Soft Mysteries

People are mysterious. Complex beings composed of cells, tissues, humours. Its more than though. The mind I think is a terrifying place. I barely know what goes on in my own head let alone some one else's. I don't think I would want to know in the first place. Thus we can never truly know anyone. Perhaps we can never truly know our selves. No matter how hard we try. Ok this is depressing I am not going to talk about it any more.

One of the most sensual moment's I have ever seen on film was not in a romantic movie, well I suppose that depends on how you define romanticism, and those kind of catergories are fluid, but anyway. It was in "The Last Samurai" a movie I enjoyed despite my disgust of Tom Cruise as an actor. It is just one shot in the whole film, when a Japanese lady begins to put his armour on. It was breathtaking.

I wish the spastic Auckland weather would make up its mind and decide what season it wanted to be. I swear my friends and I are cursed. The days surrounding the day (on both sides) we plan to go to the beach always seem to be fantastically sunny, yet on the proposed day its always raining or windy and overcast. Or all three. Some people have taken this that plans are a waste of time and it is spontanaeity that is needed.