are you a tapper? a checker? a counter? (and want to appear on tv?)

Posted on March 1st, 2010

Sunday’s post on my being neurotic has had a funny impact. Everyone’s been approaching me confessing their quirks. Not in an ashamed way, but in a way that comes with a cute smile that says, “we’re all such funny creatures, aren’t we…”.gsd

I’ve even had a talent scout for Jerry Seinfeld’s The Marriage Ref wanting to get in touch with people who have quirks who’d be happy to appear on the show. This is what she wrote:  “I’m really not looking for serious neuroses, but more quirky things that people do, along with their partner’s response or light grievance with it.” Call Rachael direct on 02 9202 8953 or email your contact details to rspeight@sstar.com.au. Over to you guys on this one…

In the spirit of our all being in this together, below are some more neuroses, names deleted. What are yours? You a tapper? A checker? A number counter? Share….!

Derek Reilly at surfing mag Stab, sent me this from a column he’s just written for the mag (uncanny!):

1. When boarding an aircraft I must walk to the final porthole on the air-bridge, sight the fuselage, identify the model of aircraft (and its potential age) or else it will crash. The responsibility of two hundred lives means that, even if I have a death wish, which I do occasionally, I still have to look – or risk having the blood of innocents on my hands.
2. When I walk, I tap the back of my legs with my feet. The faster I walk, the faster I tap. Running is a physical impossibility for me. Read more

Sunday life: yes, I’m neurotic. Phew, i’m glad that’s out

Posted on February 28th, 2010

This week… I am neurotic

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Now, you might ask, how can indulging in a private personality schism make life better. I’m kind of asking myself the same, but let’s see how this goes.

For starters, openly acknowledging something in yourself that others have long suspected can make life easier for everyone involved. But let’s take this one step further. Acknowledging and celebrating something that we all have lurking beneath the surface – in one guise or another – but that we rarely talk about, can take life to a whole new level of sweetness. Movies and books about oddball characters do this. I’m thinking Juno and American Beauty. We recognise a part of ourselves in the kooky characters, and it makes us smile in belongingness.  It just does. Read more

guest post: how to heal auto-immune disease, by someone who’s been there (Clare Bowditch!) #5

Posted on February 23rd, 2010

I quite love Clare Bowditch.156668-1

That’s her up above. The admiration kicked off when she emailed me a while back after reading something I’d written and she suggested we meet for tea when I was in Melbourne next cos we’d have stacks in common. I love contacting people I’d like to meet and suggesting tea. I love people I’d love to meet who do the same.

She’s also very whimsical.

And musical. She’s recording her next album RIGHT NOW. This tune is from it.

She also has issues with her thyroid. I posted my experiences with auto-immune disease a few weeks back. And now I’ve asked Clare to share:

Weirdest symptoms? A swelling in the throat every time I had a sip of coffee or tea or wine.

Best tip to stick to?  I have a very beautiful GP who kept saying to me, “Remember, your body is your best friend. It wants to help you. Listen to it. Slow down. Life is for enjoying!”. This was the best advice I could have had. She also challenged me to find ways of entertaining and being entertained that didn’t involve wheat, recreational sugar, alcohol, or caffeine, which sounds basic, but I found it a real challenge! Excellent quality fish oil and selenium drops were also a part of my healing.

What’s your philosophical stance? Dicky thyroids are a mystery, but mine got my attention and asked me to be a bit gentler with myself.  The only reason I listened is because it didn’t really leave me any other options. I entered 2010 a much happier person than the one who began 2009. I conclude, therefore, that my dicky thyroid was a great lesson in how to be honest with myself.

I love this advice. Yay, to gentle! And I love reading about other people’s symptoms…it’s somehwo comforting to know yours aren’t the weirdest.

If you have auto-immune, what’s your weirdest?

some shameless “oh, there I am on telly” self-promotion

Posted on February 23rd, 2010

Yumi talks on Ten’s The Circle about who she ran into at Tropfest on Sunday. And there I am.

I kind of like it that I’m in my $40 dress and $3 motorbike boots (I bought them from a homeless man in New York who’d just raided someone’s rubbish) and I hadn’t washed my hair and I’m not wearing makeup and….

Oh, yes. And Elijah Wood bumped in to my left breast minutes after the photo was taken. NOW THERE’S A BRUSH WITH FAME!

I’m a firm believer that the best things happen to you when go lo-fi. You’re being yourself, so good stuff comes to YOU.

how giving up booze has helped us all become nicer people!

Posted on February 22nd, 2010

In case you missed it, I gave up alcohol for February, as ambassador for Febfast.

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The whole concept totally took off, which makes me so happy and impressed with human nature in general. Almost everyone I know took part. Bloody incredible. And the shift in everyone’s behaviour is astonishing. There’s a calmness. An OKness about town.

Gossip terror Ros Reines was inspired to comment in Spectator that the whole of Sydney seems to be on the wagon this month.

A FebFast update: 7200 people took part (I’d double that figure – a lot of people didn’t register) and it’s raised over $500K. Team Sarah Wilson coughed up more than $8K.

Last weekend my dear friend, crime author and highly impressive human being (she knocks my socks off) Tara Moss held a literary salon in her house up in the mountains where most of the room wasn’t drinking. We drank pomegranate juice in big wine balloons instead.

A lot of us have been going to the movies. And doing the Bondi-Bronte walk. And having tea in our gardens.

How’ve you been going? What tricks have worked for you? Below some great feedback from people around Australia. It made me teary….

When I first read about FebFast in Sarah Wilson’s column I giggled with some girlfriends that a whole month without alcohol would ruin me  – well it hasn’t, only two of us signed up but the support and interest from friends has been great. Next year I will really push for their participation and sponsorship, the main benefit for me so far has been such a wonderful improvement in overall health, no headachy mornings, less mood swings, lighter on the scales and better bladder control! Thanks FebFast for giving me a great way to detox after the festive season. I will definetely be participating next year and really monitoring my intake of alcholic beverages from now on. I will also be buying shares in whichever company produces soda, mineral and tonic H2O! Read more

sunday life: so, defriending is word of the year, but does it make life read better?

Posted on February 21st, 2010

So on Thursday I was stood up by a friend. Her excuse was as flimsy as a philanderer’s promise and it was her third last-minute no-show. Sitting at the restaurant fuming into a ramekin of bar olives I wondered if it wasn’t time to defriend.

It’s a concept many of you relate to. I know this because  “unfriending” has just been deemed Word of the Year by the New Oxford American Dictionary, and presumably because more than just a few of us are talking about dumping redundant friends. (Oxford debated whether to go with “unfriend” or the social media-speak version “defriend”; proper English won out.) But my question, as always, is whether a decluttering of your black book – like you might a drawer of kitchen appliance warranties – makes life better. Come take a walk with me on this one.

  • Truth is, I have too many friends. Again, you get what I mean. Our circles have expanded, we’re stupidly bogged down in life admin and many of us have become friend whores, accumulating hundreds (thousands?) of friends on Twitter and Facebook. Exerts call these “weak ties”. We had no idea this would happen when we signed up. But that’s what technology does – it moves faster than us. Now, we’re swamped with weak ties. Read more

do an arm dance on a Friday

Posted on February 19th, 2010

For reasons I’m not entirely sure about, I was transfixed by this – a Youtube post of Gwyneth Paltrow’s personal trainer Tracey Anderson demo’ing her arm workout in the mirror.

She made it especially for Gwytneth and on her site Goop GP says she does it when she’s traveling.

It’s one of my favourite things to do: dance on my own at home. I especially love arm dancing – it gets blood to my shoulders and I concentrate on pressing me shoulder blades back together, like I’m squeezing an orange between them. I jump up between writing spurts and fling my limbs (I have this fear I’m starting to hunch from typing too much).

When you get home tonight, perhaps feeling a bit frazzled after talking too robustly at after-work drinks, dance with your arms like no one’s watching.

Enjoy. It’s Friday. Sigh.

how to own your cliches (in writing and in life)

Posted on February 17th, 2010

Seth Godin, the maestro of idea generation, posted this musing this morning about using cliches to your advantage.

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He starts with the wiki definition:

In printing, a cliché was a printing plate cast from movable type. This is also called a stereotype. When letters were set one at a time, it made sense to cast a phrase used repeatedly as a single slug of metal. “Cliché” came to mean such a ready-made phrase. The French word “cliché” comes from the sound made when the matrix is dropped into molten metal to make a printing plate.

To save time and money, then, printers took common phrases and re-used the type.

Along the way, they trained us to understand the image, the analogy, the story. Hear it often enough and you remember it. That training has a useful purpose….

The effective way to use a cliché is to point to it and then do precisely the opposite. Read more

Guest post: how to heal auto-immune disease (anti-inflammatory foods) #4

Posted on February 17th, 2010

If you’ve got auto-immune disease, you probably have some bloody annoying issues with inflammation  – swollen feet or hands, skin breakouts, sore joints etc. I do (see the rest of my rundown on my crazy wrestling with Hashimoto’s here). I put up with it for ages. Actually, I whinged about it. But did nothing. 48425_6_468

Only recently I’ve realised that I can actually eat my way back from the angry, red, swollen brink. And so it happened – as it does when you start thinking along a certain path – the info I was after jumped out at me. Chelsea Hunter, one of the editors at WellBeing magazine contacted me with the spiel below. She’s kindly let me share her love with all of you.

Chelsea says:

Food is a joy. Food can heal.

I was reminded of this when I read Sarah’s earlier post about how her body often felt inflamed as a result of Hashimoto’s. Only a few weeks earlier I had read an article written by naturopath Saskia Brown about the foods that can help to ease inflammation in the body – a lovely bit of synchronicity I thought. We both wanted to share Saskia’s wisdom with you. Soo…

Anti-inflammatory foods

There are many foods you can include in your diet to help combat inflammation. Including the right types of fats and carbohydrates in your diet is integral to controlling pain and inflammation. Omega-3 essential fatty acids are very powerful anti-inflammatory agents and are found in large amounts in cold-water oily fish, walnuts, flaxseeds, canola oil and pumpkin seeds. Read more

where would you like to wake up?Fifty People, One Question

Posted on February 17th, 2010

I watched this a while back. But decided to dig it up again because it’s so sweet. 50 People, one question: Where would you like to wake up?

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Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo.

Everyone yearns, don’t they.

Although, it’s amazing how many people, when pressed, say they’d wake up where they woke that morning. Being pressed to consider what you’d exchange in your life can see yearning slip away.

Me, today, I’d like to wake up in a sunny loft apartment in New York on white sheets with the scent of a man and coffee lingering. Or maybe I just want to be in an IKEA ad.