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Wanting to be heard

So today my diary says its time to write an update for this blog. But I don’t want to. Not today. I have so much other stuff to do: – lots of shoots to plan and schedule staff for, code development jobs to complete, documentation to write for another client, a pc I need to replace the power supply on and upgrade to windows 8 while I’m at it, and several web site projects to complete for clients.

But I am wanting to be heard.

I want my opinions to be considered wise. I desire comments and ego stroking adulation (feel free to comment or retch as you prefer). I have a compelling desire to be understood. Is that bad?

Introspection is sometimes good for the soul; baring it to the world may fall into the TMI classification.

So what am I going to write about? There is so much swirling in my head at the moment. I am mightily pissed off at Channel 9’s coverage of the Olympic games (#firstworldproblems). I am very much looking forward to an upcoming family holiday in Tasmania and then an unexpected trip to the States in November. I am enjoying my running again for the first time in probably 12 years. I’m looking forward to doing a half marathon and maybe more in the next few months. I am researching and reading heavily in social media growth, business use and how to harness and use this for my clients and myself.

I’m probably not going to write about any of these things right now – I prefer to be coordinated and structured in my writing and at the moment I’m still swirling – vacillating between opinion and fact, gathering data, thinking, perhaps overthinking, analysing and mulling.

Take what you like from this, or nothing at all, I will be back with something more useful later.

Have a great day! Here is an image i really like taken at the park on my cell phone – as I relaxed with my two little girls.

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She Is

She relaxes in my arms

She opens up to me

She is

My wife


2010-02-13 Private Collection 029 - faceShe dresses up to please

She undresses to seduce

She is

My lover


She listens to my words

She wants to know my fears

She is

My friend


She slips her hand into mine

She spends time with me

She is

My companion


She is

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Bedroom Poem



Silken hair

On the pillow

Cheek cupped in my hand

Steady heartbeat

Light caress



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The Project Managers Birthday Party

It was meant to be a secret, but like all office secrets people knew something was happening. Little clusters of people standing around a desk looking at a screen broke up and walked back to their own desks when someone came near, whispered conversations in the photocopy room and the inevitable smoke break with one of the non smokers saying "I'll come out for some fresh air".

Finally the news was broken. There was a major project being planned. It was going to involve a select bunch of people who were part of the project team and privy to the specific details, but the overall project was at least no longer a secret. An interoffice email went out from the internal communications manager and overnight a bunch of project flyers were put up on walls and doors.