So you thought you could dance?

There are many questions that keep me awake at night. Why am I here? What is my purpose? Where are my pants?

Then there is The Question. The Ultimate Question. A question that I don’t think I am qualified to answer.

Who would win a dance off – David Bowie or Mick Jagger?

Methinks its just too close to call. While I have a heavy Jagger bias,  Bowie’s outfit counteracts that. Still…I think I am leaning towards Jagger by a nose (lip?).

What do you think?

Please donate to the Victorian Bushfire Appeal

www.redcross.org.au

For everyone who’s been affected, I’m thinking of you.

Yesterday morning, after I had returned from another brave attempt at navigating the streets of Bundoora in a car, Krystle informed me that it was already 36 degrees at 10am. Being the geniuses that we are, we decided that was nothing for it but to drive three hours away to her parents house in Wangaratta, home of a  swimming pool and air conditioning.

We were lucky to make it through and even luckier to make it back. The Hume Highway was closed yesterday afternoon when a bushfire burnt through, and was only reopened this morning.

Hume Highway 08/02/09

That was what it was like driving back to Melbourne today.  It was eerie.  Then we got to Kilmore and both sides of the freeway were charcoal. Off in the distance we could see where the fire had burnt up to the houses, but had been fought off by the owners and the CFA.

It’s been a miserable weekend for Victoria. At least 76 people are dead and over 700 homes are destroyed. For what little it’s worth, the CFA have done a brilliant job, and frankly, I would forgo my $950 from the government if it went to them. There were men fighting fires today even after their own had been destroyed – all voluntary. Those guys are amazing.

You know what’s the worst though? The utterly amazing sunsets that come after a bushfire.

Mental Athletics

You know those books that are just an absolute struggle to read? You’ve always wanted to read it, but it feels like you’re running a marathon and you’re only half way through?

The Picture Of Dorian Gray was like that for me. Normally once I start reading a book I will see it through to the end whether I like it or not (it feels disrespectful otherwise) but I had a few false starts with this book. I’d been wanting to read it for ages, (the only other Oscar Wilde I have read is The  Importance of Being Ernest) and was not expecting to find it so difficult.

Like a true marathon, I persevered and I’m glad I did. Does anyone else have this problem? Possession was the same for me – I really enjoyed it but man it was hard work.

Anyone else have this problem? Or more to the point, anyone recommend  a book for me to read and recover from all this extra mental activity?