This week I learnt how to do dreadlocks. This is a skill I hope I can use again. I also learnt know how to maintain them. My friend Dave decided he wanted dreads and my other friend Karen did them for him and she taught me how. It is really kind of fun. All up it took us 14hours over two days.

What else happened this week? It was really lovely to have dinner with David and Lesley on Thursday night. They were very generous and shouted my dinner because I had no money. I nearly wasn’t able to go but it was nice they convinced me to come anyway. We ate yummy Korean. I hadn’t been there before. It was nice to go somewhere different. Between Lesley and David TEAR is going to have a more functional computer system.  

Also the ex prime minister of Haiti visited Urban Seed this week. Pretty amazing. She now does peace keeping stuff and there is a guy in Urban Seed who is really involved in peace activism so she came and chatted with us. She was beautiful and I told her so. The only problem was we invited some of the guys from Credo to come along whom, I think, quite like violence. Lucky the ex prime minister of Haiti would have seen heaps worse than a few obnoxious guys from Credo. I think the non violence movement needs a new name. People hear the words non violence and then seem to only understand of the movement what it is not rather than what it is.

I am so enjoying the new Michael Franti CD. I had visitors over last night and we were all hanging in the kitchen and talking and listening to Mr Franti. Track number 7 is the best (see the title of the post). Not to mention he is coming to Melbourne. Thanks be to David for getting the tickets. P.S I got love for ya.

I am writing a really cool script. It is for my play writing class. I got the idea from my dad. He was telling me about this guy who wrote a book called the dice man, it was a true story (he was on Andrew Denton, if anyone saw it). Anyway, to make a long story short, the dice man got depressed and decided he needed to add a new dimension to his life. What he did was allocate different tasks and emotions to the numbers on the dice and then roll it and whatever came up he would have to do. In my play I have a couple and in trying to deal with the monotony of their life, their restlessness etc. they roll a dice. It raises some interesting questions around choice and change and fate and how much control we actually have over our lives.

So this guy from uni asked me if I wanted to go and listen to some Jazz. So I went. Seemed like a nice idea and I don’t have any friends at uni so I thought he could be my first friend. He’s got issues but is passionate about theology study. Anyway, about half way through dinner just to clarify that we were on the same page I asked him if he thought this was a date or 2 friends having dinner. Of course, just to make my life awkward he thought it was a date. I told him I don’t really date but dinner with friends is cool. It is not that I am strictly anti dating, I just don’t really do it. Lucky we managed to clear things up. I now feel a bit silly for not fully realising but he asked so casually I just thought he was looking for a friend. 26 and I still didn’t get it. We had a fun night, regardless.

I have been meaning to write about Mil, Martin and Dad’s visit for awhile but I have been very busy. Often I am just another busy person in the world which I am not proud of… but what can you do??? Life is so full of wonderful people and cool stuff and study and, one gets caught up in it all.  

Having Mil and Martin was wonderful. We walked around and looked at some lame stuff but had heaps of laughs about it and we ate food and drunk wine and tea and talked about deep stuff and shallow stuff and you know, shared the love. My dad, unfortunately, brought a few stresses with him but I love him heaps and was happy he could see my life down here. When i asked him at the end of the week if he had had a nice time he said he had had a worthwhile time. He talked about how apathy was becoming a part of his life and how his visit and the discussions and reading it entailed had inspired him to fight. Yay for him. Maybe a worthwhile time is better than a nice time.