Friday, April 28, 2006

it's raining

and so i must make a cup of tea, i suppose, put on a little melancholy music; maybe tom waits, perhaps the in the mood for love soundtrack, and think about not really wanting to think at all...
i would go and get a beer, but it's raining...

the fridge is grumbling and I'm suddenly overcome with a lack of enthusiasm for any sort of work. Today was a struggle to begin with and since i decided to stay in the studio and finish some work, i have missed the evening's social expeditions and it seems a little difficult to hunt people down.

late news; party on graham st, maybe i will leave my post...

Monday, April 24, 2006

lightning visit

went to the country. came back again.

I watched a very funny indian movie; college comedy meets military drama. the musical numbers were great.
when i got up at ungodly o'clock, the sun was just rising over the hills and illuminating the mist that lay in the valleys. Everything was crisp and fresh and wholesome, so i came back to the city.

Saturday, April 15, 2006


ow, my neck hurts...*thinks* meningitis? cancer of the neck? whiplash?....hazy memories of alcohol-encouraged headbanging return...
went to walk this way ; hip hop Vs rock. lived to regret my generous sampling of alcoholiuc drinks of the world..

Friday, April 07, 2006

heaven knows I'm miserable now...

i turned on my camera and thought "I don't remember taking a picture of an umbrella..." then realising that the black shape is there because the screen on my camera is cracked. I think I can hear the whooshing sound of lots money hurtling out of my wallet.


Thursday, April 06, 2006

all quiet on the inner northern front.

I went to pay for something at the art shop yesterday only to discover that the reassuring bulge in my back pocket was not my wallet but a small french dictionary. A little disconcerting.

I've been doing research and development in the world of trinket production and have discovered that the scroll saw will happily cut aluminium sheet; all sorts of fun to be had with that. The broken hand seems to be improving and I'm thinking that i might like to read some Somerset Maugham.

I had a dream the other day that I was visiting Richard and Shandelle in Ballarat. They had bought a house together, and seemed quite happy. Richard in particular seemed settled and at ease with himself having found a calmness and maturity and above all an air of humour without bitterness, that didn't come at someone else's expense. It was a good experience but saddening, to see someone acheive what they never gained while they were alive. As I have grown older that is the thing that has struck me most about the people i have known who have died; they can never change, or understand what their experiences would feel like looking back in five or ten years time, and while I come to understand them differently, there is nothing new that they can add.

Monday, April 03, 2006

one armed bandit

trying to get a lifestyle that involves blogging and flickring more often, not at 1.30am. this typing lark is a little harder with my broken hand. That's what you get if you punch trees, it's not something i do very often, and i think now not at all. The man at the post office said " you're supposed to punch people, not trees..."

oh well.