtQtc/s400/13859_169359547524_564647524_3332119_8077786_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295476962822914" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My very talented twin - twin in the show, soul twin in real life, Alex.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuXoBu6QwGMmpiysPi9RdJ7B_aH1VhJZPyADAzUaZqZZt2On0zOPTwNyo2pVw6bbPM4vqq1_Vk0PZ_q9bKcIavyaVcCNcYpSqtIdrGrDE33Gtc2XdPwq5ER3L5s1AYxnNSeHvpFVWlcA/s1600-h/13859_169359502524_564647524_3332112_7712204_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuXoBu6QwGMmpiysPi9RdJ7B_aH1VhJZPyADAzUaZqZZt2On0zOPTwNyo2pVw6bbPM4vqq1_Vk0PZ_q9bKcIavyaVcCNcYpSqtIdrGrDE33Gtc2XdPwq5ER3L5s1AYxnNSeHvpFVWlcA/s400/13859_169359502524_564647524_3332112_7712204_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295040318708738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alex, confessing that it was HE who murdered young Edwin Drood.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aD26H66LA0iqvCrrACURgCaFviAzZmnM-im77oKr-8RMJZVLl7lor2j4Y5uG9WZkA-dyZurwrqWpyegHXpm37p3Ra4y83mZQL2kQzMN92Tczr37HBhCCCNLIcHZviWWYWcYQWJDvgSE/s1600-h/13859_169359427524_564647524_3332100_209611_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aD26H66LA0iqvCrrACURgCaFviAzZmnM-im77oKr-8RMJZVLl7lor2j4Y5uG9WZkA-dyZurwrqWpyegHXpm37p3Ra4y83mZQL2kQzMN92Tczr37HBhCCCNLIcHZviWWYWcYQWJDvgSE/s400/13859_169359427524_564647524_3332100_209611_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295035368163378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The climactic scene just before Drood vanishes in Act I - with the incredible song "No Good Can Come From Bad" aka the crunchy crunchy close harmony death song. Heh.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq09WGX1j-Xny1ycp3K2oQDO7YdRfE1jUMHppnqHMLkRdPJfLPdQWWBzAr_eyCwksTwdCgi49igIfoQN0p3SFLOoHMvTGWT8Rp_C3AAHp4yW9gCL1Su6jqsoOd0l9bEe9np7CfOijybo/s1600-h/13859_169359402524_564647524_3332097_5718258_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq09WGX1j-Xny1ycp3K2oQDO7YdRfE1jUMHppnqHMLkRdPJfLPdQWWBzAr_eyCwksTwdCgi49igIfoQN0p3SFLOoHMvTGWT8Rp_C3AAHp4yW9gCL1Su6jqsoOd0l9bEe9np7CfOijybo/s400/13859_169359402524_564647524_3332097_5718258_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295036123805234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me having a little angst in "No Good Can Come From Bad". Alex on the left, Naomi on the right.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3PNmX8eHQPUoOidFKDPDsnjRFhkEC7py23xZodtOHMa6LeJXg8iUuiEl4IRa9fCD6pAAOgrUJW6kIr5sf27qsTMs_9bCMoHgllSkdCqwJAnfSXLSgN2HppTUSWQJ_hNPlp7kmAqWNHc/s1600-h/13859_169359397524_564647524_3332096_5838100_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3PNmX8eHQPUoOidFKDPDsnjRFhkEC7py23xZodtOHMa6LeJXg8iUuiEl4IRa9fCD6pAAOgrUJW6kIr5sf27qsTMs_9bCMoHgllSkdCqwJAnfSXLSgN2HppTUSWQJ_hNPlp7kmAqWNHc/s400/13859_169359397524_564647524_3332096_5838100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295031510554642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Roman (with RIDICULOUS hair), playing the Reverend Crisparkle, blesses the meal in "No Good Can Come From Bad".<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nAvK50KvNbz3o29E_7L3ejpZbwDh-Ctk3FIskPKmldQDH92UKhe-cOHOyuL-rcO8UKvsfXmgaJVUfsDnYZJrxc0wXOXbjfu4q-DrHJhSYsbdLdxZeQb81Zq8mvut3jqVbcHx0F9QWJg/s1600-h/7834_165450062524_564647524_3296553_6281049_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nAvK50KvNbz3o29E_7L3ejpZbwDh-Ctk3FIskPKmldQDH92UKhe-cOHOyuL-rcO8UKvsfXmgaJVUfsDnYZJrxc0wXOXbjfu4q-DrHJhSYsbdLdxZeQb81Zq8mvut3jqVbcHx0F9QWJg/s400/7834_165450062524_564647524_3296553_6281049_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398295024068323522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I yell at Harry for a while, then he calls me a bitch and I glare for a bit.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGbxvq9EyaM1t5Qk_-U48Uc3gq2_lj-vyKpcyarIVPKEB_Oxq_EAnOWv0DPyuPno8c9YDcEcn9xxqXeuekze-Hq6Sh6lT2obWvkueAkW7TS-twTnTLqIZwz5W9PRdJ99DwQgnps-3MoA/s1600-h/7834_165447437524_564647524_3296539_5255605_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGbxvq9EyaM1t5Qk_-U48Uc3gq2_lj-vyKpcyarIVPKEB_Oxq_EAnOWv0DPyuPno8c9YDcEcn9xxqXeuekze-Hq6Sh6lT2obWvkueAkW7TS-twTnTLqIZwz5W9PRdJ99DwQgnps-3MoA/s400/7834_165447437524_564647524_3296539_5255605_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398294249145508034" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The gorgeous female "Moonfall" quartet. Felicity, Naomi, myself and Minna.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabPT50NWj-ktLGFSeJHWxs0M1T5kJuaRy_sJZ1at1EnBuO2OSZqoDWSvVPdJgv2MQfRg1oiQSZptfzjeCZnydgXDlDOWQYPfYd60r8mQOY77LiCd9-UJW3K74yR3kLAFdwT1uoaKEPbM/s1600-h/7624_314988375318_675830318_9565607_891394_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabPT50NWj-ktLGFSeJHWxs0M1T5kJuaRy_sJZ1at1EnBuO2OSZqoDWSvVPdJgv2MQfRg1oiQSZptfzjeCZnydgXDlDOWQYPfYd60r8mQOY77LiCd9-UJW3K74yR3kLAFdwT1uoaKEPbM/s400/7624_314988375318_675830318_9565607_891394_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398294242490776738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And here's Roman as the murderer. He was truly truly scary.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFixMPuZz7G_Kd7_PsO_W-wekbm6U9nM5pxYnz6FdP9_om6UVGqj5BHY2DyhC9_WYB-mdhbmnQ8NbXgy4tJZesmCBCGUaYkSBEHLXEym9_hBR3GZV9Uo3OgeiQ1CRY4cFYnChCI56Np0E/s1600-h/7624_314988180318_675830318_9565582_3573665_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFixMPuZz7G_Kd7_PsO_W-wekbm6U9nM5pxYnz6FdP9_om6UVGqj5BHY2DyhC9_WYB-mdhbmnQ8NbXgy4tJZesmCBCGUaYkSBEHLXEym9_hBR3GZV9Uo3OgeiQ1CRY4cFYnChCI56Np0E/s400/7624_314988180318_675830318_9565582_3573665_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398294241395307106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What musical is complete without an epic kick-line?<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ07LFb_EsRToYHbwJ232R7chqQeR1KFCHGp-jbiA2srYw_BSYMN6SlPy5lO-H2fWc6aGxPjx3ecHQLSLttRjLgPuaGzrtEal16APREVDWJK7jBAccWgJeR-ScLH6jS_qosqMxP23XavA/s1600-h/7624_314988175318_675830318_9565581_4028859_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ07LFb_EsRToYHbwJ232R7chqQeR1KFCHGp-jbiA2srYw_BSYMN6SlPy5lO-H2fWc6aGxPjx3ecHQLSLttRjLgPuaGzrtEal16APREVDWJK7jBAccWgJeR-ScLH6jS_qosqMxP23XavA/s400/7624_314988175318_675830318_9565581_4028859_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398294235159064066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... or side-stepping, top-hat miming?<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmk8VAUoTiquXkvXZxdDkK82rVvirE00MprZBwXfQA37eN0Uxoj_PqGiwKc1cxxkMvf4JWFL8qUuEubP1zEG7B5PGwjCBCBcP6QyQDEKPj1EWh2lOcp0S-LG8WtP6ZV6etvXBdShJ2To/s1600-h/7624_314988075318_675830318_9565569_2947385_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmk8VAUoTiquXkvXZxdDkK82rVvirE00MprZBwXfQA37eN0Uxoj_PqGiwKc1cxxkMvf4JWFL8qUuEubP1zEG7B5PGwjCBCBcP6QyQDEKPj1EWh2lOcp0S-LG8WtP6ZV6etvXBdShJ2To/s400/7624_314988075318_675830318_9565569_2947385_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398294233375908642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Harry and Roman have a moment.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjce3P8nhzcolfrEqKl5RAW18j8FANCSkG32VKsXwEVtSK2HneN1n3TcmPjeqgzcbagWKrSZdnnB7upzSHTV6DfVXEFZOlo9QqjaOJfivyUr3t9PT9FYMtFCOb1pBVC0PFZ4pvx-ZeZmM/s400/7624_314988460318_675830318_9565621_2064475_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399069901859132386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am so proud of everyone in the cast, and so happy that I got to perform again... it might be the last time I get to for a very long time.</span></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-19034420010362096942009-10-30T16:45:00.005+11:002009-10-30T18:03:13.234+11:00King of Diamonds<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>My dear friend Harry dropped over the most amazing book about magic tricks. I've been completely obsessed with magic and illusions since I started watching Jonathan Creek a few weeks ago. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't imagine why, can you? ...</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHO_bvOj1dcIlKNtYCJD4CEIu86FsIM9XOp8Kgf3UF5M1BeK-F0-sbu1yNUGNJ2OBFLZeqhenZNCdRwlDpwbh71TzuXjsd26auQpLzfa2Xk3YrMSIYnnMOWR3bD3JEVKmD6d13g_7tgFU/s400/mytwoboyfriends.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 153px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398284198499850418" /></div><div>Anyway, this book is awesome but I am SO TERRIBLE at the card-flipping thing...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqMgtmgho8rEHRYiedt5g9uUWK03y9CCtmQiljcdPKxbkA_e_-kLB6U-ou8-wF11wvNJp1SLMW4WqlviFPtxD6zH-vhLGOvANnjdyedGG7_UUavV7M05rCv9sYNaezty1ahVrJKfBm60/s1600-h/magic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqMgtmgho8rEHRYiedt5g9uUWK03y9CCtmQiljcdPKxbkA_e_-kLB6U-ou8-wF11wvNJp1SLMW4WqlviFPtxD6zH-vhLGOvANnjdyedGG7_UUavV7M05rCv9sYNaezty1ahVrJKfBm60/s400/magic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398270160400838162" /></a>I learned one trick, practiced it a couple of times, bamboozled my brother and then tried it on my dad. He was fairly unimpressed. And even the brother figured it out the second time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qXkKDQ9oyl_rvs9SPD1ZvCaSJwjDFIIxwso9O1jf7NY5_hXgDeMCouuUA4fHDGpfvvcWTVibtBpQAyyNOuCbR4tHVEtRe-NkgEKRXL5Z1F7VcnEOPFRUQ9961Qxl8N73bsPZ6O3Alfg/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qXkKDQ9oyl_rvs9SPD1ZvCaSJwjDFIIxwso9O1jf7NY5_hXgDeMCouuUA4fHDGpfvvcWTVibtBpQAyyNOuCbR4tHVEtRe-NkgEKRXL5Z1F7VcnEOPFRUQ9961Qxl8N73bsPZ6O3Alfg/s400/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398270156623598306" /></a>Is this your card? No? Oh. (shit.) Hang on!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1xcSl285NPpA-BJNJQjcpb_377rp6TtdD020Eiha3MAXRs7c3WtRfdGfK3hcg1GKOhZExB4RU_aAHKMWzi55J_fH2ljanZh6WQUiQyXcNoXoP0OjSr6BJFXwBWs7xo86IKD57iyt0JI/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1xcSl285NPpA-BJNJQjcpb_377rp6TtdD020Eiha3MAXRs7c3WtRfdGfK3hcg1GKOhZExB4RU_aAHKMWzi55J_fH2ljanZh6WQUiQyXcNoXoP0OjSr6BJFXwBWs7xo86IKD57iyt0JI/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398270154726843762" /></a>Is THIS your card? Still no?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIsZQPQjqlN2eZDpi2O36vsxHlMN24y40osyeFofRuf1WlhIC8LiyiU8hCnzhpJpZBautfXxHrubVIScdRQke6S_IvifWLa_Nxc9qNKmJxvorsDt0PDfjlXibO3p5Zeu7om6dE710JNM/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIsZQPQjqlN2eZDpi2O36vsxHlMN24y40osyeFofRuf1WlhIC8LiyiU8hCnzhpJpZBautfXxHrubVIScdRQke6S_IvifWLa_Nxc9qNKmJxvorsDt0PDfjlXibO3p5Zeu7om6dE710JNM/s400/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398270148764816786" /></a>I'm loving the book, but I might have to give up on the actual practice...Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-61010595017878361392009-10-30T16:23:00.002+11:002009-10-30T16:43:14.383+11:00Cabin Fever<div>I'm being held captive.</div><div><br /></div><div>... not really.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have whooping cough and therefore am being literally quarantined in my house with no visitors for a whole week. I'm officially half way through that period of isolation and today I ventured outside for the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's funny, all I did was hobble around the back garden and I feel completely reborn. Look how lovely and sunny it's been today!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aqwey0Kz6MG-fksgPT9QP0I8uFIe1NWux40YTFVAV1sAtwwMmP-vBWBtdhyphenhypheniLJzeZ5O-A8i-dLOWMLKMqRPCpjoH8FPhq-W7NPiGSmwHrAVshx_w9kY9eVDMLCWl2BkIzqlp9o0Y92E/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aqwey0Kz6MG-fksgPT9QP0I8uFIe1NWux40YTFVAV1sAtwwMmP-vBWBtdhyphenhypheniLJzeZ5O-A8i-dLOWMLKMqRPCpjoH8FPhq-W7NPiGSmwHrAVshx_w9kY9eVDMLCWl2BkIzqlp9o0Y92E/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260778369450034" /></a><div>I had a nice sit in the sun and it was so lovely... Just before I took a (very) short stroll around the garden...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejwpUUD2tlgc_Lhv0M1G-6dr4AFDNl481gLASJPvODcAAA08WZiUXWfo-8h53am-2RSxJLLPkAFNjPrUYns4cRpBxPVADQxiHDy00Vvrng_Ui-jHfr32zfnFvmUFFHVQl7z1K2XKM2Sg/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejwpUUD2tlgc_Lhv0M1G-6dr4AFDNl481gLASJPvODcAAA08WZiUXWfo-8h53am-2RSxJLLPkAFNjPrUYns4cRpBxPVADQxiHDy00Vvrng_Ui-jHfr32zfnFvmUFFHVQl7z1K2XKM2Sg/s400/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260769742564482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithYpioyscjrPxcCPloAF1BaeGG5mR2H0mqWx81Ymlz0Fprbwj_Zra4CpD1PURdS9Nba0w_RNTgdcgiyVWbhOTTveGITyfisOdts8qVRvjy0gJcKN7554DHBudlNaHCzOoqJiaOweR9EQ/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithYpioyscjrPxcCPloAF1BaeGG5mR2H0mqWx81Ymlz0Fprbwj_Zra4CpD1PURdS9Nba0w_RNTgdcgiyVWbhOTTveGITyfisOdts8qVRvjy0gJcKN7554DHBudlNaHCzOoqJiaOweR9EQ/s400/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260766526733458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheH-mS4rDAAnv0t9gE5Hx03Hw5ubifGZSL2XiGExcVwAT9kKaVymZpENrFETjjVb18pxui2pbcoSWXMTSMFKQj9nVqiJAw7NYH5HS07ImrjkRlOyRVS0yNHzJtBxcIhS1Y5MmV-AsRVsk/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheH-mS4rDAAnv0t9gE5Hx03Hw5ubifGZSL2XiGExcVwAT9kKaVymZpENrFETjjVb18pxui2pbcoSWXMTSMFKQj9nVqiJAw7NYH5HS07ImrjkRlOyRVS0yNHzJtBxcIhS1Y5MmV-AsRVsk/s400/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260759517722402" /></a>Oh, do you like my pyjama pants? They're so old and comfy, perfect for a week like this!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNoKBWKtck7nkgNP89sdB949ygAzgPCAYE8kEdr9I9EzjVq1COztCjsS-sZ1nnrCAdPbcao3PGTrV9o76T7sgqtrdO96Hvwn6J8ntE3b2zXRUtF3EuCCtFMrVn5fxCRdLspLhdXKAMBs/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNoKBWKtck7nkgNP89sdB949ygAzgPCAYE8kEdr9I9EzjVq1COztCjsS-sZ1nnrCAdPbcao3PGTrV9o76T7sgqtrdO96Hvwn6J8ntE3b2zXRUtF3EuCCtFMrVn5fxCRdLspLhdXKAMBs/s400/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260751053288834" /></a>This week will be a good one for re-connecting with El Bloggo. I'm very much looking forward to it. </div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-92031207663255411562009-10-05T23:44:00.003+11:002009-10-06T00:01:03.212+11:00This is Patt.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7apcqoYhvpJ0GnO35MaAbRoomqjDfGYEZ6QUQYWwbRZ83-9Fals7EIR66xsI2gkDahIOdKOImw7MQ8qXnGYZdcSlleouQpc3rfZ7_JylZ_axvQaT9AjyAEvVSIIg_iOAwYONdF4YfT8/s1600-h/4275_90307387550_504422550_2279044_1349927_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7apcqoYhvpJ0GnO35MaAbRoomqjDfGYEZ6QUQYWwbRZ83-9Fals7EIR66xsI2gkDahIOdKOImw7MQ8qXnGYZdcSlleouQpc3rfZ7_JylZ_axvQaT9AjyAEvVSIIg_iOAwYONdF4YfT8/s400/4275_90307387550_504422550_2279044_1349927_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389099235721161874" /></a><br />Patt is my awesome friend. Look at his blog. It's funny and sweet and clever, just like him.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.through-composed.blogspot.com">The B-Side of a Life Through-Composed</a></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976780287939769235.post-26223613236493303132009-10-05T18:32:00.003+11:002009-10-05T21:10:57.360+11:00Consistency etc.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm going to blog more regularly. Yes I am. Except that right now the only thing I'm going to do is a "stuff about meeeee" quiz. Sorry about that.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ahem, anyhow...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is your current obsession/s?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Currently/for several years: Stephen Sondheim and all his works. Oh my goodness. I adore him.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is the most interesting thing that you will do today?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Write 1500 words on the appropriation of A Midsummer Night's Dream from play to modern opera. You wondered why I was posting, and now you know.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What's for dinner?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Lasagne and greek salad. Om nom nom.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What would you eat for your last meal?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'd start with my dad's pumpkin soup with sour cream, follow it with a main of cheese and spinach tortellini with peas and pesto cream (with nice white wine) and a desert of Roman's lemon pudding with lots of cream and fruit, and a big glass of the lemon, lime, and gin drink that my dear friend Naomi has perfected. The fact that I was about to die would make the massive amounts of cream and cheese in that meal less worrying to me.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What's the last thing you bought?</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;">A yellow iced smiley-face cookie for my darling lovelorn Patrick.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What are you listening to right now?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sweeney Todd, Broadway Revival recording. The Johanna Quartet. Oh my goodness. Love.<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />I'd have the Tardis, so I could go between elegant but homely terraces and apartments in Sydney (where I live... I'm very lucky), Melbourne, London, Vienna, Paris, and New York.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />New York, to catch a Broadway matinee of a new musical.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Which language would you like to learn?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Welsh, I must learn Welsh before I die.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What's your favourite quote, for now?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Oh me oh my. Too many to think of. I'm a big libretto-quoter, rather than a person-quoter. This is my favourite piece of poetry, from Sondheim's (der) Sunday in the Park With George.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And when the woman that you wanted goes,You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give."<br />But the women who won't wait for you knowsThat, however you l</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ive,<br />There's a part of you always standing by,<br />Mapping out the sky,Finishing a hat...<br />Starting on a hat..<br />Finishing a hat...<br />Look, I made a hat...Where there never was a hat...</span></i><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is you favourite colour?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />It changes from hour to hour. Right now it's dark, burnished orange. Tomorrow it might be teal, or Sweeney-red, or forest green...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is your favourite piece of clothing from your own wardrobe?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I love my long, mint-green and white vintage dress I found at Rozelle markets right now. I do generally love long dresses. They hide my physical shortcomings and make me feel floaty and faerie-ish.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is your dream job?</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">West-End producer.<br /></span></b><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is your favourite fabric?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Naomi just gave me a beautiful grey silk scarf. So silk, today.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you had $100 what would you spend it on?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A nice dinner date with my darling boy.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Describe your personal style.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Heh. What a question. Anything that makes me look tall. Subtle vintage, lots of colour, but not a big mash of too many colours. I like to power-dress but rarely actually do it.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What are you going to do after this?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Aforementioned 1,500 words. And possibly go for a run.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What are your favourite films?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Y Tu Mama Tambien, Akira, The Queen, Frost/Nixon, Up (so good, go see it), Four Weddings and a Funeral, The Rocky Horror Picture Show.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Favourite fruit?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and cherries. Anything red.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What inspires you?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Very good music, and very good theatre. People. Traffic stopping for ambulances.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Your favourite books?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Good Omens - Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Harry Potter Series - J.K. Rowling</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Les Miserables - Victor Hugo<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Do you collect anything?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Owl things. Clothes that don't fit. Dust, according to my mother.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What are you currently reading?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />The libretto of Benjamin Britten's A Midsummer Night's Dream<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Go to your book shelf, take down the first book with a red spine you see, turn to page 26 and type out the first line.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />"... what I thought, I am sure it would move you. Forgive me, and believe that I cannot help telling you this, I live". - Love Letters, compiled by Antonia Fraser</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What makes you follow a blog?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Shiny pictures or a good sense of humour.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What society would you most like to join?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Musical Theatre Society? I'm the president of one.<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What is one thing you did as a child that you miss doing now?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Climbing trees!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you could travel back in time and live in a certain period when would it be?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />New York, 1957, to witness the birth of modern musical theatre with West Side Story.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOijy4-Bl_QVswtQN8FQo-Jp2oB9XTTN7iAbYaumNhS0JO5kqWU064a1DCbDCm5tzLfpkTob4djvayyiZ3zmgyULp2_VI-sUg4Os43b3yFl57__oPMYg1yuePNh8QuVUIwLyW-l4T9r0/s400/img22.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389055505307146146" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Alexander and I in rehearsal.</span></span></div>Caitlin Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04264549169323983441noreply@blogger.com2