Back to back musical treats! If you missed last week's Melomanic Sessions, I pity you, but you can redeem yourself this Satuday at the Musicmatters Festival. Musicmatters, for those of you who don't know, is a group of exceptional musicians, headed by the wildly talented Eshantha Peiris and Sumudi Suraweera, who teach kids to love music. They are also the organisers of the always fantastic
A Thursday think-piece for you. When the world brings me down I like to listen to the words of those who still have the courage to speak out and call for social change. When everything feels hopeless, and I am inundated with stories of rape, murder, pollution and destruction, I like to imagine that there is still time and still things we can do to make a difference. I want to scream out
Vesak weekend was amazing; everything a holiday should be. The weather, after weeks of rain, was sunny and breezy, there was a beautiful poya moon; it was calm, relaxing, inspiring, invigorating and in the end, a close to a chapter of my life that I will always hold very dear. Galle Fort at sunset Long walks under a beautiful moon Comfy beds and great food A hike to
Apologies for this untimely post, there are many bees in my bonnet and just not enough time to deal with them. The spectacle that is Vesak, beginning last year, has now become an annual extravaganza. A splashy carnival of people and lights and money, all designed to mask the very real economic and political fuck up the country is in. My rage is boundless. Vesak is one of my all time
It's back, kids. Our bi-monthly dose of good times. 2nd June (Saturday), 6.30 pm, Warehouse Project. Save the date! This time's lineup features old faces and new.. - Kei - Imaad - Gehan - Svetlana - Kavya - Asela - Not Another Metal Band - Cynosure - Salvage See here and here for previous sessions' videos and photos. Event link here.
Here's something you may not know about me, even after having read my blog for a few years: I'm a Boston Celtics fan. I wasn't always. In fact, up until two years ago, basketball was a sport I switched the channel on. But I met someone, and because in a relationship you have to pretend to like the things the other person likes, I nodded my way through endless monologues about the Celtics until
Today I feel old. Old and sad and tired. I'll let Joni Mitchell tell you the rest.. Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down,
The Avurudu holidays, for which work generously gave us a week off, were sadly uneventful. Most of my time was spent in bed, which though splendid in itself, came up woefully short when compared to the plans I had made to be exploring Vietnam. However, there were a sprinkling of birthdays, bananagram, a near kiribath disaster, a short trip to stormy Galle, a brief sojourn with a French press
Suddenly I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. The word adventure has soured on my tongue. The days are dark and.. you get the idea. So here's a list of things I want to must do this year. 1. Get my diving license Seriously, this one I've wanted to do since the beginning of time, but has been continuously put off for one thing or another. The time has come. 2. Stop reading trashy
If you were to ask me what my most fulfilling relationship over the last 5 years has been, the answer would be, this blog. I recently installed this nifty little widget that brings up related posts, and I've had the best time rereading the old stuff. There is, of course, plenty of cringe-worthy material in there, but as a whole, I'm glad my life has been documented for myself in this form over
The Daily News from a month ago carries this article: Abortions under strict conditions, and it gave me a momentary feeling of, ok, that's a baby step forward. Step forward because it is a big deal for our pseudo-conservative government to consider the possibility that, hey, a 16 year old girl might not want to carry her rapist's baby to term; baby step because you either have to be raped, or
I've started swimming again, in case the title was too subtle. It feels good. Today's only the second time I made it into the pool in 2 weeks. The first day I swam ten 100s, dying each way. Today I swam a few 100s with a couple 200s thrown in. At some point I will do that 1000m, non-stop. Which I find funny. Back in our hey day, a 1000m used to be one set. Back in the day when we were tanned
.. by this post. I'm feeling a little lost right now, and looking for something to believe in, something to inspire me. I read the Bhagavad Gita in college and was enthralled and charmed by the simple truth in its pages. Likewise, something in this post resonated with me, because I was told something very similar a few days ago. I became confused by Hindu morality and realised how
I suppose all my advertising would be in vain if I didn't do a follow-up post for what was a fantastic session this weekend. I'm still listening to the audio from the show as I type this, as I have been doing all day, and some of the performances just blow my mind, every time. First lets talk about the stage. The last Session in Jan had a very laid back, artsy vibe to it. This time around, Asela
The exhibition is happening at the Lionel Wendt Gallery on the 24th and 25th of March, from 9am to 6pm. Quite a few bloggers, including myself (but you don't know me, so that's irrelevant :)) will have their photographs on display, so go check it out. Photographs from last year's exhibition. WMC is also having a film festival in celebration of International Women's Day.