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todayiamadaisy) wrote2006-08-22 05:00 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2006-08-22 05:00 pm
A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein
Do you ever forget how to write an entry? All week I've been thinking that I should write something, but I seem to have got out of the habit and the rhythm and I've been sitting here thinking, what on earth have I got to write about that anybody would find at all interesting? And how would I start?
The family of magpies that has taken up residence in the magnolia tree includes one young female with only one leg, her right one nothing but a shrivelled stump. She hops in close to the house, right up to the back door, and takes a crumb of bread or sunflower seed or chunk of dogfood straight from my hand. Sometimes this means feeding her bossier, more able relatives first, as they are prone to steal food right under her beak. This morning she was sitting in one of her favourite sunny spots, on top of Joan Next Door's shed, when one of the younger birds, one of last year's half-grown chicks, landed next to her and began worrying her stump, tugging it until she moved away, then following her and tugging again. It finally left her alone, and took off to land on one of the other young birds for a tussle.
I think this was the same young bird that sat on the windowsill, peering in at me, the other day. I shooed it away, and it jumped onto one of the garden chairs. Unfortunately, what it took to be a cushion turned out to be a sleeping cat. I don't know who was more startled: the young magpie, jumping with a squawk onto the table, or Miss Pink, waking and blearily swatting at the air above her head.
Liz produced a wad of paper while we were preparing our show today, saying, "I thought you might like this." That's always a bit worrying, finding out that someone thinks you might like, ooh, a forty-year-old comic book on the history of the Catholic church in Australia, but happily, this time she was right. Her husband has put together a list of quotes that he's heard in interviews with football players and coaches. It's not the football bit that interests me, not at all (in fact, I don't know who some of these people are); it's... well, it's this:
Should I be worried that the last one makes perfect sense?
The family of magpies that has taken up residence in the magnolia tree includes one young female with only one leg, her right one nothing but a shrivelled stump. She hops in close to the house, right up to the back door, and takes a crumb of bread or sunflower seed or chunk of dogfood straight from my hand. Sometimes this means feeding her bossier, more able relatives first, as they are prone to steal food right under her beak. This morning she was sitting in one of her favourite sunny spots, on top of Joan Next Door's shed, when one of the younger birds, one of last year's half-grown chicks, landed next to her and began worrying her stump, tugging it until she moved away, then following her and tugging again. It finally left her alone, and took off to land on one of the other young birds for a tussle.
I think this was the same young bird that sat on the windowsill, peering in at me, the other day. I shooed it away, and it jumped onto one of the garden chairs. Unfortunately, what it took to be a cushion turned out to be a sleeping cat. I don't know who was more startled: the young magpie, jumping with a squawk onto the table, or Miss Pink, waking and blearily swatting at the air above her head.
Liz produced a wad of paper while we were preparing our show today, saying, "I thought you might like this." That's always a bit worrying, finding out that someone thinks you might like, ooh, a forty-year-old comic book on the history of the Catholic church in Australia, but happily, this time she was right. Her husband has put together a list of quotes that he's heard in interviews with football players and coaches. It's not the football bit that interests me, not at all (in fact, I don't know who some of these people are); it's... well, it's this:
- "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." - Mick Malthouse
- "I said to him, 'Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?' He said, 'Barassi, I don't know and I don't care.'" - Ron Barassi
- "Sure there have been injuries and deaths in football, but none of them serious." - Adrian Anderson
- "You guys line up alphabetically by height" and "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle" - Barry Hall, at training
Should I be worried that the last one makes perfect sense?