Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Villa Maria Private Bin 1998
Robard and Butler Dry Riesling $10.95
Robard and Butler Gisborne Mendoza 1998
Lindemans Bin 65 1998
Corbans Hawkes Bay 1998
Longridge Hawkes Bay Oak aged 1998
Matua Valley Hawkes Bay 1999
Rosemont Estate Shiraz Grenache
Jonty has also started scanning the photos and here is one of all of our families joined together for a great photo. Only one has passed away since then which is pretty good going. Jasmine looks so young here...don't we all?!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This is a photo off Tony's website and is has a copyright and so all credits to him. Don't want to breach anything here so being very careful...
The key to being an artist as I see it and I am sure this is not a new thought by any stretch of the imagination, is the liberal helpings of 'self' that make up the work. Well of course I hear you say, who else? Listening to and reading the words of these two artists is becoming part of an undressing of the heart and soul and knowing more than you might know about yourself or people you love. So this got me thinking about what it takes to be an artist and whether these random traits I have come up with are the pre-requisite or the product of being an artist mmmm...
So to be an artist you need to be...
- self absorbed/aware (in a good way)
- in touch with yourself and your demons
- a show off (in a good way)
- really clever
- brave - prepared to let the world into your inner self
- growing and evolving
- hard working
Thank goodness for artists and writers...
Relating those thoughts to the world of blogging which for some people is an opportunity to write and express themselves and for others it is a diary/journal exercise and for others it is the long afternoon talking about shit while drinking red wine....a bit like this post. I wonder how much people really reveal in their writing in the blog format. As a blogger I leave lots of stuff out and just do some surfing on the surface of my life, others I read reveal almost everything including intimate thoughts and feelings. (No matter how much you leave out I am sure that in itself is revealing.) Others, as I am sure you are aware, use the Internet to reveal every bloody thing they have - if you know what I mean? I guess I am wondering if the Internet has turned a whole of people into show offs and the rest of us into voyeurs? Just a thought.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Living in a democracy is a great thing. The people have spoken and the National party has won the election. Most of my friends and family will be delighted as they are National supporters. I am not. My values stem from a different place and do not sit well with those of the National party. However, they do sit well with those of my friends. So, I am thinking is it about interpretation of values? And when push comes to shove I am thinking that in this country we all feel pretty much want the same thing and it is the interpretation and the delivery that differs. In saying this I wonder what the differences will actually be and who will really notice and what the real impact will be. I wonder and look on with much interest. It is good to have change so perhaps this will be good for all of us.
On a totally different subject, I have been checking out the Feedjit application on my blog and love looking at who is visiting my blog. I can see there are people lured by the promise of an interesting story about Dan Carter and must be horribly disappointed when the read the real story. There are also quiet repeat visitors who come regularly and read and leave. I wonder who these people are and why they return. This being a blog set up for friends and family I am delighted to know there are people out there in the world who enjoy popping in for a wee look. I am a blog reader too and silently partake in others lives, feeling their pain and celebrating their joys from a very long way away. It is all very interesting.
The pictures accompanying this post are of some of my library friends