Yes! We! Can!

 

Victory is ours!

Well I’m back in Sydney, back to work, back to the blog, and ready to take on the world. It was great to escape for the last week or so, do a spot of soul searching, and get ready to take the next step.

The last step was to see out a successful exhibition. What a thrill to witness someone’s idea take form; a spark of imagination transforming into a drawing, morphing into a giant pile of styrofoam and fibreglass, and blossoming into a life-sized blue whale’s heart. Thank you Ronan for the opportunity to witness the unfoldment of your heart. And for the opportunity to get dressed up like a high school chemistry teacher in a backyard meth lab. We sure know how to rock our Personal Protective Equipment!

PPE Has Never Looked So Good!

While I was out of town, I pilfered my brother Daniel’s copy of Shatner Rules: Your Guide to Understanding the Shatnerverse and the World at Large. In it, William Shatner discusses his rules for living. Amongst these rules you’ll find: Know which conversations require a bulletproof vest; Talk is cheap – unless you can make money with a talk show; Always have a spare set of underwear on hand; and my favourite rule, Say “Yes”. Bill almost always says “yes”. Why?

“Yes” means opportunity. “Yes” makes the dots in your life appear. And if you’re willing and open, you can connect these dots. You don’t know where these dots are going to lead, and if you don’t invest yourself fully, the dots won’t connect. The lines you make with those dots always lead to interesting places. “No” closes doors. “Yes” kicks them wide open.

I can feel an itchy foot, ready to kick a few doors wide open! Already I’m saying “yes” to organising the first Chiron Creative event in August. I’m saying “yes” to setting up an orphanage. I’m saying “yes” to climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge for my birthday. And I’m saying “yes” to falling in love with the unknown, and letting the dots connect in interesting and unforseen ways.

If I set you a challenge, will you say “yes”? Good. Then here’s my challenge to you: Take a pen and paper and write yourself a list of at least 3 things that you’ve always wanted to do. Go on, it’s easy. 3’s nothing. Write them down, and when you realise you can’t stop at 3, write some more. Write as many as you want. See if you can beat me and my 162 things. Now stick that list up somewhere you’ll see it often. Then get out and start kicking!

While you’re pondering the need to invest in some good sturdy steel-capped boots, I’ll leave you with a short cautionary tale called Eat, Fry, Love from the indelible Mr Shatner. As Bill knows, on some occasions it’s better to say “no”. Especially when you’re all out of Personal Protective Equipment!

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Technical Knock Out

He's mine!

He’s mine!

It’s Sunday evening and I can hear the neighbours going at it hammer and tongs downstairs. How utterly delightful! But I guess I could use it as a semi-appropriate soundtrack to tonight’s blog post as I regale you with my adventures from the past few days. Otherwise I could always jam my aurally abused earholes with the earplugs I bought myself today – seriously, I must be psychic. First, a return to the speed dating frenzy from Thursday night. As per previous speed dating evenings there was lots of sparkling wine and lots of laughs, but only one guy in IT – hurrah! So the evening didn’t fall flat on its face. However, the same can’t be said for a couple of the lovely ladies who were my opponents in vying for the attention of almost 10 gents. Virgin speed daters, these two fine lasses introduced themselves to me as “good friends”. But by the end of the night they were arch enemies, having drunkenly duked it out over a couple of the guys who they’d known for all of eight minutes.

Hahah! Nope, he's MINE!!!

Hahah! Nope, he’s MINE!!!

I escaped the scene of the carnage delighting in the knowledge that my “good friend” is over in Jordan right now, so there was no chance I’d have to worry about starting my own Female Fight Club. Tyler Durden can stay tucked away for another tempestuous Thursday night! But if you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Don’t say William Shatner! The thrills and spills of Thursday night left the weekend for getting art and about. After a familial brunch on Saturday where I told the tale of my novel-to-be for the ten-billionth time, it was off to Leichhardt to scope the size of the space for the upcoming art exhibition. That in turn led to me getting trussed up like this:

Big Foot the Clown

Big Foot the Clown

And learning the ins and outs of how to fibreglass a blue whale’s heart – the key’s in the dabbing; how to stop your safety goggles from fogging up – take them off; and what to do in an emergency situation when there’s no Malbec to hand – Merlot’s a decent alternative (and it works nicely with blue cheese). I also got my elbows out today and fought the crowds at the State Library on the final day of their World Press Photo exhibition. Some of the photos looked just like Fight Club, only for real. It’s a crazy, crazy world we live in, alright, so I’m going to take a moment now to count my blessings. And pop in my earplugs. Ahh, bliss!