The Page of Crap!

Or, things I want to show and talk about without cluttering up the main page...

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.
What Poetry Form Are You?

Construction machinery!

I spent a large number of my formative years in a rural hole in West Cork, and cities are still a bit of a novelty and a source of excitement. Part of that excitement is a delight in watching the changes that come over a city, particularly construction projects. This has developed into a love of construction machinery, and whilst my chief love is cranes (see, when everybody is asleep at night they come alive and dance across the city), I find that the functionality of the equipment translates into a kind of beauty. At this point in my diatribe, people are looking at me very strangely indeed, so I'm glad to find that I'm not alone. Beware, that's a big download. Thanks to Duncan Foster for the link.

I wish I'd thought of it

I'm not sure why this pleases me so much, but it does: Pencil Carving. Maybe because I chewed my way through an amount of pencils back before they became made of plastic...

More Twitterings From Me

If you want to keep up with my life in endless minute detail, I've got myself a Live Journal, like all the Cool Kids, see etherealfionna. I'm updating it regularly and enthusiastically at the moment (early June 2003) but who knows how long that will last?

The Weather

The latest updates from Helsinki... The WeatherPixie