good times remembered

i’ve got very little done today since i rolled out of bed at ten. been some gb09 ikon mailing back and forth going on but i’ve mostly been stuck at my laptop following the confusing increasingly disturbing reports of violence coming out of tehran on the blogs and iran twazzup*.

think i’m gonna take a break from the desk and try get on with some creating.

peterson’s uploaded more of his photos of our week in the north with words to make me smile. and blush, frankly. over there –> at Photos 4 Little Bird.

as always, lovely to be reminded of good times and how fortunate one is…

LB

*my guess would be that twitter is becoming increasingly unreliable as a source of info for those inside iran, assuming they are getting any access. this morning it was full of quite obvious state driven misinformation and this afternoon mostly seems full of ppl outside iran re-tweeting rumours without researching for confirmation and wasting everyone else’s time by offering unhelpful or irrelevant comment. and even spamming with porn. 😐

tyra banks can bite me

yesterday turned out good. choppy internal seas calmed thanks to some writing and then lunch with jayne in which we concluded that hormones are a rollercoaster of shit and that the only solution is a good cry and some cake. drinks in muriel’s followed (photo’s below) with lovely folks, and then ikon Last Supper at The Roost.

it was a privilege. peterson shared poetry, an extended scene from doin’ time in the homo nomo halfway house and a wonderful extract from a brand new project he’s writing.

and then peterson’s partner, glen retief, shared an incredible chapter from his memoir, the jack bank, which is due to be published in 2010. an equally powerful extract available here. their offerings left me speechless, shaken and stirred. amazing stuff.

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which brings me to today…
my plan was to return to dublin this morning but instead i’m staying an extra night. am heading to QUB tonight for an event peterson’s doing (details here), and looking forward to a final nightcap with P&G after.

and the morning has proved rather eventful…

i awoke to find my plan B for 2009 of applying to be on America’s Next Top Model cycle 13 (all models under 5’7″) is no longer necessary. which is a relief, since Celia was knocked out of cycle 12’s final 4 for being “too old”. at 20-fricking-5.

so this plan B is in the bin thanks to,
(1) getting notification from UCD that,

“The Graduate Board of the College of Human Sciences has approved your application for the MA Women’s Studies programme (full-time)…We hope you will accept the offer and look forward to seeing you here in September”

colour me saying, “i will.”

and

(2) at the age of 35 and a 1/2, i’m now adding “cover girl” to my resume – *without* the help of the above mentioned ms banks. seventeen magazine?, i hear you ask. oprah magazine? french vogue? ms.? bitch? bust? national enquirer? fly fishing weekly? nope. Christian Century. details here on pete’s blog. the article’s actually an interview with pete but the cover makes for a kind of ikon where’s wally? of familiar faces and silhouettes.

as of tomorrow i’m gonna follow in ms evangelista’s footsteps and won’t get out of bed for less than $10,000. i presume this means i need to purchase a cathater forthwith.

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photos of some of the lovely folks of the week – sadly missing is a pic of steve lawson, who surprised us with a visit. he managed to convince me of the beauty and possiblity of twitter. and did so without the use of thumb screws. i usually don’t get to see steve any other time than greenbelt so this made for an unexpected treat.

peterson and ian (mrs tumnus) strike a pose in muriel’s…

LittleBird and Pád, my love…

The Father (our host for the week) and Glen sharing a lunchtime pint at The Nook,
before walking down to the Giant’s Causeway on Monday…

right, i’m off to meet the rollins for lunch. which reminds me,

friday night, centaur, gb09. ikon will be committing theological arson. we is rubbing our collective and collaborative hands together gleefully at the plan that is coming together… we’ve now 3 months to do a Macgyver on it…

LB

p.s. i’m really rather proud and admiring of fr tim bartlett for standing up for his convictions. tim’s a nice guy, was very supportive of zero28 and i’ve seen him faced with some very difficult questions over the years in various fora. but none as difficult as last sunday.

hit ||

i’ve been away for most of the past week (lovely first trip to belfast as a visitor since the move & then flew with family to edinburgh to celebrate my aunt’s 60th), but it’s been packed and i had little time for online things or time on my own.
i’m home for 48 hours and then heading up north again, namely to hang with my dear pal Peterson and do some ikon-ey stuff.

in this space inbetween i’ve a load of things on my to-do list needing attention and with it that over-caffeinated feeling that comes when there’s a backlog of thoughts piling up in the back right hand corner of my skull that i’ve been wanting to reflect and write upon and not had the space…

needless to say, however, all is going pretty good, and so silence for the past week is simply down to the above and not because i’ve fallen down a dark well of… well, darkness.

colour me consciously hitting the pause button and aiming for the next 36 hours to be something other than rushed and containing some solitude so i can write those piled up things out of head and onto page.

LB