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Jul. 4th, 2010 09:56 pm
I spend my lunchtimes exploring, chasing butterflies, climbing inside hollowed out trees, in awe of bright yellow buttercups, bright red poppies, following streams, crossing little footbridges, tangled in brambles, and moving my arms out of the way of stinging nettles, brushing the greenfly away, trying out every path way. Where does it lead? Did I go this way before?
I've recently been turning adjectives into adverbs, and trying not to make up too many words.

In Tagalog, the same word can be used as an adjective or adverb, but mostly, that isn't the case in English, so I needed to figure out what adverb each adjective could be transformed into. I found William Clark's An English Grammar Systematically Arranged, and parts of it seem almost like a poem to me: A list of adverbs not ending in ly.

Spending time staring at adverbs, led me to start reading Daniel Handler's novel, Adverbs, and here is a random quote from that: "Maybe she needs both," the woman said, "an apocalyptic boy who draws."

I do, I do.

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It was Friday and I had wandered through the fog to get to the tram-stop, and it was thick enough that it felt like even Brunswick was only half there that morning. The sun eventually appeared and through the glass, and through the knights on horses, created rainbows on my keyboard.

I sat by the sea and ate lunch, and a person passed by on a unicycle, and I noticed the rock said, "woo", and the sea made me feel dizzy when I looked at it, and there were black stars in the sea, maybe starfish, maybe crabs, maybe fish, I'm not sure, but black and mysterious. I always end up with sand in my shoes.

Some train stations I passed on the way back to the city: Hampton, Brighton Beach, Balaclava, Windsor, Richmond.. (I don't pass Eltham, but the name still amuses me ("Elf-am"!))

Later that evening, in the Edinburgh Castle, a friend asked me what the weirdest thing I'd ever done was, and I couldn't think of anything, and maybe I've never done anything weird. Maybe that's the way it has always been.
Skyweed
Skyweed.
Zombies will apparently shuffle along the streets of Melbourne on Saturday May 9th 2009 at 1pm, starting at Carlton Gardens. I hope to be a zombie, but what kind of zombie should I be?
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Due to it being St George's Day, I had an urge to play with the knights and dragons that surround my desk. I'd let the dragon win, of course.
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A butterfly flew by as I paddled in the sea during my lunch-break.
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As part of my job, I had to decide whether God was a person, a concept or a thing.
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I think I saw a wishing well out of the train window. Perhaps at Hampton.

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