SELF-MEDIA ANALYSIS, inhuman behaviour and how some things affect the mood.
The following lines I wrote as soon as I got in from a 1.5 hr cycle and still had not eaten while re-listening to Leo’s address again on fecking YouTube.
I made an ink and watercolour in my kitchen last night, but I only sort of pleasantly surprised myself because we are in the middle of a Pandemic and apart from the lovely much-needed urban silences that now have been thrown upon us – life is much the same for me – as an artist I have been diversifying my entire life in order to try to exist – you should see the lists of jobs I have done – this is not a time to be precious. Prescience. Can you believe that on that usually filthy canal I actually saw a little mouse eating some lettuce. It definitely was not a coypu. It was a cute little field mouse and I heard so many birds singing this morning. Spring is coming to help us all through this. Here’s hoping the weather stays this crisp and bright and sure if it doesn’t…. we’ll deal with that too. I Hope you enjoy these beautiful colours and this beautiful little weaver bird.
TOTALLY NUTS right?
The following lines I wrote after eating my evening meal and sorting out some more cool #selfisolation tricks – like opening the front door randomly pretending someone has called over, ah no seriously, I actually started writing these words below as a Facebook message. I’ve always found the interface of FB so luxurious and welcoming to write in but, wo, wo, what did I say in yesterday’s post? Ah yes, curtail, curtail curtail only Twitter and your own Website. You’ve just got to curb your enthusiasm for the anti-social media, the anti-home school – no more lockdown luddite here. I’ve got to get with the program and figure out teaching online and stop piss-arsing around. I managed to hook up my laptop to my TV so I’m practically euphoric. Now I can work from the living floor and eat on the living room floor because my table is full of lots of other crap I do not wish to notice.
Say herro to my little weaver bird that appeared by magic in my messy kitchen last night. It sort of came out of the stress of thinking about the entire world having to communicate only online and always indoors and trying not to think about #zeroselfemployment while #selfisolating (which, by the way comes second nature to a very extroverted introvert!) Yes, indeed when life throws you lemons – give IT the finger, not the lemons (sure they’re only feckin eejits) Looks like we will have to learn to channel the rage – I’ve been at it for years…it gets easier folks! It can sometimes be frustrating, other times highly rewarding and believe it or not, in a patchy way, it might eventually even become lucrative……so today I ignored the pandemic and went to the phoenix park, how beautiful, how sweet, the pope’s children alright, jaysus!
In Dublin city centre. We stay away from each other like the viruses we are……….
I question myself all time but the funny thing about this horrendous time – I am learning to trust my gut. Take my own advice. So I’m self-isolating and SELF-ADVISING. I turned off notifications on my WhatsApp groups as the funnies at different times of the day and depending where I am in the city, on my bike or walking and what and who I am looking at are not so funny and seem trite and smug and oh, everything is just mad, mad, mad.
I didn’t listen to or watch any news today. I worked from home. I took breaks. I went outside and basked in the joy that is colour. I worked. I walked. I talked. I chatted to another neighbour. While it is worrying, very worrying what is happening or could be happening in the world, we have to trust that the leaders, health service workers, the shopkeepers, the drivers will all mind the less fortunate than ourselves.
Time for a well-earned glass of wine and lo, just another lovely message from a friend abroad. #TechnologyHelps even though it does suck too. #PhotographyHelps too. Tomorrow’s self-isolation lesson will be photo-related.
Here is the Little Weaver Bird song by Molly Drake – I think I would probably interpret this more comically…..you better to fall down the rabbit hole with Molly. I’m listening to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol right now thinking about a special chap who hopefully isn’t full of crap (insert favourite emoji)
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The i in ILLNESS is ISOLATION and the crucial letters in WELLNESS are WE