
define('DISABLE_WP_CRON', true);{"id":2451,"date":"2010-06-10T10:12:04","date_gmt":"2010-06-10T00:12:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/?p=2451"},"modified":"2010-06-10T11:57:16","modified_gmt":"2010-06-10T01:57:16","slug":"some-things-are-better-off-unread","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/2451\/","title":{"rendered":"some things are better off unread"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block;margin-right:auto;margin-left:auto;\" alt=\"image\" src=\"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/wpid-1276128569104.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p> &#8220;I found a book of your poems&#8221; my mum tells me, out of the blue. <\/p>\n<p><em>Oh. My. Gosh. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN??<\/em><\/p>\n<p>My mind races, working harder than my team on a pressing deadline. I think back over all I&#8217;ve ever written that passes off as a poem. Like a near death experience, I can see flashes of every embarrassing love poem, hate poem, woe is me poem, funny poem, abstract poem and serious poem I&#8217;ve ever put together. (That awkward girl at the back of Art class? yep that might of been me). <\/p>\n<p>Calmy, I reply &#8220;Oh? Poems?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m hoping that it&#8217;s not one of the 100 diaries I kept as a teenager. I&#8217;m praying that she didn&#8217;t read it, though I know she already has. She&#8217;s been &#8220;cleaning&#8221; which means a totally different thing when you&#8217;re a mum, you see. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yep, you got 29 out of 30. A high school project, I think&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Crisis adverted. <\/p>\n<p>She hands me a stack of stapled paper and snort at the hand made &#8216;book&#8217; of poems I collected for Year 8 project. <em>Phew<\/em>, nothing in there incriminating apart from a strange drawing of a horse and badly typed verses of The Man From Snowy River.<\/p>\n<p>I have mountains of old school stuff to sort through, report cards and letters from girlfriends (and boyfriends). But those diaries, <em>those<\/em> diaries, are probably left unread at this point. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I found a book of your poems&#8221; my mum tells me, out of the blue. Oh. My. Gosh. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN?? My mind races, working harder than my team on a pressing deadline. I think back over all I&#8217;ve ever written that passes off as a poem. Like a near death experience, I can [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2451","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-anything-everything"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2451","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2451"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2451\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2455,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2451\/revisions\/2455"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2451"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2451"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2451"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}