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You will love these women

One of the best things about the interwebs, I think, is the sheer volume of sensational women hanging about the place. Here (in no particular order) are a few that I love/admire/LOL at regularly/cyber-stalk.

Maureen Johnson (@maureenjohnson)

Pretty sure I’ve blogged about Maureen before. She’s a young adult fiction writer from New York (author of Suite Scarlett, 13 Little Blue Envelopes, Girl At Sea, Devilish and lots of others). I don’t remember how I stumbled upon her blog, but I fell in love with it before I read any of her books (which are also ace), which to me signals somebody who really gets it. Maureen is BFFs with the internet and social media, and clearly knows a) who her audience is and b) how to talk to them. She is also a Twitter (@maureenjohnson) and Facebook machine. I can’t count the number of author blogs I’ve read, but out of all of them – Neil Gaiman’s included – Maureen’s is the only one I check into on a regular basis. She is so, so funny – go read. Go!

Natalie Tran (@natalietran)

Natalie Tran is the very clever and funny Australian girl behind Community Channel on YouTube. She’s loltacular. I can’t say much more than that really, just watch this video. (For some reason WordPress isn’t letting me embed video today. Rude.)

Robyn Wilder (@orbyn)

Robyn is a longtime blogger, fellow Domestic Slut, highly entertaining and insightful writer and all-round pocket rocket. I had the bittersweet pleasure of getting to know Robyn just months before leaving the motherland to come home to Oz. Shocking timing, but better late than never.

You need to read her blog. Especially this post and this one and definitely this one. Oh gosh, and this one, which is fucking hilarious. And this one, which nearly made me cry. (Me! Stone-hearted me!)

The other thing about Robyn is that, like most of the bloggers I’ve met IRL, she is absolutely bloody lovely, and as funny in person as she is in print. Not to mention a human storage facility of excellent writing advice. (Oh get me, I’ve come over all gushy.)

Sian Meades (@sianysianysiany)

Siany is the clever kitten behind Domestic Sluttery, and one of the few people I know who don’t just have great ideas but actually act on them. I feel this is a pretty crucial part of the genius process.

Sian is that friend you have who, while you’re writing a book, has actually sat down and written one (and I have the memory of a celebratory hangover to prove it). She is gutsy and able in a “Who says I can’t do insert notoriously challenging activity here?” way, and rapidly becoming an online force to be reckoned with. She’s also fantastically fun, great to get drunk with and a brilliant Hay Festival camping buddy. Oh, and she made me a Domestic Slut, so I love her.

I also want to mention the other Domestic Sluts, who are all great writers and mavens of cool. Special places in my little bloggy heart for  Gemma Cartwright and Jane Bradley, who make up the original five sluts. Both are fabulous in a real way, not like “Oh, those shoes are fabulous” but “Oh god, look at all the amazing stuff you’ve done, it hardly seems fair that you’re also rather pretty and nice.”

Gosh, I’m going to get some serious hits for all these repetitions of ‘slut’.

Margaret Nelson (@Flashmaggie)

Margaret is a marvellous broad, and I mean that in the best way. She has about a million blogs (okay, four) including one about death, one about clouds, one for her own art and one about… erm, everything else. Oh, and she also writes some great pieces for the Suffolk Humanists and Secularists site. I guess I just really like her because she’s a brilliant example of someone who refuses to shut up about humanism and secularism, even though there are so many people who wish humanists and secularists would just shut up or go away. Or maybe it’s more that god-free types aren’t supposed to be passionate about atheism, we’re just meant to be stoic and roll our eyes a lot. Either way, she’s not doing it and you can’t make her.

Danielle LaPorte (@DanielleLaPorte)

I am new to the brilliance that is Danielle LaPorte. Full credit to LC Hammer (speaking of fabulous broads…) for introducing me to White Hot Truth, now a regular stop for me when I’m in need of creative and entrepreneurial inspiration. I like her a lot. And I like her summary of White Hot Truth:

“for freedom fighting and love. for conscious business. for ruthless compassion, everyday life as art, and in praise of simplicity! for affluence (all forms of it) and passion that persuades.”

Lately I’ve really enjoyed her pieces, 11 Slightly scary ways to become a better you, How to apologise and 11 Tips for dealing with criticism.

Good excuses for recent nonbloggery

Excuse #1

I have been MOVING.

Not just moving interSTATE. Not just moving interCOUNTRY. Not just moving interCONTINENT. Not just moving interHEMISPHERE. Not just moving interPLANET.

No, wait. Go back one. I was moving interhemisphere.

Excuse #2

I live in Australia now. We don’t have the internets. I’ve had to borrow one from New Zealand just to write this post. It needs to be back by noon tomorrow or there will be a late fee.

Excuse #3

My laptop was stolen… by a PIRATE!

Excuse #4

The escalating excitement in the lead-up to the latest Harry Potter movie made me nervous to leave my house in case I fell victim to a geek stampede (or started one), so I haven’t had much to blog about. Now that it’s out in cinemas and all the people who can’t read know that Dumbledore is dead, I feel safe again.

Excuse #5

I got a score of 255 playing Paper Toss on my iPhone. That took some work.

Excuse #6

MasterChef.

Excuse #7

I’ve been back underground in the recording studio, rocking and rolling and whatnot. Takes me like three hours just to get cool enough to walk in there in the morning. I have to spend at least forty minutes of that time making John Travolta faces in the bathroom mirror.

Excuse #8

10 albums

Inspired partly by one of those Facebook note things that make the rounds every so often and that I never get around to doing (think it was DJ who tagged me – thanks!), and partly by the fact that I just saw The Boat That Rocked and I’m feeling in a very musicky mood, and partly by the fact that it’s 29 minutes to  midnight on day three of Blog Every Day April and I still haven’t blogged for today… I give you, in no particular order, ten albums that helped make me.

1. String of Pearls by Deborah Conway

First CD I ever bought. I had just won some random singing competition and the prize was voucher for a music store. I was seven. I bought String of Pearls, probably because it was the only album I really knew of at the time, excluding perhaps the Dirty Dancing soundtrack (but I already had that on an extremely well worn cassette), because my eldest sister already owned it (yes, I was unoriginal, but I was SEVEN). I loved it, and still rate it in my top five of all time. Best tracks: Deborah Conway’s Nightmare #347, String of Pearls, Buried Treasure, Someday, Release Me, It’s Only the Beginning.


2. Use Your Illusion II by Guns’n'Roses

Was my brother Josh’s album actually, he used to play it all the time when I was about seven or eight, which would have made him about twelve or thirteen. I think I started liking it to be cool, but then really loved it… and eventually stole it from him and pretended I didn’t have it so I could keep it forever. It’s still in my collection, and the liner notes are in pretty bad shape. Best tracks: Civil War, Don’t Cry, Yesterdays.

3. James Taylor Greatest Hits

Anyone who doubts this man’s brilliance deserves a disapproving frown and a haughty tut. Best tracks: All killer, no filler. But if I must choose just a few… Fire and Rain, Sweet Baby James, Something in the Way She Moves, You’ve Got A Friend (though obviously this is Carole King’s genius on loan), Mexico, Carolina In My Mind, Only a Dream in Rio… oh, I see what I’m doing here. Okay, ALL OF THEM, alright?

4. Whatever and Ever Amen by Ben Folds Five

My third favourite band of all time. I listened to this album over and over and over and over (like every other album on this list I guess). Ben Folds is so very clever and funny as a songwriter, and that he manages to pull off a song like Brick alongside a song like Song For the Dumped says a lot about him and the band as performers. This album is close to perfection, IMO. Best tracks: Again, I have to say all of them. Major stand-outs, though: Steven’s Last Night in Town, Smoke, Battle of Who Could Care Less, Evaporated.

5. Queen Greatest Hits

I don’t think you need me to explain this. I don’t think anyone, ever, needs to explain this. Best tracks: Oh, come off it.

6. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill by Lauryn Hill

Has this brilliant woman put out another album since Miseducation? Can I request that she does? Best tracks: To Zion, Doo Wop (That Thing), I Used to Love Him.

7. The Sweetheart Break-In by Supreme Music Program

Did you ever watch Will & Grace? Do you know Megan Mullally, the chick who played Karen Walker? Do you realise she’s a fabulous singer? And really, achingly cool? The Sweetheart Break-In is a bit of a rarity and absolutely rocked my world when I was about fifteen. All quirky, superbly chosen covers, performed live. Best tracks: Ruby’s Arms (Tom Waits cover), Surabaya Johnny, Scarlet Ribbons, I Remember.

8. Recurring Dream, The Very Best of Crowded House

My absolute favourite band of all time. Best tracks: Distant Sun, Into Temptation, Private Universe, Mean to Me, I Feel Possessed.

9. Song Review by Stevie Wonder

Controversially, I think there are as many misses as there are hits on this two-disc collection. But I love him, and the hits well and truly make up for the misses. Let the lynching begin. Best tracks: the usual suspects I guess… For Once In My Life, Signed Sealed Delivered, Lately, I Wish, Superstition.

10. Pieces of You by Jewel

I know it’s not really fashionable to love Jewel, but I do. I actually liked her second album, Spirit, a lot more than this. But I got Pieces of You when I was about 13, so around the age that I started writing songs, and here was this girl who lived in a caravan and wrote all her own tunes, and was effortlessly cool and seemed to have a lot to say. I think she might have influenced my lyrics a lot back then. Best tracks: Who Will Save Your Soul, Foolish Games, Painters, Little Sister.

 

Which albums would make your list?

5 Thoughts I’ve had this week that prove I’m turning into my mother

1. I wonder if I’m getting enough vitamins.
Are we meant to actually take vitamins, or is that a fallacy created by big business pharmaceuticals and perpetuated by women’s magazines whose job it is to make us feel bad about ourselves? I can’t decide. Today I attempted to drink this Vitamin Volcano smoothie thing from Pret. Didn’t like it, and don’t feel like I’m bursting with sunshine and health.

2. I wonder if I’m getting enough hours of sleep.
Eight? Six? Five? Five and a half? Four? What exactly is the ideal nightly amount? I am on a constant quest to find my own perfect sleeping-to-waking ratio. Sometimes I can function for days on only four hours a night, and I become convinced that four hours is my optimum, and start to cram in loads more to-do list items to fit in my brand new 20-hour day, and get a bit full of myself, and start looking down on all the suckers who need a full eight hours in order to go about their humdrum lives. And then on the third or fourth day, I forget to wear shoes to work.

3. Sammie Lesbot didn’t reply to my text message. She always replies to my text messages. It’s been several hours. She must have been hit by a car, or kidnapped, or stabbed in Tesco. She must be trapped under the tube.
Actually when you think about it, it’s an amazing feat of cerebral athleticism, leaping straight from reality, OVER rationality and logic, and landing effortlessly on top of unfounded panic without even breaking a sweat.

4. Hmm, this economy thing sounds bad. I am a grown-up now. This could possibly affect my lifestyle in some way. Nonetheless, I am going to buy some new boots and this very nice purple coat. Ooh, look at that iPhone. WANT.
I got both my financial prowess and indefatiguable shopping ability from my mother.

5. Hmm, this road seems clear enough. Although… there seems to be a vehicle coming. Or is it a tree? It’s hard to tell from this distance. Well, I will just wait it out before attempting to cross the road. Tra la la.
Better embarrassingly safe than sorry.

7 Things I’ve realised in the last 24 hours

1. This is definitely the right season to dye my hair red

2. There is a drycleaner much closer to my flat than the one I’ve been using

3. The fact that I allow myself to sleep in until noon on the weekends probably isn’t helping my mid-week insomnia

4. Jersey royal potatoes oven-roasted in aluminium foil with salt, pepper, rosemary and a little olive oil = foodgasm

5. Topshop is much cooler than I gave it credit for

6. Sometimes there are people who just hate you, and you can’t do anything about it, and you shouldn’t bother trying, especially if every previous attempt to reconcile has been met with soul-withering hostility

7. This just in – it’s 4am on Sunday morning and the sun is coming up. I nee d some fucking sleeping pills.