One for the Community
1 March 2008, 07:58
My Bank held an Art Exhibition and Auction this week, which I got coaxed into participating by the organiser - she wanted me to donate a framed photo or two for the Auction. She had some different “artistes” lined up - photographers (like me), painters, collagists (???), jewellers and sculptors.
At the time I thought “between working 4 days a week, looking after a two-year old and feebly trying to sustain a marital relationship, I really don’t have the time”... Happily the organiser offered to arrange the printing and framing (and hell, it was for a good cause) so I sent her through two of the pics - a well-worn duo that I have printed and uploaded to death. Just to shit those who have seen these photos a thousand times, here they are again…
“Hanami”
“Hutongs Man”
Come day of the Auction I was really looking forward to the Champagne Fountain on offer (lush that I am!), hobnobbing with senior execs (‘cos I’m that kind of relentless schmoozer) and basically just having a night off from the regular getting-Scout-to-bed routine. At the back of my head, though, was “what if nobody bids on my photos?”
Of course, at 4am on the day, my guts put in a bid for violent response to Dodgy Pasta (on top of the bronchitis I’ve already had for nearly 4 weeks) and I lay doubled over on the couch for 18 hours - no Auction for me.
A shame, as it turns out one of my photos was hotly contested! Here I was, thinking I’d throw $20 into the bidding war on my own photo (can anyone spell narcissist?) and I would have been seriously outbid. One of the photos went for $300, the other for $500.
I have to admit I don’t think either photo was worth $500 but I forget I work for a Bank and in spite of the global economy spiralling down into a possible recession (don’t start me) people in this place earn a shit load of money… All in all, the Auction yielded nearly $7,000 for our Staff Foundation (funds used for a variety of charities/organisations we have relationships with).
Can you guess which photo went for the $500? I will accept all offers of humouring.
[Bwahahahahhaha ALL WRONG - it was the old dude in the hutong. Seems Bank people are all serious and povo after all!)
Permanent Link | Take a guess! [5]Conversation at the Supermarket...
24 February 2008, 07:08
... between a 4 year old girl and her father.
Girl: Daddy, can I have this? (points to crap deep-fried junk in the cold section).
Dad: No.
Girl: Please???
Dad: No
Girl: Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaase???????
Dad: How many times do I have to say NO!
Girl: Like, 10 hundred.
Dad: Why do you want to eat that crap anyway? It’s CRAP!
Girl: (Solemnly, and with feeling): It’s a religion.
Permanent Link | Comments [2]Love Song of "O"
8 February 2008, 19:24
Scout has a little friend at creche, lets call him “O”. “O” is a gorgeous character, full of boyish charm and an impish grin, and Scout and him have this amazing connection. Whenever they see each other, they run to each other and cuddle, then chase each other around the table. Then cuddle some more, then scream with hysterical laughter, then engage in a little kissing if the mood takes them. They are like Heathcliff and Cathy on Speed. If they had a moor they could dance around on, you wouldn’t see them for literary dust.
Scout has lots of friends but I’ve never seen her engage with any of them like the way she does with “O”. It’s quite beautiful to watch. The other day at creche, “O”’s dad and I just stood there watching them flick the washers up and down on the taps (convenient nipper height) crying with laughter.
“Hello O? O? I’ll be right there…”
Unfortunately we’re not close to “O”s parents which feels weird, as “O” would probably be Scout’s #1 choice for a pahtay guest. They seem like decent people, and we’re on friendly terms with them, but nothing outside creche walls. I hope that changes over time, as the creche director swears Scout and “O” are getting married.
Outlaws, anyone?
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