What are you afraid of?

by Matthew Campagna

I’m afraid of, well obviously, Fridays! I’m not alone there. Since releasing the song, I’m Afraid Of Fridays, I have found that it’s a shared sentiment. I have received plenty of feedback from friends and fans that proves this and they’re not all drinking-related.

Friday is a day for expectations and a day of potential let-downs. Friday is the day you vowed not to spend the rent money. Friday is the day you double-booked yourself, because you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be alone. Friday is the day you feel disappointed with your week’s achievements. Friday is the day you reward yourself for a week well spent. Friday is the day you want to go wild, but hope you don’t go too wild! Friday is also the day of letting yourself off the hook. A day of letting bygones be. The day to turn your attention on yourself and listen to what you need. A day to break routine. A day to breath a sigh of relief. A day to dress up. A day to dress down. A day to reflect. A day to think less.

Although it’s still just a day of the week, Friday is a day to be feared and revered. Whether you worship a god, or believe in nothing at all, it is a day of tradition and ritual. It may only culminate in the form of a regular laundry day, or the day you walk your dog for longer than ten minutes, but there’s no denying that Friday is a day that sets itself apart in some fashion from those other six.

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yo yo yo

by Angie Hart

ho ho ho… how? how? how? did it wind up so quickly to the week before christmas?

well, so be it. i am ready for whatever the holidays may throw at me. BRING IT ON, I SAY.

as far as is possible, i have crossed my ‘t’s and dotted my ‘i’s on the list of things to do in one year of living.

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ain't got no photos

by Angie Hart

it doesn’t matter, does it? i have a love/hate relationship going with my camera, lately. mostly with the battery, which i refuse to replace, seeing as it is still pretty much new.

most pictures i have are of the indoor variety, either on stage or holding a beer (off-stage behaviour) and looking generally seedy. i’m a bit sick of those pictures, so until i have some more highbrow things to share with you visually, i will refrain. i am not blaming the subject matter of my photos on my battery, as that would be a little transparent and i may get called up on it and find myself without a valid retort.

we’ve also seen enough of my shoe collection (this is also not my battery’s fault).

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deviously distracting the delicate

by Angie Hart

am i freezing? yes i am. but, it is raining and i am full of joy.

since our second car was stolen last week, i have been walking home from my yoga classes, which has been a great time for reflection and to just chew the scenery.

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just the usual unusual

by Angie Hart

hey all!

It is another chilly melbourne evening and i have just arrived home from a meeting at my yoga centre about starting a community perma-culture garden.

i am, more often than not, finding myself in situations unusual to my usual habits.

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search for the known

by Angie Hart

ho hum. here i am, sitting at home… sometimes on the porch, even though it is all of a sudden freezing cold in my dear city of melbourne. touring is done, for a while, and i am changing gears with the changing of the seasons.

sounds idyllic and, at times, it is. i do admit to hitting a flat panic when i arrived home and forced myself into an unnaturally slow pace before i was ready. you can’t tell the mind and body how to feel. you’d think i knew that, and i do, but i tried to go against nature for my own convenience.

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pictures of you

by Angie Hart

hey all,

another photoless blog.

once again, i am feeling that tingly sensation in my gut, and it’s not something i ate. i’m about to propel myself back out into the world of touring (starting next week!) and i am sensing that something ominous is at foot.

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ican'tphoto

by Angie Hart

a belated welcome to ihartangie.com!

i was waiting for my lost photoshop program to reappear, so i could post you some lovely pics with my latest lot of waffle. if i wait any longer, it’ll be 2009!

i had my computer cleaned up and reworked, as it was running like a glob of molasses. hence, i did not post whilst it was giving me grief, nor in it’s absence, and not when i received it back, running like a racehorse without a saddle (ie. missing iphoto, the link to my blog site, etc.).

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baby steps out on the town

by Angie Hart

and that it is… or always seems to be. i really wasn’t kidding when i wrote, ‘and now i’ve got to start all over again’. life is just a constant beginning.

wow, i’ve started off at the deep end here in this blog. all i am saying is that it always seems new and i am always learning… good and bad… and that’s good, right?

i think so. it is definitely keeping me young.

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la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

by Angie Hart

and exhale…

i am sitting in my dressing gown with laptop on lap. it is four in the afternoon on a tuesday. how lovely to be able to just veg out for a day. well, to work at home, without needing to bathe, dress or speak to a soul. it ain’t pretty, but it sure is good.

it’s just been non-stop!

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