sailorette’s diary - a diary writen by a sailorette for her loved ones to read after returning safely home from sea

It is my last week at digit. I am project managing myself. This means I have time to read short stories such as Guts by Chuck Palahniuk while simultaneously sucking down a quickly melting strawberry tropical calippo.

A BAD combination.

I finish reading. Breathe.

My head feels very cold. I stand up from my desk and feel like a penguin is tap dancing up my spine. After my body has normalised itself I’m left with this strange feeling. A feeling that I am, slowly, turning into a boring person. So slowly, that its like glass, a liquid that moves so slowly, you’d never see it move in your life time.

And i’m reminded of the quote from the man himself,

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

Boring is for people who have lived life. They can be boring. Some boring people are the most interesting people I know. This is another form of boredom. I’m sure God lets this type of boredom slip his black list.

I am not one of these people.

I would write more, but I feel I might bore you.

Hello digiters and digitees,

It is with butterflies at my fingertips and
a skipping cd-track that I write to tell you
all that I will be leaving digit late July.
My plans are to experience the ‘other’ side,
and set forth as the first interactive designer
to step inside Topshop’s offices and lead their
new website.

I would like to say that all of you are people
that I would classify as ‘the best ones’, the
really good ones. the ones you listen to over and
over, and are still good. You are the oldies,
the classics, the rock and roll greats, and the
new ones that will stay and be remembered as the
really really good ones.

So before I start to babble a complete load of
metaphorical nonsense, I’d like to invite those
of you who are still reading. to join me in a
GRAND PRIX go-karting race to mark the last day of
my 3 years at digit on Friday 21st July.

xwillow

Hello little miss Martha,

I’m starting this one off with a song - “I can’t help falling in love wiiiiiiiith you”. Now why is it that the majority of songs are written about love. nn said to me it is so much easier to add meaning to a song when its about love, than say, a bottle of half empty coke on the coffee table.. that is unless the half empty coke is a metaphor for lost love. Love and song are a very good match, the sirens sung to make men fall in love with them, elton john writes songs to make others fall in love with each other and so on. Songs make love and visa versa. And this leads us on to…

KAREOKE! The word karaoke means the song without vocals. The origin of this genius is thought to come from a small bar in japan which was too small to fit a band. The band recorded their music onto tape and the singer would sing along.

Anyone reading this most probably has sung along to their favourite band, while driving in your car, or with mister mop or miss hairbrush, in bedroom abandonment. It is liberating. I have to be careful, for I find myself singing aloud to my ipod while cycling home. Not exactly a very comforting sound for a passerby - my screeching voice, sirening out of the darkness, signaled by a red flashing light.

The japanese are crazy for this, and devote alot of attention and development to create such technology as the tsuushin karaoke, a midi compatable machine, and james bond stylee places such as this. My one regret about visiting tokyo was that we were on the brink of visiting a well known karaoke tower, which could have been here, or here. So when the chance to go here arose, i was not going to let screeching bonding antics get away again.

I’d like to take a Discovery Channel break here and discuss the origin of song. Anthropologists cannot explain why we can sing. Some explain that song came first, then language. Others suggest that singing was a way for our ancient relatives to maintain pair and group bonding. There is something rather sweet about imagining my great x1000 hairy ancester singing to his current squeeze.

And back to the main feature. Well its true. Singing breaks down barriers. It makes the world a happier place. And it really doesn’t matter weather you can hit the right note.The evidence

tunefuls of love
vv