Miss Independent

I went to a movie on my own tonight. I know, it doesn't sound like something to be happy about, but I do feel pleased with myself for getting over my fear of looking like a friendless freak.

I couldn't rustle up anyone else who was available or interested in seeing a Jim Henson screening at ACMI with me, so decided I'd go anyway.

I picked a seat about half way along the second row from the back, but I admit I was relieved when a couple sat right next to me, without leaving the usual one-seat buffer, so I didn't look like a tiny lone girl island in the sea of couples. The guy even spoke to me, which was nice. And then I spotted other people who were alone and I felt fine.

Go me. I'm so independent.

Warrrrmmmm

I know the weather is generally a banal topic, but it's hard not to get excited about warmer weather after a long, chilly winter (chilly by Melbourne standards!). It reached 23 degrees (celsius) today, which is close to double some of our recent maximum temperatures. And it's going to be 25 tomorrow! Ahhhh, spring!

La la la

I walked through the park on my way home tonight. It was deserted but well lit by the big lights from the nearby sports stadium, so I walked along and sang out loud to the music on my iPod. (Still listening to the Juno soundtrack).

Serendipity, ducks and dumplings

I often seem to discover things by chance, which is perhaps even more exciting than finding something that you have been searching for.

Today I found a song. I recently watched Juno on DVD and fell in love with the soundtrack, particularly the quirky, folksy ditties of Kimya Dawson. I've been listening to it constantly on my iPod for about two weeks.

Curious about the rest of her work, I looked her up on MySpace and ba-bing! She sings a song about being a speck of dust inside a giant's eye, which I'd heard on the radio ages ago but missed the title and artist. Attempts to track it down via Google were also fruitless.

But now I know! And I found out totally by accident! It's called I like Giants. It's simple but profound.

Ducks and dumplings

I saw a pair of ducks on the river this morning, swimming single file and bobbing their heads as if they were dancing to music I couldn't hear.

Tonight I'm having dumplings with a friend I haven't seen in ages.

Have you recently discovered something wonderful by chance? Is stumbling across something unexpected more exciting than finding what you were looking for? What's on high rotation on your MP3/CD player?