That Damn Couch

Posted in today with tags , , on 23/01/2012 by mujo

Today someone called to buy the couch. Oh yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning …

I have a thing for starting over. Moving to new places and starting from scratch. And the cleaner and simpler that new start, the better. As a result, I pack light.

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Hair Free and Happy

Posted in today with tags , , , on 20/01/2012 by mujo

Today I shaved my ears. It’s a little routine I’ve gotten into doing – about once a week – to preserve my mental health.

No, it’s not because of that little baulk some people do when they see a guy with hairy ears. If you don’t know what that looks like – and I’m hoping you don’t – imagine speaking with someone who has just realized that odd smell isn’t coming from their own arm pits.

Mmm, tasty.

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The education of an Australian palette

Posted in food with tags , , , , on 18/01/2012 by mujo

How can you tell the Australian in a posh restaurant? He asks for the Soup du Jour of the Day, and the Pie à la mode with a scoop of ice cream on the side.

True. True.

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Reading in the Toilet

Posted in truth 101 with tags , , on 17/01/2012 by mujo

I read in the toilet and I’m proud of it.

Once upon a time it was the cause of much anxiety. Even shame. But with counselling and an indulgence in certain prescription medications I’ve come to accept this odd aspect of my psyche. Nay, I embrace it.

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First : About Truth 101

Posted in truth 101 with tags , , on 16/01/2012 by mujo

I’m going in a new direction in 2012. Perhaps it’s already evident in the first couple of posts this year …

No more advice.

No more wisdom.

No more preaching.

I’m not sure what that all means, but what I’m left holding are snippets of my life with a story telling spin.

Not always funny.

Not always pleasant.

But real (ish).

It is what it is.

(And the irony of giving it a classroom-sounding title hasn’t been lost on me. Cheers.)

Music, Wine, Rhyme

Posted in today, writing with tags , , , , on 13/01/2012 by mujo

Today, for the first time in way too long, I sat down with some musician friends to make a song. God I’ve missed it.

We writers tend to go into our dark, little holes to bang out our words … wait for our muse … draw doodles in the margins of the page … or whatever, depending on the mood. Point being, we’re alone.

It’s for this reason I hound coffee shops, looking for a window table nestled gently between the view onto the street and that of the patrons. I’m still alone with my work, but it’s tempered by evidence of life. Thoughts of self-flagellation tend to be dampened down somewhat. A good thing in and of itself.

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Closet Creamers

Posted in today with tags , , on 12/01/2012 by mujo

Today I was lamenting my dry hands with the girls at work.

“You’re like my husband,” said one of them. “He refuses to use hand cream – even if his hands are so chafed he’s in pain.”

Some of the other girls, the ones who know me a little better, laughed.

Why? Because I’m as metrosexual as they come concerning my hobbit hands. I’ve barely started one tube of rejuvenating hand formula before I get started on the next. My desk is lined with them. Should I use the lavender and shea butter this morning, or am I more in the mood for avocado oil with added bioflavonoids?

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