Sundays, I like them. They are quiet and slow not like the mad pace the rest of the weeks always brings me. I’ve sat here today watching a movie and then buggered off with the little one for some mummy and kiddo time which involved me playing hopscotch and clambering all over the playground with him at school. Their slide is awesome! Big kid? Hell yes

Then home to settle into fucking about on illustrator for a while. This part of my course is a headache. At uni I’m on a Mac so I have to learn all the shortcuts for the programs which are different than the PC set up. Annoying but a good skill to pick up but it means lots of time spent in all the Adobe programs learning them inside and out. It leaves me little time for my own fun in them for the time being.

Oh yeahs and I watched Alice In Wonderland with the kiddo this weekend to…. most fucking excellent. Burton has yet again delivered a fantastic childhood story into something fantabulous

I’m sat here watching world war three slowly break out in the Kiwi Kink group I deal with. You see as kids and it’s still in schools here there is a compulsory aspect of learning some of the maori language and culture. I don’t have a problem with it. I love language and culture and that flows through into the art history I love to absorb. Culture and languages fascinate me. There is a huge spiritual aspect to many as well which also resonates. We can learn so much from other people and their cultures if only we open our hearts and ‘listen’.

Instead I sit here and watch people bicker and bitch  in an online forum about something as silly as a member writing in a language that is part of New Zealand culture.

I’m …  for want of a better word, disappointed.

Casts, creeds, race and religion,
Culture, scripture, pictorial mother nature are all the very similar
They are phonetics like alpha and awe caricature
That we are all the same red when scratched or when required:
They are all in the same plane of earth
Only dimensions and appearences differ