Summer rain.
Feb. 17th, 2004 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueIt's been a hot, muggy two days. And today, nature's premenstrual tension broke and we had a corker of a summer storm. Big forks of lightening, towering thunderhead clouds (photos of which I'll post later). It was such a relief to have rain that my family were out the front watching, enjoying the cooler wet air. My brother Paul, ever irreverent, was challenging God whilst thunder was striking all around. God must be fond of him. He just dropped a small branch two feet from him as he was coming inside in warning. Usually, I'd be like, "Hah, coincidence." But Paul was like, "Hah! Take that God, bloody pussy!" *THUNK*. I just pointed at him and said, "SEE? See that?!" He's got a death wish, I think.
Anyway, we were standing out in the rain, I was dancing in it, I was so glad for some water. But let me tell you something about Australian summer storms. They are that - storms. Not light sprinkling rainfall. Heavy, hard, flash-flooding rainfall that passes rather quickly and leaves everything drenched. Awesome spectacles, utterly breathtaking. It was really beautiful weather. We then went out the back and watched the thunderheads roll by - huge towering formations of cloud that make all the city buildings and giant structures I've seen puny and insignificant in comparison.
It was amazing, you know? Just dancing in the rain - who does that any more? It's not a common occurance for modern day people, really. But it was so damned invigorating, so liberating. Helen was calling me a bloody pagan (like she can talk LOL). I didn't care. Nature was singing around me and I was joining in!
As Paul and I were staring at the huge clouds rolling by, he said that it kinda put everything into perspective, when you see huge forms like that. And really, he was so right. It amazed me how something so timeless as a storm could make you feel a part of something. Storms like that have happened thousands of times before, millions. They've rolled past this area over and again, all over the world, and our ancestors watched them too. The thing is though, in a world of change, of uncertainty and fright, some things don't change. Storms rumble by, the sky is deeply blue in the summer, the sun shines and then goes to hide, the birds come out every day and eat their seeds and fruit and carrion. And if we look after that, it'll always be there.
All my troubles seemed strangely distant, and in the huge mosiac of life around me, I saw that I was just a little spot of colour in it. But I didn't feel insignificant or unimportant. I felt a part of a great giant pattern, important and vital as each little part makes the whole. As I stared at the clouds I knew I had my place, and I liked it because it was surrounded by beauty.
Now it's nearly ten o'clock. I'm seriously considering changing my meds because these leave me listless, tired, half-deaf (HORRID!), forgetful and unmotivated. And I still get down from time to time. And they still fuck with my fucking. HAhaha. Sorry - bad joke.
I've been sitting in bed for the past half hour, reading over the latest section of The Snitch (which has, with one naughty Hermione act, has turned into NC-17, apparently), and Scotty (my little bro) is sitting at the keyboard in my room with his guitar, figuring out a nice solo for my song Break Me (With Your Love) I swear, it's like I have Brian May to do my solos! It's SO COOL. I just tune out, letting him practice, then I'll hear this guitar solo to piano and I'm like, "Hey, I love that song, what a great - hang on - I wrote that! That's MY SONG! And it's got GOOD GUITAR! AWESOME!!" And I do a complete Freddie and just spazz over myself and my brother. Like, "YEAH!" A real Freddie "YEAH!" :-D Can NOT wait to play it to you guys. (Specially you, Clare, I know you'll fucking chuck a thrombo. Seriously. Scotty is THAT good).
Every now and again I'll give him advice here and there, just for overall structure, but he knows his shit really well so it's goodto sit back and let him do his thing. I'm so fucking lucky to have such talented people around me in my family. I'm blessed! :)
Read a HORRID beginning to a Star Trek book (an actual, published book, people). The OC was called Katalya, (the author's name? Kathleen), and she had two senior officers excited to see her. The best exobiologist in the galaxy, so good they had to make up new awards for her. Spock and McCoy are like giddy schoolboys at her arrival.
Hang on - WOAH. Back up that pony! Spock? GIDDY? And - it said - almost grinning.
There's no grinning! No giddy! Spock meditates EVERY DAY to make sure he doesn't slip in the slightest. To show emotion is HIGHLY distasteful. Okay, so I skip ahead cause I have a feeling the story is going to be BAD.
It was worse. Not only does she sort of have this flingy sort of sexually open relationship with Spock, (To quote Wayne Campbell - "Hyeah! RIGHT!"), but she's KEEN on McCoy (who will of course fuck her at the slightest invitation), and some commodore guy. I mean, Spock was MORTIFIED in "Amok Time" to have to talk about his pon-farr with Kirk, who is his BEST FRIEND! Like he's going to talk to some David Attenborough wanna-be trollop who's legs open to half the fleet with more than two braids on their sleeve about sexual relations, whether they be his or anyone elses.
Oh, it was GROSS mischaracterisation, it was really bad. Ironically, technically, it was well written. But my poor darling old friends suffered for her sexual fantasies.
And... you just saw Nacey geek out. To the MAX. I ORIGINAL TREK GEEKED!!! I guess that shows you how very into that show I was (okay AM). I guess I've been through a hard time lately, and reading these Star Trek books and watching the old episodes, it's like visiting an old friend. Everything's so simple and fun on that show, everything's a great big adventure. It makes life seem that way to me too, even if it isn't like that. It's all about hope and I find it comforting.
One book that I really did enjoy and find very funny, with snappy and brilliant dialogue, was a Star Trek book called "The Galactic Whirlpool", by David Gerrold. Now this guy came up with the idea for The Trouble with Tribbles. That should give you the idea of what kinda story it is. Serious, but with fun jokes and cute scenes and just brilliantly funny dialogue. Spock has some real corker lines. The character of Lt. Kevin Thomas Riley is in it too, and I've always had a soft spot for him. The original character, Katwen (Katholin Arwen), is SO CUTE. I was all skeptical but as the book went on, it was obvious that she was smart, and ready to help people, and brave and sweet. Just - a great, likeable, fun character. All of it is just - fun. A light, easy enjoyable read. Really relaxing. And FUNNY too, fucking funny lines, man.
There's one part where they're making holographic animals to shock the people that are living in this derelict station thing, (for reasons I won't go into lest I spoil it for you), and they're Earth descendents, so their mythology is like ours, only mangled and warped by isolation and time. One scene is where Kirk is talking to Katwen about using these things.
"We have some ... ah, devices. They float through the air and they generate large three-dimensional images around themselves. We can make elephants or dragons or any kind of other creature appear to be real. We use these devices for parades-"
"Parades?"
"Carnivals. Celebrations."
"Oh."
"-and it seems to me that perhaps you and Riley here could program these devices for us. You describe the kinds of creatures that your people put into stories - especially stories you tell children-"
"Oh, you mean like prowlers and growlers and bears?"
"Prowlers and growlers and bears? Yes exactly. Riley will bring these animals to life. They don't have to be scary - in fact, it's probably better if they're not. Just very big and silly looking. And as clumsy as a basket of puppies. Make them so the people who see them will laugh out loud."
"Captain Kirk, this will help save lives?"
"I hope so, Katwen, very much."
"Then I will do it. I will give you lots of prowlers and growlers and bears."
"Good. Call me when you have the first few up and running. I want to see what these prowlers and growlers look like."
"And bears!"
"Yes, and the bears."
They exited and Kirk turned to see Spock looking at him with an odd expression.
"Prowlers and growlers and bears?" Spock asked.
"Something wrong, Mr. Spock?"
"Not at all. It's just unusual to see a starship captain applying prowlers and growlers and bears to the solution of a problem."
"Especially the bears, Mr. Spock. Especially the bears."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Captain, you may have just discovered the first logical application of illogic."
Kirk looked to his First Officer speculatively. "Makes your head hurt, doesn't it?"
"Only my brain."
-- The Galactic Whirlpool, by David Gerrold
I got lots of rainwater in my hair. Apparently it's good for hair. We'll see :)
Anyway, we were standing out in the rain, I was dancing in it, I was so glad for some water. But let me tell you something about Australian summer storms. They are that - storms. Not light sprinkling rainfall. Heavy, hard, flash-flooding rainfall that passes rather quickly and leaves everything drenched. Awesome spectacles, utterly breathtaking. It was really beautiful weather. We then went out the back and watched the thunderheads roll by - huge towering formations of cloud that make all the city buildings and giant structures I've seen puny and insignificant in comparison.
It was amazing, you know? Just dancing in the rain - who does that any more? It's not a common occurance for modern day people, really. But it was so damned invigorating, so liberating. Helen was calling me a bloody pagan (like she can talk LOL). I didn't care. Nature was singing around me and I was joining in!
As Paul and I were staring at the huge clouds rolling by, he said that it kinda put everything into perspective, when you see huge forms like that. And really, he was so right. It amazed me how something so timeless as a storm could make you feel a part of something. Storms like that have happened thousands of times before, millions. They've rolled past this area over and again, all over the world, and our ancestors watched them too. The thing is though, in a world of change, of uncertainty and fright, some things don't change. Storms rumble by, the sky is deeply blue in the summer, the sun shines and then goes to hide, the birds come out every day and eat their seeds and fruit and carrion. And if we look after that, it'll always be there.
All my troubles seemed strangely distant, and in the huge mosiac of life around me, I saw that I was just a little spot of colour in it. But I didn't feel insignificant or unimportant. I felt a part of a great giant pattern, important and vital as each little part makes the whole. As I stared at the clouds I knew I had my place, and I liked it because it was surrounded by beauty.
Now it's nearly ten o'clock. I'm seriously considering changing my meds because these leave me listless, tired, half-deaf (HORRID!), forgetful and unmotivated. And I still get down from time to time. And they still fuck with my fucking. HAhaha. Sorry - bad joke.
I've been sitting in bed for the past half hour, reading over the latest section of The Snitch (which has, with one naughty Hermione act, has turned into NC-17, apparently), and Scotty (my little bro) is sitting at the keyboard in my room with his guitar, figuring out a nice solo for my song Break Me (With Your Love) I swear, it's like I have Brian May to do my solos! It's SO COOL. I just tune out, letting him practice, then I'll hear this guitar solo to piano and I'm like, "Hey, I love that song, what a great - hang on - I wrote that! That's MY SONG! And it's got GOOD GUITAR! AWESOME!!" And I do a complete Freddie and just spazz over myself and my brother. Like, "YEAH!" A real Freddie "YEAH!" :-D Can NOT wait to play it to you guys. (Specially you, Clare, I know you'll fucking chuck a thrombo. Seriously. Scotty is THAT good).
Every now and again I'll give him advice here and there, just for overall structure, but he knows his shit really well so it's goodto sit back and let him do his thing. I'm so fucking lucky to have such talented people around me in my family. I'm blessed! :)
Read a HORRID beginning to a Star Trek book (an actual, published book, people). The OC was called Katalya, (the author's name? Kathleen), and she had two senior officers excited to see her. The best exobiologist in the galaxy, so good they had to make up new awards for her. Spock and McCoy are like giddy schoolboys at her arrival.
Hang on - WOAH. Back up that pony! Spock? GIDDY? And - it said - almost grinning.
There's no grinning! No giddy! Spock meditates EVERY DAY to make sure he doesn't slip in the slightest. To show emotion is HIGHLY distasteful. Okay, so I skip ahead cause I have a feeling the story is going to be BAD.
It was worse. Not only does she sort of have this flingy sort of sexually open relationship with Spock, (To quote Wayne Campbell - "Hyeah! RIGHT!"), but she's KEEN on McCoy (who will of course fuck her at the slightest invitation), and some commodore guy. I mean, Spock was MORTIFIED in "Amok Time" to have to talk about his pon-farr with Kirk, who is his BEST FRIEND! Like he's going to talk to some David Attenborough wanna-be trollop who's legs open to half the fleet with more than two braids on their sleeve about sexual relations, whether they be his or anyone elses.
Oh, it was GROSS mischaracterisation, it was really bad. Ironically, technically, it was well written. But my poor darling old friends suffered for her sexual fantasies.
And... you just saw Nacey geek out. To the MAX. I ORIGINAL TREK GEEKED!!! I guess that shows you how very into that show I was (okay AM). I guess I've been through a hard time lately, and reading these Star Trek books and watching the old episodes, it's like visiting an old friend. Everything's so simple and fun on that show, everything's a great big adventure. It makes life seem that way to me too, even if it isn't like that. It's all about hope and I find it comforting.
One book that I really did enjoy and find very funny, with snappy and brilliant dialogue, was a Star Trek book called "The Galactic Whirlpool", by David Gerrold. Now this guy came up with the idea for The Trouble with Tribbles. That should give you the idea of what kinda story it is. Serious, but with fun jokes and cute scenes and just brilliantly funny dialogue. Spock has some real corker lines. The character of Lt. Kevin Thomas Riley is in it too, and I've always had a soft spot for him. The original character, Katwen (Katholin Arwen), is SO CUTE. I was all skeptical but as the book went on, it was obvious that she was smart, and ready to help people, and brave and sweet. Just - a great, likeable, fun character. All of it is just - fun. A light, easy enjoyable read. Really relaxing. And FUNNY too, fucking funny lines, man.
There's one part where they're making holographic animals to shock the people that are living in this derelict station thing, (for reasons I won't go into lest I spoil it for you), and they're Earth descendents, so their mythology is like ours, only mangled and warped by isolation and time. One scene is where Kirk is talking to Katwen about using these things.
"We have some ... ah, devices. They float through the air and they generate large three-dimensional images around themselves. We can make elephants or dragons or any kind of other creature appear to be real. We use these devices for parades-"
"Parades?"
"Carnivals. Celebrations."
"Oh."
"-and it seems to me that perhaps you and Riley here could program these devices for us. You describe the kinds of creatures that your people put into stories - especially stories you tell children-"
"Oh, you mean like prowlers and growlers and bears?"
"Prowlers and growlers and bears? Yes exactly. Riley will bring these animals to life. They don't have to be scary - in fact, it's probably better if they're not. Just very big and silly looking. And as clumsy as a basket of puppies. Make them so the people who see them will laugh out loud."
"Captain Kirk, this will help save lives?"
"I hope so, Katwen, very much."
"Then I will do it. I will give you lots of prowlers and growlers and bears."
"Good. Call me when you have the first few up and running. I want to see what these prowlers and growlers look like."
"And bears!"
"Yes, and the bears."
They exited and Kirk turned to see Spock looking at him with an odd expression.
"Prowlers and growlers and bears?" Spock asked.
"Something wrong, Mr. Spock?"
"Not at all. It's just unusual to see a starship captain applying prowlers and growlers and bears to the solution of a problem."
"Especially the bears, Mr. Spock. Especially the bears."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Captain, you may have just discovered the first logical application of illogic."
Kirk looked to his First Officer speculatively. "Makes your head hurt, doesn't it?"
"Only my brain."
-- The Galactic Whirlpool, by David Gerrold
I got lots of rainwater in my hair. Apparently it's good for hair. We'll see :)
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Date: 2004-02-17 09:01 am (UTC)Loved your description of the storms; very poetic!
You are very lucky to have such talent in your family! (I'm jealous!! lol) 8)
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Date: 2004-02-17 02:20 pm (UTC)And I know I'm lucky. Most families only have one or two clever peoples. Ours is a full house of talent. A flush! People that meet our family go, "Damn! You lot really are hogging all the talent!" Hehehe. I think we were just encouraged a lot, right from birth. It's how we sort of communicate to each other in some ways, so creativity thrived.
Anyhoo - I'll see you around LJ! :)