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Confidence in You

 (I know Mum, I said I'll work...promise I'll write the darn thing this week)

Follow the blue fishes

What a week. Lots of km, through the Desert road, the valleys to finish on the very steep sided ridges in Wellington. Somehow, I didn't end up taking lots of pictures. Some, but not with my camera.

So.

I've got the very colourful door just down the youth hostel, where I was staying.

Really good time. It's difficult to convey. There was and Earthquake and groundwater session that was awesome. Some interesting water management. A really cool talk on catchment and overland flow.

Been out every night. There was a park nearby. With a skating ramp that looked like a very graphed/tagged empty swimming pool. Was very tempted to walk in, but Conny pointed I would probably not be able to come out. So out of Maksym (who is the tallest of the groundwater team), I did not. Mental note, next time, drag Maksym there. A light christmas tree. I did personally ring up Santa and made a wish. It came up green and blinked to the top. 

That part of Wellington is dotted with sculpture and murals. So I quickly sussed out that to come home I had to walk on a trail of blue fishes. Been for diner with Matthias and Conny to that real cool mexican place with a concrete wall with squares empties out and filled with massive candles. Indirect light cutting out yellowish-white squares with mexican crosses on the wall. Made me think of that bar we used to go in Oxford. Large lanterns. Delicious food.

It was great to stay at the hostel. On a morning that I need some system-rebooting time and woke up too early for Conny (we shared a room), I nursed a strong coffee and watched all the youngsters checking each other, and getting reading for whatever outing they were up to. One by one donning their identical jackets. And blast my ears with PJ Harvey, amongst others, slumped on a comfy couch. Totally responsible adult-style.

Riptide

Reworked on Riptide last night, so you get re-edition. The balance have changed, the size, the black intensity. That's a 3-picture in one. I like the liquid heart.

Massive Attack -Antistar

Italian for beginners

Morning scene, breakfast, honeyed pancakes.
Mano- "Yesterday at prizegiving, some people were given crumpets. I mean "crumpetto", you say "crumpetto" in Italian."
Uh-uh. Trilingual he shall become. Buon giorno!

Homemade

Lola, you wondered what these brutalised T-shirts I mix up look like, here's one. Added and dyed the cuffs (originally baby pink) and surgically transferred the message from a kid's shirt (red).

La Seine

Vanessa Paradis & M - La Seine

Seeing Red

Thursday eve

We passed the threshold of the house at 19h00. At 19h01, putting the book he had been holding on the trip from the library, Miniman steps out to go by Dayna.
I feel love.
Been told that the film I wanted to see with him, well you know. I may as well go on my own.
Ditto for the we to the seashore.
Ditto for the Avent calendar. I could open some of it myself.

So. I went raiding the teen section.
I got the Uglies trilogy from Westerfeld because Lisa recommended it. Looking forward to share some books with her.
And.
Janet.
Planet Janet - Dyan Sheldon.

Let me share the opening.
"Talk about self-centered! Me! Me! Me! Me! ME! That's all anybody in this house cares about. I was trying to have a normal conversation over supper (the way people do in films etc.), not some Great Intellectual Discussion (I know my family's limits, believe me), when I realized that no one was listening to me. I stopped dead right in the middle of explaining about what happened at lunch  (which was v dramatic and emotionally stressful), and no one so much as glanced my way. Sigmund (my male parent) was messing around with his electronic organizer as per usual, and the Mad Cow (my female parent) was staring at him with her eyes squashed up like she was trying to work out whether or not he was trying to blow us all up".

Janet, we do have an understanding.
Lets not have comment on this one right.
Awesome.