me, p and m at Rrose in North Melbourne, sipping Temperanillo and speaking of websites, resolutions, hobbies, babies, cook-ups, music appreciation, saxophone lessons, handwriting lessons!! (don't ask) ....
Monday, 12 January 2009
Drinking wine and making plans
Ok ... Sunday Arvos are for dinking wine and making plans ...
me, p and m at Rrose in North Melbourne, sipping Temperanillo and speaking of websites, resolutions, hobbies, babies, cook-ups, music appreciation, saxophone lessons, handwriting lessons!! (don't ask) ....
me, p and m at Rrose in North Melbourne, sipping Temperanillo and speaking of websites, resolutions, hobbies, babies, cook-ups, music appreciation, saxophone lessons, handwriting lessons!! (don't ask) ....
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Twice a day at least
Ok ... so yet another thing that will cause me anxiety ... Mouthwash can lead to cancer!!
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,24896583-5001021,00.html
Seriously, everything I need to help bolster my self confidence now has health, well life threatening side effects!!
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,24896583-5001021,00.html
Seriously, everything I need to help bolster my self confidence now has health, well life threatening side effects!!
What I did on my hols 4
Ok ... so M is now responsible for yet another "worst days of my life" ... well no thats not fair ... but I just wanted to blame somebody ... the petulance has yet to wear off ... but peops ... AAARRRGGHHH!!!!
We spent 6 hours yesterday in stifling heat, hunched over in back breaking knee busting positions, breathing in motes of industrial waste and god knows what else, and gradually being covered by fine glass splinters ... which are still making me prickly all over .. like I've fallen into a garden of cactii naked!
And what exactly were we doing? ... Well putting in batts in the ceiling ... this better work!!! And I better feel the effects on the next hot day or come winter!
I never want to do this again!!! I think this will be my hell or purgartory when the time comes ... nix the purgatory ... I'm not catholic.
I did manage to get an arty shot ... couldn't help myself ...
We spent 6 hours yesterday in stifling heat, hunched over in back breaking knee busting positions, breathing in motes of industrial waste and god knows what else, and gradually being covered by fine glass splinters ... which are still making me prickly all over .. like I've fallen into a garden of cactii naked!
And what exactly were we doing? ... Well putting in batts in the ceiling ... this better work!!! And I better feel the effects on the next hot day or come winter!
I never want to do this again!!! I think this will be my hell or purgartory when the time comes ... nix the purgatory ... I'm not catholic.
I did manage to get an arty shot ... couldn't help myself ...
Saturday, 10 January 2009
What I did on my hols
Ok ... so its Saturday morning and I'm halfway through my 2 weeks of hols! But let me set the scene over here ...
- there's a load of washing going
- I'm trying to "backup" a copy of Maz richter's 24 Postcards in Full Colour
- Tori amos (or Tor me anus ... as D so delicately puts it) has just come on the random playlist on my ipod
- M's performing morning ablutions
- iphone is charging
- i'm typing this shit
Are you getting the picture so far? Do I have to spell out Boredom for you in capital letters!!
- there's a load of washing going
- I'm trying to "backup" a copy of Maz richter's 24 Postcards in Full Colour
- Tori amos (or Tor me anus ... as D so delicately puts it) has just come on the random playlist on my ipod
- M's performing morning ablutions
- iphone is charging
- i'm typing this shit
Are you getting the picture so far? Do I have to spell out Boredom for you in capital letters!!
Doing it for the Kids
Ok ... I'm not a complete twat where kids are concerned ... we do have them in our lives ... and I wouldn't go so far as to say that we love them as our own ... but we are stupidly silly-pleased that we are part of their lives ... except for my nephew who refuses to speak to me every time I call ... harrumph!!
(the other D)
(J)
(and until he grows up and knows better ... our best little buddy N)
What I did on my hols 2
Ok ... normally I have more comments to make about my days away ... but we went to the Weribee Zoo with our friends D & M and their son J ... and I must say the highlight was having Nando's at Werribee Plaza ...
Its not that its a crap zoo ... its just that there's not a lot to see ... and don't get sucked in by having to pau an extra $50 for the whole "safari" experience ... you get a free bus ride with admission ... and really the safari rover doesn't really get that much closer ...
At least there were meerkats ... they always make me smile!
The zoo is laid out in various stages to reflect the plains of Africa ... so you're mainly looking at safari animals .... with a few american cattle thrown in ...
Most of these are perrenial favourites of mine ... but the zoo is geared mainly towards kids ... so when the fauna is all tucked away in shadowy corners away from the hot noon day sun ... then there's really not much else to do ...
(ok ... I don't give a flying F about whether a Zebra is white with black stripes or black with white stripes .. so over this peops ... i'm not auditioning for a spot on sesame street ... so can we put a lid on it ... already!)
(werribee zoo is damous for its white rhino ... the white bit is apparently an aberration on wide ... sorry but I was zoning out on the talk on the ride ... but the tour guide cum bus driver was very good ... tacky jokes aside he was knowledgeable ... had a pleasant voice ... and was very patient with these kids who kept wanting to ask questions ... very brave I thought initially as I would have had a convulsive fit before I ever did something like that when I was their age ... but then it became a little a-NNOOYYY - ing!)
Actually ... one girl in particular kept putting her hand up ... and usually she just crapped on about some shit or other .. without really having a question at the end ... I of course was staring daggers at her parent from behind ... seriously ... control your kid ... and lets get a move on!! But then I felt sorry for her ... because when they got of the bus ... she was kinda trailing behind trying to get in on the action ... so obviously their coping mechanism is to completely ignore her ... which explains a lot!!!
Now i've got the sads!!! Damn it!
Its not that its a crap zoo ... its just that there's not a lot to see ... and don't get sucked in by having to pau an extra $50 for the whole "safari" experience ... you get a free bus ride with admission ... and really the safari rover doesn't really get that much closer ...
At least there were meerkats ... they always make me smile!
The zoo is laid out in various stages to reflect the plains of Africa ... so you're mainly looking at safari animals .... with a few american cattle thrown in ...
Most of these are perrenial favourites of mine ... but the zoo is geared mainly towards kids ... so when the fauna is all tucked away in shadowy corners away from the hot noon day sun ... then there's really not much else to do ...
(ok ... I don't give a flying F about whether a Zebra is white with black stripes or black with white stripes .. so over this peops ... i'm not auditioning for a spot on sesame street ... so can we put a lid on it ... already!)
(werribee zoo is damous for its white rhino ... the white bit is apparently an aberration on wide ... sorry but I was zoning out on the talk on the ride ... but the tour guide cum bus driver was very good ... tacky jokes aside he was knowledgeable ... had a pleasant voice ... and was very patient with these kids who kept wanting to ask questions ... very brave I thought initially as I would have had a convulsive fit before I ever did something like that when I was their age ... but then it became a little a-NNOOYYY - ing!)
Actually ... one girl in particular kept putting her hand up ... and usually she just crapped on about some shit or other .. without really having a question at the end ... I of course was staring daggers at her parent from behind ... seriously ... control your kid ... and lets get a move on!! But then I felt sorry for her ... because when they got of the bus ... she was kinda trailing behind trying to get in on the action ... so obviously their coping mechanism is to completely ignore her ... which explains a lot!!!
Now i've got the sads!!! Damn it!
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
you never know what's comin for you
Ok ... so we just spent the better part of the afternoon watching an old man regress into a child in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button:
As with all short stories, and indeed the short story form, structure is the sword of damocles that hangs tenuously over the plot ... given the temporal nature of the story, we know what the inevitable end is and are in some ways already prepared for this as an audience from the minute we walk into the darkened theatre and the opening frames flicker onto the screen ...
What happens in between is the art of both screenwriter and director ...
Since Fight Club burst so frenetically onto our screens, I have always been prepared to give David Finch a soupcon of my time and intellectual energy ... until now.
This is technically an amazing and beautiful film ... make up artists and CGI experts deserve all the accolades in the book as the final look of the film was never intrusive or a distraction ... the acting is solid and New Orleans is a beautiful city ... or should I say was(?) ...
But, and I am sure you will hear this time and time again, the film is really too long!! And the arc, is not so much a cyclonic wave, but a gentle rise on an otherwise calm ocean ... yes we live and love and have moments of regret, passion, joy and hardship ... but these are universal truths and would be the same regardless of whether we age forwards naturally, or as this film seems to posit, age backwards freakishly.
And this is the problem I have with this story ... what exactly has turning the conventions of time achieved? How has it made me see anything in a different light?
I need my friend D to watch this and for us to sit down and discuss it over a glass of wine ... perhaps that would afford me some clarity ...
So if you have a spare 2 and a whole bit hours, have a look ... you may find it worth your time. But I think I would like to have my afternoon back ...
As with all short stories, and indeed the short story form, structure is the sword of damocles that hangs tenuously over the plot ... given the temporal nature of the story, we know what the inevitable end is and are in some ways already prepared for this as an audience from the minute we walk into the darkened theatre and the opening frames flicker onto the screen ...
What happens in between is the art of both screenwriter and director ...
Since Fight Club burst so frenetically onto our screens, I have always been prepared to give David Finch a soupcon of my time and intellectual energy ... until now.
This is technically an amazing and beautiful film ... make up artists and CGI experts deserve all the accolades in the book as the final look of the film was never intrusive or a distraction ... the acting is solid and New Orleans is a beautiful city ... or should I say was(?) ...
But, and I am sure you will hear this time and time again, the film is really too long!! And the arc, is not so much a cyclonic wave, but a gentle rise on an otherwise calm ocean ... yes we live and love and have moments of regret, passion, joy and hardship ... but these are universal truths and would be the same regardless of whether we age forwards naturally, or as this film seems to posit, age backwards freakishly.
And this is the problem I have with this story ... what exactly has turning the conventions of time achieved? How has it made me see anything in a different light?
I need my friend D to watch this and for us to sit down and discuss it over a glass of wine ... perhaps that would afford me some clarity ...
So if you have a spare 2 and a whole bit hours, have a look ... you may find it worth your time. But I think I would like to have my afternoon back ...
A First for 2009 and A First Evah!!
Ok ... so it was the very first gig of the year ... Santogold at Billboard's!!
Had no expectations ... but was a little trepidatious when we rocked up at Billboard's and saw that most people had a "look" ... and most weren't even born when I had sex for the 1st time ... and considering it was Billboard's much hilarity ensued in the car on the way over of the "lets get some terry towelling, glowsticks, dummies, chupa-chups etc ... you get the drift ... and ready ourselves for some heavy duty melbourne shuffling!!' ... Anyhoo she was da bomb ... her voice was strong and she had her 2 robot girls bustin some righteous old skool MC Hammer moves ... complete with gold crinoline .. but sadly no Hammer pants ... STOP! ... you know what time it is !!
(scuse the crappy mobile pics)
Santo (is it pronounced Santa as in clause ... or Sant-O?) came out in one of those op shop space suits which is just crazy for the sake of being crazy ... and her DJ played a short set before she came on ... and I was heard to remark a number of times "they weren't even born!!" ... I felt like a dirty ol bastard I tell u what!
As girlfriend ony has one album, there was a finite amount of material to pull from ... but the material is strong ... and had lots of opps for shout-outs and audience participation ... all in all it was a great gig .. 'Say Aha" which always sounds a little dinky on record was a whole lot of fun live ... and so was "unstoppable" .. the slower numbers dragged a little ... but the cover of Guns of Brixton was well selected and for me the most fun was "Shove It".
And what was the First Evah alluded to in the title of this post? .... NO ENCORE!!! First Evah!!!
Had no expectations ... but was a little trepidatious when we rocked up at Billboard's and saw that most people had a "look" ... and most weren't even born when I had sex for the 1st time ... and considering it was Billboard's much hilarity ensued in the car on the way over of the "lets get some terry towelling, glowsticks, dummies, chupa-chups etc ... you get the drift ... and ready ourselves for some heavy duty melbourne shuffling!!' ... Anyhoo she was da bomb ... her voice was strong and she had her 2 robot girls bustin some righteous old skool MC Hammer moves ... complete with gold crinoline .. but sadly no Hammer pants ... STOP! ... you know what time it is !!
(scuse the crappy mobile pics)
Santo (is it pronounced Santa as in clause ... or Sant-O?) came out in one of those op shop space suits which is just crazy for the sake of being crazy ... and her DJ played a short set before she came on ... and I was heard to remark a number of times "they weren't even born!!" ... I felt like a dirty ol bastard I tell u what!
As girlfriend ony has one album, there was a finite amount of material to pull from ... but the material is strong ... and had lots of opps for shout-outs and audience participation ... all in all it was a great gig .. 'Say Aha" which always sounds a little dinky on record was a whole lot of fun live ... and so was "unstoppable" .. the slower numbers dragged a little ... but the cover of Guns of Brixton was well selected and for me the most fun was "Shove It".
And what was the First Evah alluded to in the title of this post? .... NO ENCORE!!! First Evah!!!
Thursday, 1 January 2009
HNY2009
Ok ... Happy New year peops!! May you turn your flights of fancy into fits of reality!!
PS - Picture this ... New Year's Eve ... 2 old farts asleep on a couch ... brilliant!
PS - Picture this ... New Year's Eve ... 2 old farts asleep on a couch ... brilliant!
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