One would think that the number 111 (the number of today’s blog) should mean something, You know, all those ones in a row. In numerology it is apparently a message from my inner genius. I’m not really into numerology and I’m yet to meet my inner genius, so I will revel in the simple, repetitive appeal of three little sticks in a row – pleasing to the eye, ear and mouth (try saying it – one, one, one), and entertaining if you think about its homophonic nature (won, won, won).
Happiness as Anarchy #111: Insignificance
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.
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