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ripleytalk

2008-08-08T20:47:00.001-07:00

crafts, cars, morning walks

2008-08-01T06:12:00.000-07:00

I've been away from computerland for a while now, hence my absence.
This is because I set up a studio for myself and I've been very arts-and-craftsy of late.
here's some photo's:

this is a nightlight i made as a late bday present for rachel.

also, our car has been full of troubles. the other night we (me jesse pablo) had an EPIC TANTRIC GEARHEAD episode with her. She was dying around beds and flooding and finally gave up, after which we tried to roll her down this big hill... and just had the same dead car - except now we we're at the bottom of the hill. It rained as we walked home to get advice from steve (our neighbour who knows all about cars), it rained as we walked back... we all got in the car with the utmost faith that steve's advice would make the miracle happen. the car said I DONT THINK SO.

she was heaps cranky. not cranking. WE were cranking. WE were bouncing up and down, screaming pleading, humping that hunk of stubborn machinery until our muscles burned and our throats got husky. and then the battery died.

well.

the key turned and the engine gave this lazy buzz. i didn't care. i held the key there as if i wanted it to buzz itself to fire or something. i don't even LIKE driving cars. i love my bike. i love biking at night, all black, imagining i'm a flying ninja.

here we were, wet, with only this miserable moan from the flat battery... until GLORY! a little zZJWEWw! (as some little lost current pulses through... yes baby... come on, come on... we start again, stroking the dashboard, giving her all our energy, talking sweet sweet intimate love magic come on come on you can do it do it we love you oh oh ZZZWEWwww... yes, stay with me, stay with me...

AND SHE SCREAMED TO HIGH HEAVEN! RUBBER BURNED! WE SCREECHED OFF INTO THE NIGHT!!!

(so skip the bits where the car died again and we had to push it around a parking lot in the freezing midnight hours, and also the fact that the car's battery is fucked now and i'm ignoring it for at least a week - )

me and her's got a connection now. i won't call it love. but anyway. i still get hyper talking about it.

(tanx to jesse for making the threesome such an awesome experience... and pablo... for laughing so much. and petrol money. i'll pay you back man, swear.)

FINALLY...

i love going for morning walks with ripley. i love small details of the world caught in the first sunlight...

gogogokarts

2008-07-19T00:35:00.000-07:00

this is some bits from a letter i wrote to a special friend of mine, cuz i know she might be reading this...

i'm so glad you're checkin the site, sometmes i wonder if i'm just talkin to the wind, so it's nice to imagine someone will read it, then i make it extra special...

i learned english as a child, so its all good, but its not my first language, and sometimes I feel a little estranged. not so much from the people around me even, more from myself, from my own culture, from a big part of WHO I AM... i feel sad about that sometimes.

but i guess its worth it hangin out with rad lovepeoples like yous!

i'll put up some stuff of our mad day with go-karts! today was really nice, jenna came over, we got some alco and went to the oval and raced around with the gogogo-karts. whooooooooooo! and it was nice and sunny with spectacular clouds. ripley even joined in, with her rad pram (that some precious friends gave us present) hahaha. she was actually asleep, but that doesn't matter, i raced her around, trying to keep up with the zippers on their buzzmobiles... anyway, i'll put some photos up. and yesterday megs was here, and we went to this other little park. swings and stuff. sylvester came with, he loved it, running around and shouting at trees. the sunset was pretty.

of course you guys are with us in all these experiences. so many times we have these deep moments thinking of yous, and getting real passionate and whatnot.all the best thoughts and feelings for you STRAIT from our hearts. (yes i know it's spelled 'straight', but this is the kind of straight that has no time for unneccesarry g's and h's) strait. love you.

man... yeah. so, um, i guess i'll get on it with those photos and stuff. 'm trying to cut down my computer time to have more family time, so it's quite whambam with all the rounds i have to get through.

***
rounds and rounds of sunshine fun.

i like it when friends come to visit...

2008-07-12T06:57:00.000-07:00

Rachel and I are pretty much housebound at the moment. I mean, I do get out, but I wouldn't exactly call a run to Cole's for some milk and nappies a great adventure.

Last night Pablo and Jesse came by, we played cards, made up our own rules, Pablo tried his hand at some advanced finger-slapping techniques... actually, not advanced... more like, um, basic... was very frustrating for him and very funny for us (I'm holding my thumbs for you Pablo), and watched videos on youtube of people doing funny failed backflips.

Yeay!

inspiration scav

2008-07-09T06:41:00.000-07:00

can't brain today, have the dumb...

I've never liked snorting things. thank god it probably prevented me from doing something silly in my wild days. Like snorting chalk to make the classmates laugh. Today I snorted decongestant, and my nostrils are still burning.

Also, my keyboard's batteries are flat (wireless), so excuse me if my words come ot lke ths. i jst cnt look p evry fiv secnds to see wher lettrs ar misng. Yes, I did that for effect. Can you tell I'm bored? I should probably go blow my nose.

Rpley has a cold today. This is officially her very first WORST DAY EVER. She has had a hard one I'll tell you. Snotty crusty puffy the works. She stares around her as if radiohead monkeybears are swooping all through the room. Her eyes are glazed. Her tongue lols out. She whines in her sleep. It really breaks my heart.

Well, this is winter. Let's get it over with.

SSSSnifff. That was a very slimy sniff.

Anyway, here's some pictures I like, cause I don't really want to write any more:

Mattias Adolfson

2008-07-05T01:21:00.001-07:00

how to make a parki treasure map

2008-07-04T07:56:00.000-07:00

parki is anywhere. parki is everywhere.
the parki is where we turn our extra-ordinary life
and everyday places into playworlds for our imagination...

Every month, a parki treasure hunt is secretly set up in the parki.
It takes a whole month to move from one puzzle the the next, to discover all the treasures and solve the quest.

The parki treasure hunt is a party, where everyone plays together -
to solve the mysteries,
to learn the craft of their magic treasure objects,
to feast on delicious treats they discover on their journey,
and to reach the fulfillment of their quest -
find the mysterious "parki parti" - a place of rad love and fireworks.

To make a map of the parki treasure hunt:

1. YOU ARE HERE - X
Where in the parki are you NOW?
Mark this location in the centre of the map. From here you will explore...

2. Move to a new, secret, fascinating, wonderful location. Note the details of your location on the map. When you find a place that is tingling with enough magic details, it is good indication that treasure is nearby... Now, lie low, look and listen very carefully...

3. At every secret treasure spot, there lives a creature... the parki has no field guide, so get ready to spy with your little eye... the creature waits for you with some trick and treat surprise.

If you meet such a creature, try to remember as much of it as you can so you can ad important things on the map - such as "beware:purple stinging tentacles" or "friendly, likes to swing you around - fun!" Some creatures like to make drawings of themselves and will even pose for pictures, so have a camera handy.

4. Trick or treat... you will have to engage the creature in some form of play. This is the only way you can be proven worthy of the treasure. Parki play is made-up play.
It's a monkey-puzzle adventure. It's where YOU decide how high you wanna jump, fast you wanna swing, how many balls you want flying through the air... however wild your imagination needs to be. Sometimes I like games like "waiting for the kettle to boil", other times, I like "windmill crazyleg bundubash". Just make sure you note the name of the game on your map.

5. Treasure. Parki treasures are nifty. Parki treasures are pretty. They make you go WOW and feel kinda special. You see it and you know how much fun you're gonna have using it. How much better your life is now. And... you just love to look at it. Look at it, feel the dreamy twinkle in your gaze... and say... wow... It adds a nice image on the map as well...

***

When you've drawn the details of your treasure-hunt experience - the location, the creature, the game, the treasure - you are ready to move to a new, secret, fascinating location. Follow same steps (2-5)...

And so create a route, from one game to the next.

AND REMEMBER:
YOUR QUEST IS TO FIND THE PARKI PARTI
where all the creatures with their tricks and treats and treasures come together in a fantastical climax of rad love and fireworks.

*you will solve the quest much better when you involve some friends - more people drawing and sharing treasure map details - more chance that you will find the parki parti.

**have fun.

lost and found

2008-06-29T09:12:00.001-07:00

I always feel a bit sick when spring-tide is low.

To keep my mind distracted, I try to imagine myself a beachcomber on the shore of time. I slowly track through memories - flotsam exposed by the ocean drawing away under the dark moon.
I pick up little scraps, some of which are mysterious forms. It's hard to distinguish their origins...

These are my secret treasures.

Fragments of memories for the month gone by:

waking up before dawn, riding my bike to spend
cold mornings in a carpark,
sleepless nights waiting for Ripley's arrival -
making stories of treehouses and forest creatures,
watching my winter garden sprout to life,
looking for the kangaroo in the park with big-bursting-belly Rachel...
also - i finally handed in my visa application!
friday the 13th - still no baby!
and then: it happened -
the bloody ordeal of labour
the wonderful heroes of the Mercy Women's Hospital,
Rachel's brave tearful face
Ripley's slimy wax head popping out...

Rachel's full moon birthday party,
Sexy jazzy jams in our lounge with wonderful food and most potent chocolate cake EVER,
rad love family friends... lots of letters to people back home...

The raw and deeply emotional expressions of Ripley...

There has been lots of little poems in my head.
Lots of words that taste like cream soda lollies
words like silver butterfly kites
like lullabies sung by a gorilla bear-man.

I've become a power-transformer-beast-man. I've re-organized the house. I'm mr. Handyman, Mr. Housewife, Mr. I will rip you limbs off if you give one harmful look at my baby...

How to change nappies
How to dance and sing a baby to sleep
Making electronic lullaby-songs
Sleeping next to a little alien, a small small person squeeking and whining in her dreams. I mumble back in my own improvised baby babble tongue... sigh, and drift off in my own dreams.

It's been a big month. What goes up, also comes down. But God is in the details. And that's why I keep them together in a special place. They are the ingredients for the alchemy of my soul.

And now my soul is waiting for the turn of the tide.

***
(images are linked to their original creators)

smile...

2008-06-25T05:39:00.000-07:00

welcome to the batcave

2008-06-23T06:53:00.000-07:00

Ripley is sleeping on my chest as I sit here typing this. I've got her wrapped to my chest in a sling-ama-jing that we got as a present for her birthday.
She's as content as a little tigermonkey soaking in a tub of honey custard.

For her, I'm an extension of her own consciousness, I AM her, my heartbeat and breathing vibrating against hers, the music and sensations of the world around her blends into the being that is all in all HER.

I think every person has a transformer inside, and the MOMENT this creature is in your arms...all systems activate - power up!
I feel like a gorilla. A bear... with gorilla hands. And mane of fire, like a lion.

Ripley is a little monkey. She loves playing. Her lips are starting to bend into the shape of a smile, her baby alien eyes contentedly taking in what's happening around her. She has a very happy bubble of love surrounding her, and she knows it. We dance with her, we sing to her, we beatbox, we bounce. Her little head sways side to side... she yawns...

She's got expressions passing on her face that seems like she fully knows the pain and extreme stress her mom had went through, like she carries full knowledge and emotional wisdom of the experience... i guess it takes a while to make her understand there's warmth and love and protection to go with all the suffering and freakiness. And her face and body are so automatic, raw and true in expressing all of the emotional complexity that she has to deal with. I just stare... raw energy flows out of me like blood from a shotgun wound. My only response can be to let the truest purest love flow straight out of our souls into hers.

("Kiss the girl" from the Little Mermaid is playing on the computer here. We are emotional fluffballs, it's the worst case of puppy love. It is a land of green ice-cream castles, gorilla-giant-bear-people, swings, twinkles in twilight and crystal rainbow willowtree magic firefly waterfountains jewelfishes happiness.)

We're already forgetting... seems like some passing horrordream of blood and screaming, bursting and moaning that is called LABOUR. The happy chemicals are kicking in. Rachel is healing slowly and surely. I know that there's a stronger bond now between me and her that I've ever known... anyone who has held someone's hand who is wrestling in an underworld of pain with death and life and all sorts of things... lying in exhausted stricken silence... while brave brave Dr Albert stitches and stitches and stitches, bloody soak cloths piling up on the table next to him... thank god for hospitals.

You'd think you'd need some sleep after all that...
This is the wake-up call of life. Gorilla-Bears on a mission. Dancing around the clock.

But there's plenty of times to take a little doze. Like sleeping in school... swimming forms of dreams start... then my one eye opens involuntarily, my ear reaches out from my slumber... her breathing... her groans, croaks, squeeks, sighs. A tiny body learning to cope with all the basic functions, digesting and poopoopoopooing round the clock with all the winds and hiccups that goes with it. I've got to go outside to stare at the trees in the night and breathe...

ripley

2008-06-19T17:44:00.000-07:00

Holding your friend's hand while his leg is getting amputated is one thing...
I was looking Rachel in the eyes while the Ripley was cramming her way through her mommy's most intimate bits. We howled. The little alien wax head burst out of Rachel's fanny while Rachel screamed like she was angry or in pain or something. I was watching the strange little head that looked very much like a human baby's head... it really looked like a baby... just like a baby... it CAN'T BE! IT IS!

Little kung-fu eyes, barks like a monkey, loves to swingdance.
Conjuring magic with her (very) tiny hands, singing in her sleep.
We are like gorillas, with a little baby owl as a friend

a little alien
blown out of the airlock

day of the wannabe

2008-06-12T02:15:00.000-07:00

sunrise: i wanna be a tigermonkey.

tigermonkey can stretch bendybendy
is light like a birthday balloon
moves like soundwaves
breathes rainbow air with balloon lungs
and drinks little riverworlds into his body

...also has magic bowl and spoon for eating
rainbow custard with berries
(which ignites the brain with hyperfuel sparks
and makes body go into fly mode)

teatime sun: i wanna be guerilla ninja,
flying out into the day.

guerilla ninja
likes flying foxes and bike chases
scouts the fringes between urban and wild environments
knows everything that grows
plants seedbombs to crumble walls
marks and makes secret routes for missions

midday: i wanna be master bing

master bing
is master of voodoo trashworld
turn wasted scrap into treasure
pretty nifty gifts tools and stuff
makes people go WOW...
(also makes filthy money)

sundowner: i wanna be
tai-chi gardencook(alias guerilla ninja)

tai-chi gardencook [special skill: dance kata with six magic arms]
makes food from garden and forest
cooks most delicate orgasmic rainbow custard with berries
and many other feasts unprecedented WOW

twilight: i wanna be a tantric-shaman

tantric shaman
with musical mantra magic
for dancing electric magnetic body vibes
(also performs "miracle of creation" with Mother Earth as "Papa del Sol")

night dreamtime: i wanna be parki

parki is the playworld in my heart
it's the child that explores with imaginative fascination
picking up all the scattered bits of magic moments and memories
weaving them together in the mosaic of dreams
dreams that take form like strange creatures born
in the fireworks of full-moon festivals

***

2008-05-29T02:52:00.000-07:00

i am making this post up just for the sake of making a post.
my days have been spent making roadkill origami.

one of these days, rachel is gonna look at me with an expression i've never seen before,
and that will mean i wiil need to go:
"hey, this is really real now, this is it..."

and then, i know where the hospital bag is what car is steve home what maybe this will it start hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

and i know most of the things but only then will i find out what the cervix REALLY does
and how rachel will wrestle the pain
and i will forget the pictures of coffee plungers and socks with grapefruit and tissue papers...

all i can do is howl and groan like i'm singing along
and make sure her hips don't pop out
and catching this bloody alien baby

we called her ripley and right now ripley is wriggling huge inside rachel's belly
maybe getting the sense of what it would mean to turn and move through that
pulsing tunnel of flesh and juice and most intimate squeezeness of love
ripping a crown of thorns through that sacred passage

a real little person... or WHAT is it?
this thing that doesn't see like you see or know what 'awake' means
who are you ripley?
i think i know ripley like i'll know her forever
but i also know every moment will be a surprise.

i'm writing this watching the clock cuz i'm trying to get to bed earlier these days. i have this gig to sit in a carpark and tell people that they can't park there. It's for a specialist clinic. I always check which specialist. So I can know it's their urine. Or their hearts.
Theses are not great ways to pass time, but I try my best.

I also read, and it makes me dream a lot.
These dream end up as snippets, fragmented memories,
and I only stumble upon them once i travel the same road again...
like yesterday i found a tea-tree blossom that fell from my bike the day before.
Connecting fragments of dreams end up like strange origami patterns
across the walls of my mind
fragile, light...
(too light to translate into words anymore)

i like the sound of my fingers hammering though,
it's more the music of the sound these keys make for me than the actual words that end up on the screen.

i'll mumble off edfihkjwern,mnvdnmjnkdfsalkjefwfadsfadsfadsfasf

i'm afraid of midnight snacks

2008-05-20T04:57:00.000-07:00

at first i thought: the toilet needs a scrub.
i opened some windows.
i looked for wet laundry under beds.

today we figured it out: a rat has died in our wall.
in the wall in our kitchen.
(the smell doesn't exactly arouse the appetite.)

we're burning incense as if trying to please a whole arcana of strange gods
strange and angry gods, who sends us 13 plagues of rotten smell.

the other day a rat was sitting in the middle of our lounge, looking a little shaken.
it didn't even run away when we came closer to look at it.
i think it was hiding with us, because them possums climb around in our roof, and they make serious demon noises.

i think the rat might have been killed by a possum.
it's sad. but also very stinky.

***

OMG just found the rat! ugh...
(all i wanted was a midnight snack)

it was behind the fridge. probably shocked to death, eesh.
i realise it's not nice looking at a dead rat, so, rather look at the nifty yellow glove that protected my hand from the manky juices:

by the way, this is a possum on our roof:

they only make those demon noises because they are so cute and they want the other animals to think they're mean.
(sorry little possum for thinking you murdered the rat.)

more spiders and belly moves

2008-05-19T00:23:00.000-07:00

Today i saw our resident black widow catch a wasp
This widow is as big as my thumb. We call her Suzie Q.

Something else that is big:

check the video below - a little shake-a-ma-bowl experiment...

the hoptrot adventure trail

2008-05-17T05:47:00.000-07:00

a spiraling route outwards.. and back inwards...
from inner, intimate, intensive spaces of specialized energy and effort
outwards - through boundaries of the known into the wild, free places, into change
to gather, learn, and bring back to the nest where bodies feed, brains buzz, and life breeds.

starting in the bed - from sleep (dreamy rest nest) -coming out of dreams
into the routines of early morning - breathing, stretching, moving...
into the kitchen, hot beverage and first food for the waking stomach
hot porridge and bananas, yogurt and meusli, fried grains and egg
proteins and vitamins
water, movement, breathing, prayer

work of the day
nurturing, nursing, operating, crafting, experimenting
spying, observing, improvising...

and a break as the morning prepares for the day's zenith -
pause for breath - refuel, carbohydrates, protein, vitamins, minerals
fuel for a fully functional brain and body
to charge for the climax

round two - make it count
creating magic that flows out into the world
consolidating, wrapping, tying the loose ends
harvest the fruit of the day's effort
filling the basket with treasures and wholesome tidbits

returning home
making the communion
giving thanx
dusting the tracks, cleaning the pipes, wiping the counter
reset for the next day to come

log the highlights,
build small monuments of highlight memories
cut and paste the best scraps left over
into a treasured book
next to the pillow...

where i lay my head down for the dream adventure
where i will hoptrot through all these elements
that saturates my life's daily cycle.

on this spiraling route through life's functions
i pass through different dimensions of a simple existence:
the processes of my health, my psyche
processes of my intimacy, my family communion
the process of my craft, my art, my passion, my service
patterns of social transaction, human interplay
the alchemy of my mind, the changing flow of my essence

and i want to pass through all these places
as a dancing explorer
on a fascinating spiraling labyrinth trail.

sunshine, river, dogs

2008-05-15T05:56:00.000-07:00

deus ex machina

2008-05-14T04:59:00.000-07:00

maverick is a small huntsman living in our house.

he is being bullied by the daddy long legs...

we were looking at this picture:

(which happens to be on one of my other blog posts * for some reason i will not get into right now...)

but suddenly, it was as if tom told us: look! maverick, behind you!

Maverick was being spun into a cocoon by an evil daddy long legs!

I was just in time to save him, untangle the web and now he lives in our bedroom, where there are no daddy long legs.

I would have done the same for any of my friends.

swan gangsters

2008-05-13T03:52:00.000-07:00

we had a picnic in the botanical gardens today.

we thought we'd treat ourselves with some mussels and cream cheese.

(later we had some stomach troubles. not funny.)

i love the textures and patterns of trees.

the swans in the park are like samoan gangsters or something.
they simply walk up to you and take your bread.
i almost had a fight with one, but it gave me a look as if it wanted me to try,
so i thought the better of it.

(you might see how careful i am of the swan behind me...)

what's it worth to you?

2008-05-12T06:54:00.000-07:00

Imagine slippery stones across a river, someone asks you to run over...
What's in it for me? might be your first thought.

Maybe just the thrill would inspire me to leap across, maybe I want to make my friends think I'm adventurous and brave!

Now, we move to the top of some ridiculously high spot on a skyscraper. You can see a beam stretching across to a building nearby, spanning across the dizzying heights...

Someone asks you to walk ...come on... to the other side.

What's it worth to you?

I would do it for...
(man, i don't know, can i slide over on my bum?)

for something you can have in life, something you can do...

If someone offered me a place where my house or land wasn't owned by someone, if I could build my own house there, grow trees, grow food, live off the land, share the place with some good life-making companions, creating a place where children can play and learn, growing wise and strong... without a doubt. I think I would even attempt a nervous scuttle to the other side.

I value autonomy.
I value community above socio-economic status.
If I can see my wife and child having happy and healthy lives along with me...
I value spiritual and creative inspiration more than material wealth.
I desire to play as I work.
I desire to be in nature, discovering, in motion, and for my life patterns to constantly evolve.

What things in this life are worthy of my potential undoing?

highlights of today

2008-05-11T06:16:00.000-07:00

Ripley had hiccups. it was little beats in Rachel's belly.
I cleaned the kitchen, it's back to normal, it's inviting.
I walked through the Darebin Parklands, it's wonderful how it recharges my mind and brings some motivation into my brain.
I love the yellow leaves on some of the trees.
We got a pile of books from the library. i feel like a new world has opened up for us.
I ate a lovely meal at lunch. I fried two eggs with rice, mushrooms, spring onions, tomato and tomato paste. It gave me good energy and vitality, I did not feel the slump I usually experience through a day.
My favourite book is about fantastical creatures in nature. My imagination resonates with it. I want to go exploring and find these little pixies and things in the wild. I think I will make my own book about creatures in the Australian bush. Dreamtime spirits and creatures.

I've had Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid play in my mind all day. I even studied the lyrics, I was so into it. 'when the sardine begin the benguine it's music to me...'

I've prepared my blogs and I'm inspired to go on photo missions and make pictures every day. It's a real good channel for creative expression and it motivates me t be more active and productive.

Right now I'm reading around on the web to find inspiring thoughts on how to approach life as a child in play. How to I make a living with all the economical and social pressures that the world throws at me, while maintaining a pure sense of freedom and unlimited possibility, passion and imagnation. To see more, click here...

the belly

2008-05-10T19:43:00.000-07:00

observation, improvisation, design...

2008-05-09T13:48:00.000-07:00

Observing - patterns in nature, in society, in my personal life.
Improvisation - a readiness to respond, to interact.
It means learning on the go, conceptualization through action.

This two-way process of observing and interacting is how my design for life adapts day by day. Design should be dynamic, flexible, open-ended...

My design process at the moment is focused on multi-functionality.

health,
home-making,
intimacy,
operations,
ecology,
community.

To serve one function means serving other functions simultaneously. If it makes me fitter, happier, if it serves other people and serves the environment, then it is a multi-functional activity worth pursuing. The key is to make sure the main needs are still served as highest priority.

Main needs:

Health - served by good nutritional food, but also by healthy movement, active routines, outdoor adventures. Our health serves each other and our baby's health.
The health of the Ripley is served directly through personal happiness, happy food, and happy touch magic.

Home - a sensual and soothing bedroom to sleep, dream and renew energy. Creative space to be productive. Clean and sustainable kitchen. A room for our baby. Sustainable routines (e.g. doing the laundry regularly so it doesn't pile out of control).

Intimacy - loving touch magic, attention and care, as well as an inspiring environment to interact and live in. All actions should work within the flow of personal loving service through deep soulful acts. Even if it's just in the attitude things get done in.

Operations - Work to have food, grow enough food in garden to become self-sustained. Work with creative media, making inspiring gifts to make poeple go WOW.
NB: need to make money. Make money MY way, by working with passion and skill.

Ecology - improving the health of the earth. Bottom-up action, starts with the home, extends to local environment - and so on.

Community - give love to close friends, show them how much we value each person for who they are. Help carry each others burdens, serve each other where the need is.

So, my observations are focused on the processes involved in these main functions, and how to engage in activities where these functions are served at the same time.

Gardening

Gardening helps me be healthier, it clears my mind, it provides food, it improves the ecological systems around my home, it turns into growing gifts I can share with my community.

Recycle Craft

Making functional objects, toys, sculptures, collages, etc from recycled materials. This means I recycle, thus serving the environment whilst cleaning my home. It also inspires others to care for living things and improving their environments. I engage in a creative activity, improving my mind and health. I create gifts that would inspire people and make them happy. I can sell them and make money.

Blogging

Allows me to organise my ideas, share my life with family and friends, provide a channel for creativity -motivating me to write better, go out and discover things, have experiences worth sharing, taking photo's, making pictures, etc.

Observation means having a keen awareness of how daily routines serve multiple functions.
This is my focus for this month - improvising and playing with processes that becomes multi-functional.