Looking again

I was having lunch today with Painter Girl and Sweetp, and this song from MelC was playing in a background.

My previous experience with faux street beggars in Melbourne aside, I freely admit that there are people who need a helping hand in this world. Although this video is out of sych slightly watch it right through to the end; it may challenge your preconceptions - then again it may not.

My Birthday

How I normally feel about my birthday

I am a lucky person.
I have friends; a lot of them.
How do I know this?
One day out of the year my phone chirps like a cricket on acid - and continues to spit out text and voice messages of birthday well wishes all day long.
I'm not big on big things - I'm big on little things. The constant calls and emails containing variants of the "you're old" theme is a nice reminder that I'm not alone in the world. Thank you all.
The physical distance that separates us is the price we pay for where we are. While the gifts I received this year were all lovely, i have to say that the one thing I'm certain to remember this year was when my friend "Painter-girl" put her arm around my waist, and we swayed from side to side for a moment as we waited to leave Rachel's house.
Because there's nothing as big as the little things.