The first exam

Yes, it was today. Possibly might be a clue as to why I am writing lame posts about being a cult leader - at least that can be aborted, if neccessary. Anyway, it was the cataloguing exam which I have been moaning about for...ever! Cataloguing is like, for librarians or something - it is SO boring. Whenever I heard a story about how librarians got into fights about cataloguing it would bring such joy to my heart that I soon would be one of the kinds of people who fight over interpretations and details [of how to order books on a shelf - yeah right]. I wonder what it is in me that means I can tow the line on something like cataloguing interpretation, yet produce controversial waffle about the film industry - oh yeah i remember, its cos I care about the film industry.

So currently being on the path of exam hysteria means that I have decided to do a bit of visualising of my future. Being a hard core nerd about it, I am not content to merely see these things in my head and daydream. I tracked down some photos and added my face into them. I am not showing anyone, but have included a pitcure of a french horn. Anyway, visualisations are keeping the panic at bay - the hysteria however has taken full hold and cannot be abated.

An average weekend

I learned the truth of everything on Saturday night.

Thanks again must go to Priscilla. You rocketh the world Pris. By the way I am listening to the music you gave me - thanks, is great. I am going to send you some of the music I listen to for study - not as pop though - hope you'll like it.

The truth, by the way, is taught by many people - you just have to open your ears to it. I am learning to know the truth, but its really hard, particularly when its happening inside me and I can't see it properly.

I am an embryonic cult leader.

Study techniques

I can hear the silent ringtone.
You can hear it here. It rings three times. HA!!
ps. clicking on the above link will take you to an advert. It will probably put adware on your computer. I warned you.

Panic

Which is more panic inducing? The fact that my first exam is on Monday or that my mother lands on Melbourne soil in 36 days?

I don't get into all that My Space jizzy jazz, although I appreciate those who do. I have no need for movement, noise and marketing - sheesh this blog is barely enuff for me to contribute to. Anyway, I have been searching the Space for people I know and have come across a couple. They are listed below in relevant linkages.

Thanks for the invite!

Thanks Rohan for the info about the screening. I wonder if I can sneak over and not feel guilty. It would only take a couple hours out of my study schedule. If I'm there, I'll be the woman nervously yet outlandishly twitching up the front because undoubtably I would have forgotten my glasses and would also be rehearsing my learned thoughts in a silent, yet gestured way whilst watching the film. Multi-tasking is the key.
I am obsessed with the future of libraries today.
Anyone want to come over and hear my learned thoughts in a not so silent way? I promise to make cataloguing really fascinating with some interpretive dance. C'mon, it will be fun. It make chai on the expresso machine!

Exams and parties

I have nothing to say actually. This morning I am collating all specific references to the Information Cont. Model from my summaries. Study is driving me mental and so the time I am using to write this post is of course time wasting. How time can be wasted is beyond me. Although I am not even remotely recovered from the limbo years from 1995-2000. I'll eventually forget. Anyway, just so everyone is aware, the concept of infomatics is supported by conceptual tools such as models, which are based on one or more theories.

There is a lot of this stealing of other people's ideas and making them a picture and calling it your own in the world of theory. I guess that is what life is about. Not very caring and sharing today. My communicative actions through this technology are effected both by facilitative actions in aversion as well as the over riding need to fulfill purposes of enjoyment and awareness at not only an individual level, but at a societal level over time and within memory-storage attributes. Far out I have an ENORMOUS ego.

Angry woman.

I am an angry woman. There are so many reasons to be angry that to name them would make me weep with frustration. What can I do with this emotion that sits like a torpedo in my chest. I recollect the feeling of swallowing anger and having it burn under your ears and in your throat. How can this anger sit beside my smile so well. It burns. It hurts. I have lost so many things. I wish I could lose this anger.

arrgh, I grated my thumb!

last one for today

I told you it was hysterical Thursday. I cannot do anything at the moment. I have been cutting and pasting with the pretense of study and summation for about 4 hours now and have only done five pages. CUT AND PASTING. I have also made almond bread, low sugar nut slice and written a couple of blog entries. SO fair's fair eh?

Anyway, that is not what the last one for today is about. I just remembered right then when I was staring at the screen that says working conditions, listening to Salmonella Dub and chair dancing, that I was told the other day of a theory about Google world domination.

Apparently Google has been buying up what is called dark optic cable. This is little used fibre optics around the world. Why do you reckon they might be doing that? To create a new internet maybe? A Google internet perhaps?

And just for the sake of it I am going to textually pout because no one is commenting. Perhaps I am not saying anything worthy of a conversation?

Also...

Realised yesterday that when YouTube went down to 'make changes' was the time when deals were being wrangled with Google. Am compelled to check changes, but don't have time. Unless it is relevant to record keeping as a profession. Right now.

Stop worrying..

Its here. Its back. Two and a half weeks before exams and the day before my presentation, the sty in my eye has returned.

Its nice to know that when I think I might be feeling stressed, my body reassures me with a 'little' physical irritation. PROOF.

Ah chop suey.

Hysterical Thursday

I have ranted on the subject of university essays before and I am about to do it again. Let me ask a question first: is it more important to show you have an understanding of the subject or to have an excellent grasp of the english language?

I am back on exemplar work. Yes, my friends it is essay time again and I have been handed another this morning. There is yet another despicable example of writing, again flagged as an exemplar. And I am completely hysterical today, as well as nauseous and panic stricken. OH GOD I'm gonna RANT.

Examples:
1. How can someone write , "This is important." as a start of a paragraph? Of course "This" is the subject matter in which I will not divulge for fear of my examiner finding this blog before I sit my exam. Anyway, on "this", well congratulations, you have made a grand statement. May as well have said it was nice. Actually I like the word nice so I shouldn't use it as an example of pathetic English words - well, I am not really - you can substitute any word into the sentence and make it completely dull. This is great. This is significant (another example from the exemplar). This is a big pile of shit that I am writing and I do not know how to communicate ideas.
2. How can people get away with saying that abstract things can 'do' stuff? Information controls government spending? um..sure. I thought the people in Government were making the decisions about spending.
3. AGAIN with the mix spellings. Decide whether or not you are American orAustralian!!
4. Do conclusions not exist in 1000 word assignments?

I would be a horrible teacher wouldn't I? Lucky I didn't study it this year. Although I think that high school children are allowed to be learning this kind of information. I will say it again though - Masters level students should be able to write properly.

I must be doing something wrong. Perhaps the ideas are more important than how they are written. Many of these people would have done a thesis as part of their honours degree. Perhaps it is quite acceptable to write "this is good" and I didn't know because I never did honours. This essay is an exemplar after all.

Just wait until I am a lecturer - or even a Professor.

ps. not a very hard core rant huh? Lost the puff I did - started thinking about chocolate and whether there would be an almond bread receipe on the internet.

So the weather is still beautiful and RTR still shouts out - fifteen years on.

Anyway, I have been sending my mum brief, yet informative emails to deflect the phonecall of panic when she has not heard from me. The first one contained basically only my photo -taken on the webcam two seconds previously. The second was a little more exciting - made a joke at least. Anyway, my mum picks up on my sense of obligation and sends back this:
--Don't stress my darling by thinking that you need to apease me by sending me emails all the time. I will always let you know when I feel you are out of line by not contacting me.--
Out of line on communication. And so I get into trouble by avoiding trouble. FOR FUCK. Actually it made me laugh.
Anyway, I am feeling a little like I am coming down with something. Either it is PMS or I am coming down with something. Being that the end is near, and I am about to start killing small children, it could be that I am coming down with something. My sobriety is looking like a bad decision. Actually I have been thinking a lot about whether or not I am going to drink at the party coming up. I feel so great having not drunk a single lick of alcohol in over 3months, but I also remember how good it is to get drunk - what a release, what fun. The craving is creeping in. More meditiation. I reckon I'l spend most of the party meditating about whether or not I will drink. Of course I am over thinking it and then I will panic and drink to prove I am not over thinking it and I can make rational quick decisions except that that will be a lie.
Enough... tofu and beetroot dinner is over... time for metadata.

How can you...

Sleep with a man youdo not know twice, profess no interest in him at all, except for an occaisional booty call, then agree to meet him, but say you just want company and then get angry and call him a dickhead when he wants to fuck you?
Does it matter that you said you just want company before you go to his house? Can you expect this man to know that you are serious when previously you have rung him for sex?

I hate group assignments

Friday is official rant day.

Why is group work at uni so crippling? Is it because I am a perfectionist, or because I am a control freak? I would not use either of those terms to describe myself, but some of you out there, as those that used to work under me, might have something else to say about it.

Anyway, my latest example of the retardedness of people is that on wednesday's online meeting I said to one group member, "I will see you in class and we can discuss this part of the project" being that she is supposed to be managing the project and I am presenting it. Her response was "yes". Today after class, the normal time we discuss - she practically ran out of the lecture. When I arrived I asked her if she received the files I sent and she said yes. Nothing else was said. What did I do to deserve a flee?

The presentation is due next friday. Who is going to help me?

More personal than neccessary....

Why do we continue to do things that are no good for us? There is this man who says he wants to be with me, but I don't know why. He is confusing and I suspect trouble with a captial T. He makes things complicated when...OH GOD I 've just had a revelation. He's an aries and I just remembered what my Aries friends like to do - make things harder and more complicated than they really are. I think they do it so they can create artificial subtext in order to make meaning in their lives. ps. to all my Aries friends - I say this with love. Anyway, who knows if this is what he is doing really. I love him cos he is all songs and fire, but I hate him cos he is so random and evasive. I let him back in when I told him to leave and now I'm back where I started - with nothing. He sends me sms' and emails and says he loves me and yet he does not show me the love. He shows me nothing. Now, after I forgot him, he is taking up space in my thinking time again. And I let him. I do it. I choose it. Is this what I love about boy love? It doesn't matter what anyone says, I continue to link to him. He makes me irrational and emotional and I cannot stop myself. Lucky. I never see him then.

Why I was jibbed. A rant by LG.

Today nothing much happened although it has been an enjoyable day. I was late to uni and happy for it. When I entered in the lecture theatre I was stared at and my thongs were sqeaking and I was so embarrassed. I mumbled an apology and squeaked my way up to my usual seat. Anyway, I don't know where all my new found brain power has come from today cos I am as tired as the bubble skirt/dress fashion that is apparently gracing our streets this summer. Anyway, I am on fire with all kinds of ideas about how to present a business case on the record keeping requirements of the National Film and Sound Archive. I know how to disseminate information so it is easily understood, and I can present arguments with the clarity and poise that the mighty Steve Bracks has in overabundance (with all the clarity of a bullshit artist though - meh - he's a pollie), and I can type a million miles a second. The ginseng? Probably the chai latte I made for myself earlier. Caffiene is so good for you. Anyway, I want to share the essay rant I promised earlier and in doing so I will be able to build the arguement I am going to present to my lecturer as to why I was jibbed.
So, the essay question.

An article by Orlikowski is provided with this assignment, appended as a pdf file. It is W.J. Orlikowski (1999), ‘Technologies-in-practice: an enacted lens for studying technology in organisations’, February 1999, Cambridge, MA, Sloan School of Management, Massachusetts Institute of Technology. This can be downloaded from: https://dspace.mit.edu/handle/1721.1/2742 .

Tasks for this assignment.

Describe how the author of the article makes use of Giddens’ Structuration Theory.

Describe how Orlikowski’s analysis of the role of technologies in organizations can be related to the ICM. (the ICM is a theoretical model describing the role, capabilites and power of information across space and time - yeah dig it)

NOTE 1: The assignment is 1000 words long (a freaking diaboloical nightmare - who says a discussion of theory can fit into 1000 words?) and must include at least 10 references.

NOTE 2: In case some you who don't know, this is a Masters level assignment, in which there are (obviously) expectations in research skills, critical thinking, and language.

Recently I saw a doc on the uni student intranet which said EXEMPLAR Assignment 2. Now an exemplar is not just an example of good work, it is a MODEL OF EXCELLENCE, such a true and accurate record that it can be used as a master of the work - something which represents 100%

I read this exemplar and my blood started to boil. Here are the reasons why:

1. Secondary references were used to describe and explain the theoretical underpinnings of Structuration when primary sources were available. Why would you use someone else's words to describe what you can get from reading the source material?
   
2. Some key ideas were not referenced at all. As far as I am aware this is called plagiarism. ie: no ref on this sentence:This view of technologies in organizations, underpinned by GST is what Orlikowski terms technologies-in-practice.

3. Clumsy language skills: ie: Orlikowski’s analysis of the role of technologies in organizations, relates to the ICM in a number of ways, some of which will now be discussed.
4. My pet hate =referencing Wikipedia. How can a Masters student reference Wikipedia? And the reference is about the author of the work. So someone else has formed an opinion and our exemplar author has written it down. This was incorrectly referenced as well.
   
5. To make matters worse this exemplar author used ANSWERS.COM to reference Structuration Theory. Now, secondary references are one thing, but internet resources that pull references from anywhere that is barely authoritative is criminal. And to top it all off - this reference is in fact a this website referencing the Structuration article on Wikipedia! Don't get me wrong, I love Wikipedia, its just not a reference that is reliable - particularly in this context. Lastly, this is how answers.com defines itself: a super-reference work that includes an encyclopedia, dictionary, almanac, thesaurus, weather report, conversion table, archive, game center, investment guide, currency converter, newscenter and shopping catalog — and more. (http://www.answers.com/topic/encyclodictionalmanacapedia)
6. Incorrect capitalisation: Orlikowski’s technology-in-practice reflected Normative functions within organizations.
7. Some american spellings thrown in with australian english spellings.
8. The exemplar author references lecture notes! Which is then innaccurately referenced. Now if this was an informal essay that is posted on a discussion list and says that referencing lecture notes is expected, then that would be fine. BUT IT IS NOT.
   
9. I was pulled up on not going in depth with the organisations that Orlikowski describes in the article. I questioned the comment by my marker (there are two markers) and said that I answered the question asked. His reply was to say that indeed I did and I prob could not have done what he said in the word limit anyway. Well then WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE POINT OF WRITING THE COMMENT? Why mark me down for something I could not have done better? The exemplar author does not even mention how many organisations Orlikowski studied, nor how she organised what her theoretical findings were and what they meant. A discussion did exist, but it was so general that it could have been about any author who researches technology (ok maybe a bit of a harsh criticism - but I write 3 paras about it,saying what the orgs were called, and how O organised her findings and what that all meant in relation to information sharing as a whole and I get criticized!)
   
10. I was also questioned as to my referencing ability. When I questioned my marker about it and told him what I had wrote, he said that it was fine of course and he was just making sure i knew what I was doing. Of course i knew what I was doing. So what the FUCK was he doing?
11. We were told to use the MIMS style guide - which exemplar author obviously did not read. I however got penalised for not writing op cit or what ever you write in APA referencing which I still do not know and simply rewrite the entire () again.
    
12. How can this be an exemplar if it is filled with problems and sloppiness and poor standards?
13. How can I possibly complain about my mark when i got an excellent mark,despite lame comments that were not even explained very well?
14. If this is the standard for essays then why did i bother with trying to make mine so great?
15. Last but not least, lets compare final, summative sentences. I know I have slipped right down into barrel scraping and pettiness, but FOR FUCK, I was JIBBED and I am tired. I prob need a comma or two in mine - i have been told by a great authority I have an problem with it.
    So here is exemplar author's:

    Technologies-in-practice is a term incorporating changes occurring across time and space, which recognises human knowledge and action as a dynamic influence in this process.

    
    And here is mine:

Orlikowski's paper demands a new memory of the perception of technology be made across all actions, from individual to societal and contributes to the emerging thought on
the role technology can play in the challenging of traditional modes of power and collective intelligence. (Levy 2001)

Any comments on what I should do? Am I being a snob? Am I being unreasonable? You know that the more marks I get on my written work, the less I need on my exam. I hate exams and I always do shit in exams. Two marks here would mean two less marks on an exam worth 55% of my semester grade.

Creative licence

So it is a blogging kind of day today. Must be studying for exams. Oh yeah, I am.
Anyway, I want to make a point about story writing and memory. If there ever is a story that seems like it is truth, it is not. Even the news (mostly the news), even the documentaries, even the biographies, and of course always the fiction books. Now truth is always subjective and can never be truly known because with truth comes hidden memory. So a story is always a story. I know everyone knows this already, but for some reason I wanted make sure everyone knows my position on it quite clearly. A final note on love and boys: how I feel about a boy is my truth and my story and just like the brother says in the chase scene at the end of Adaptation, it always belongs to me. Stories are just stories, whether they seem real or truthful or not. There is always me in them and my truth and my creativity. Don't believe everything you read.

YOU TUBE WHERE ARE YOU?

Changing stuff? Did you not know that time on the web is infinite and two seconds is forever? HURRY UP YOUTUBE I NEED YOU!

Petabytes, group work, sedition and the Deep Web

I am going good guns with all this blog writing. I am enjoying writing again that does not involve Structuration Theory. My two new favourite things are to incorporate words into the title of each entry that when combined make no sense whatsoever to their linkages. Of course I don't link them, but the use of a title implies that there are links between these subjects. My other new favourite thing is called RBC: random blog commentary. I have been surfing blogger and adding comments to blogs as I see fit. The other day I gave a critique of a boy's need to rant about bad stuff that he apparently does and why he's a rebel. It's fun.
Petabytes: I love the idea of them. They are so huge its mental. It scares me that I have nearly used up my 40 gigs on this laptop and that is only 0.004% of a petabyte.
Group work: in particular having to do it for uni assignments when people in the group are in different states and conflicts and ideas must be hashed out via email and IM. Context and intent are often missing in online collaborations. I am not sure exactly what is meant by people who I have never met. It takes a lot of my effort to be able to calm down when I think that someone is having a jibe. Everything seems to drag on when it is an assignment for uni and not part of a work project you can work on for 8 hours a day or however much time you allocated to it as part of your work schedule. Unrealistic these are - but then again we do not have to do something professional.
Sedition: the new sedition laws are effecting creative expression and that makes my blood boil. I don't know why I am so late on this stuff, but check this article out. Here is a blog on sedition and updates on Philip Ruddock's refusal to look at the legislation, passed in haste last year.
Deep web: I feel the same about this as I do the petabytes. I'm almost breathless with the excitement of information that I do not have access to. Why? Is it cos I love secrets? Who knows, although I am hoping the astrologer I am going to see later this month might help me. At Monash there is a research project that will help bring the deep web out into the public access domain. My question is: as an internet user, do I care? What benefit is there for research data coming up on my google search? Perhaps I am being narrow minded and one of those fade the curtains type personalities. Maybe this means I am old and impatient with sifting through reams of information (how does this idea fit alongside my excitement at tonnes of information?). Who in fact cares?

I have another rant about university essays and standards for post graduate work, but I feel tired from contemplating petabytes, so I will do it another day.

Hair and pills

Now most of you should know that I have a hair obsession. Unfortunately my obsession is similar to my painting style, my work ethic and in fact, my life choices. Sudden, abrupt choices, demi-tantrums and throwing out the old instead of working on the current. It is a habit of a life time. My visual meanderings today was stuck on hair and in particular the trend of female school children to copy Paris Hilton. I am talking a slack style, often with a large quiff-style fringe. Large gaps. I'll see if I can find an illustration. It also kinda Britney. Omigod its white trash. That is why I am loving that private school girls, most often from Jewish schools in the area, are wearing their hair like dirty sluts.
I cannot find exactly what I am looking for. The pic on the right is the closest thing. I looked through far too many Paris and Britney pics now and need a rest.

NOTE: In searching for the right pic for Paris I came across this site: http://www.lookalike.com/lookalikes/paris-hilton.htm
The complete source for celebrity lookalike & impoersonators for entertainment & special events.
The Paris fake is described as: This Parish Hilton impersonator is excellent for corporate events, trade shows, private parties, clubs, fundraisers, & advertising. In addition, you can provide your audience with photos taken with "Paris" as souvenirs. This accomplished impersonator not only looks like Paris Hilton, she has captured the performer's voice and mannerisms as well.
SUCH GOLD!

The other part of this post is about the ginseng pills I am taking. I had to go and get another months supply today cos I live in fear that if I dont have them I will turn into complete mush and/or sleep for the rest of the semester. Who knows what withdrawal from ginseng does to you!? I have an official crush on the health food store guy as well. And so now I believe everything he says. Apparently sugar is the devil (i do believe I was aware of this) however it really affects your memory. My resolve against sugar strengthens and I bought 3 mandarins! Whoa, hold me down. No, I really mean it.

SIDEBAR: Running with Scissors has been made into a film. Do we HAVE TO HAVE ANOTHER BOOK ADAPTATION? Sorry A.B.

Sun, beach and mystery shoppers

The sun, the water, the sand, the men jogging past in shorts and no shirts. Great coffee and terrible tourist coffee. I love St Kilda in pre-summer when it gets cold in the afternoon and the sun sets around 6pm. Thanks Spesh!

I have a mystery shopper job to do on Monday of next week. It is at one of those boutique chain bakeries. I do not do so many mystery shopper jobs because they are usually not worth the time and effort spent on them. But when the novelty outweighs the burden, I'll give it a crack. Part of me wants to redeem myself and have the opportunity to say good things about staff - saying that I empathsize with bullshit corporate bureaucracy that makes secretly catching staff doing something wrong a valid appraisal tool. I also like being on the other side - the customer instead of the employee.

However, I reckon mystery shopping as a strategy is such bullshit - particularly in small shops, manned by less than half a dozen staff. My advice to corporations and Head Office wankers who don't know what it is like to work behind a counter is: get a decent manager, pay them properly, treat them well and let the staff know they are appreciated and then you wouldn't need mystery shoppers to do your job for you. I hate the "catch them doing something wrong" slant to the questionnaires and the focus as a whole.

The amount of money you get as a mystery shopper is ridiculous. I wonder how much the company gets for providing the service. For example: this bakery job - I have to purchase items over $5, more than likely a deal product of $5.95. I will spend 10 mins on getting to the store (which is the most I will spend on travel time nowadays) and 15 minutes checking out the store, entering and being served. I will then spend another 15-25 minutes, after I take another 10 mins to get home, filling out the questionnaire. I get paid altogether $15. This means that I get $9.05 an hour, or if you do not count travel time (cos I suppose since Centrelink expect you to travel to jobs 90 mins away, that the time spent travelling does not count towards your life), it means I get $9.05 for 30-40 minutes of work.

This being said, when I was uber poor, that extra $9-$15 often came in handy for such items as...food. When I was living off a food, travel and entertainment income of $30/week, I mostly only chose food related jobs so I could get fed and get a bit extra. The richest jobs were the real estate ones - $25 for the same amount of time spent. I could buy toothpaste and deodorant then.

On my mind.

I got nothing today. I have done the Monday whinge before so there is no point in re-hashing old news. Cataloguing is for the dogs. Prob said that before as well. I am taking a break from thesaurus construction to write this. Not much going on today. Had a bit of a nanna round lunch time and dreamed of getting married, but having to unload a dirty old wagon filled with wedding banquet supplies donated/scrounged up by a friend. Strange thing was that I was getting married to someone I barely know in real life and did not have sex with in this current dream land. I wasn't sure why the marriage was taking place, and it was not organised at all, but at least I was excited. Then the dreamscape went to shit when I started dreaming about house-mates and house sharing (who knows what happened to the husband).
The sun today reminded me why spring is the time when animals get together and 'nest'. There was a lot of 'nesting' on my mind today - and I am not talking about getting hitched or setting up house with someone. What an insight that no one really needed to know. Tough. If someone is coming to visit me soon can they please bring me some choc icecream? I just need it ok?

I have just had a revelation about editing blogs. I realised that I can hide new information in old blogs, so still keeping them public, but also a secret. It feels like hijacking and feels good. Today is the 18th of november 2006 and I am inserting a paragraph I just cut out of the post I just wrote. I decided not to post it because it is too personal and apparently it is OK for anyone in the whole world to see it, just not my friends. When I stop being so vain and consider that no one actually cares, I may move it back. Somehow I do not think so.

I have lost my irrationality. Maybe. I feel so ambivalent all the time I do not know what ambivalence actually feels like. Maybe not. I still fear and use logic in morality, but I contemplate it with a smile. My neck either does not hurt anymore or is so engorged with anger that I do not know what is 'lack of feeling'. I wonder vaguely if I want this life. This is so selfish, to want disruption so greedily. It is best I leave. Move on, it never pays to listen. In all of this ambivalence I forgot my medocrity. Constant movement with no context, no intent, no feeling. I must use the word erudite because I saw it the other day and love the way it moves in my mouth. The only times I cry now is when I am confused and create a compulsion to muse over decisions. I still have food.

Hunting for celebrity

Today I am obsessed with finding out who else was born on my birthday. Of course I have done this heaps of times before, but today my goal is to find out my life's purpose through other people's lives. And so it feels like the first time. Creepy? Of course there are many ways to research your calling in life: psychometric tests, gurus, trial and error. I just like to take all possibly avenues on board and peruse them all ok?

Anyway, here it goes. Of all the people I found (and the list is fairly consistent across all websites) here are the top five people I share a birthday with:

1. Helena Bonham Carter: love the trash style she has on screen in complete constrast to period roles - a true gemini and one I hold a deep affection and affinity for. This also explains the Tim Burton thing - well at least to me- I have had many a hard core blush/crush on weirdos.


2. Artie Shaw: don't know huge amounts about Artie, but he has two definite coolnesses - his name and his gig. Big band man Artie - love his work.
3. Jewel: Again with the not knowing so much - but from what I can recollect - love the hair as well as singing - is Jewel country?
4. Drew Carey: this one kinda annoys me cos I think Drew Carey is a bit of a tool, but also cool. I cannot escape my gemini-slashness ever! Anyway, Drew is funny and does funny things and has terrible glasses and for this he has my love. Kinda wished he was an aquarian though cos then it would justify his stand off ishness.
5. Joan Collins: of all people to put on the list. Why do i not like Joan? How many times has she been married? How vain is she? How much do I think she represents all the worst parts of me?


So that is it. There are others, like the singer Rosemary Clooney, who incidentally had bipolar, but I do not know a thing about her - let alone can form an opinion.

Does this list help me on my quest for definition? But at least I don't share a birthday with someone completely naff and weird - like Nicole Kidman.



I have also been building up my power database of people's birthdates and times so I can do astro-babble on them when they are not looking. Please give me your information so I can tailor my expression...