miscellania

Getting married in about 5 weeks--WTF??? Pity my Mum's not nearby so we could torture one another--ah but she and my sister never really forgave one another from Sis's wedding back in '82 . . .a mother's love's a blessing, no matter where you muthfookin' roam.

So've been finalizing restaurant details, have booked a time to do cake tasting/selecting within 24 hours of arrival in Hongcouver, and am waiting for an email from a grad skool acquaintance who also has a DJ business. It's a good think I asked the resto about dancing because the room we booked ain't go no dancefloor. However they're giving us access to another room gratis, just for the dancing. It's down a loverly spiral staircase from the main room. Did I mention we're getting married in a frickin' glass gazebo?> Because we frickin' are!

Work is fine, really. I don't love, I don't hate it, there are some interesting things to do and a lot much less so. Stepping stone, but I'd like a better rock thanks. One thing's for certain: I'm much clearer now on what sort of academic gig I want. I want research, teaching and admin. I want it all, I want it yesterday.

I want someone to rub my feet with chilied olive oil. I want a Shamrock Shake. I want, but I want not for. That's a small w in whinge folks.

Went to the tubs on Sunday for the first time in weeks. Apparently 3pm Sunday is bear bare-all @ Kingsteam. I laughed, I cried, I joyed. I came home and watched Australian Idol--which now shifts into its weekly elimination format. Excellent, now I can stop watching! B-b-b-b-b-boring!

My Palm and my computers are fighting--and I'm not winning. iCal is stuffed up with multiple dupe events. I'm on my gazillionth synch since Friday. I wonder which important meeting I'll miss...

*stretches toes expectantly*

For naylandblake and his ilk

Et bonjour à toi, l’artiste
De n'importe où,
Qui fais les jours gais ou tristes,
Toi qui changes tout.
Tu nous offres la musique
Comme un cadeau,
Toi, le magicien des temps nouveaux,
Et bonjour à toi le peintre
De la lumière
Qui connais toutes les teintes
De l'univers.
Tu vas faire de l'an deux mille
Un millénaire,
Le plus beau de l'histoire de la terre.

Et bonjour à toi, l’artiste
Le grand auteur,
Le brillant illusionniste,
Le célèbre acteur.
Tu vas nous changer le monde,
Tu vas chanter
Pour nous faire oublier le passé.

{Refrain:}
Il est temps d'acheter des couleurs.
Il est temps de te mettre au labeur.
Il est temps, toi le compositeur,
De te donner de tout ton cœur.
Il est temps, et si tu commençais ?
Maintenant, demain tout serait prêt.
Il est temps. Tu fais ce qui te plaît.
Prends tout ton temps,
Mais ne le prends pas trop, s'il te plaît.

English
Here's to you, the artist
No matter where
Who each day, happy or sad
You who change it all
You offer us your music
Like a gift
You, a magician of these new times

Here's to you, the painter
Of the light
Familiar with all the hues
Of the universe
You will make the year 2000
The millenium
The most beautiful in the history of the earth

Here's to you, the artist
The great author
The great illusionist
The celebrated actor
You will change for us the world
You will sing
For us to be able to forget the past

It is time to buy the colours
It is time to do the work
It is time, typesetter
To give all your heart
It is time, have you begun?
Now, tomorrow, all would be ready
It is time. Do what you please
Take your time
But don't take too long, please.