tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89087982024-03-07T17:44:10.523+08:00{ empty }i have nothing to say and am saying itSimon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-6445177781934662942011-06-02T14:13:00.002+08:002011-06-02T14:19:00.424+08:00new bicycle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcuvkWTIL3vtGepPgTpDDGiRL7qFm-91cm7O0yvK6KthDurmDM5fgGH6XxINhBEOBU-J3PNn8IZXcOGuiCyMcdT5NVDbtzOm6TkmRyU5kFfQhDetNQ0UA9CN2RmEyncS3rOPRTw/s1600/E.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcuvkWTIL3vtGepPgTpDDGiRL7qFm-91cm7O0yvK6KthDurmDM5fgGH6XxINhBEOBU-J3PNn8IZXcOGuiCyMcdT5NVDbtzOm6TkmRyU5kFfQhDetNQ0UA9CN2RmEyncS3rOPRTw/s400/E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613503007329023906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIi4jAc3H_RC3zyX8fn24_AlKW6ookj63kPyu6zFJqCpnK9S78OGjMzXau1QqA-DIN3TuMsrIINibaIDksfv9ciQmKbacTYxwor8tX2H-xnixkRannuF4wZn7705yRUPUT3CE7uw/s1600/D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIi4jAc3H_RC3zyX8fn24_AlKW6ookj63kPyu6zFJqCpnK9S78OGjMzXau1QqA-DIN3TuMsrIINibaIDksfv9ciQmKbacTYxwor8tX2H-xnixkRannuF4wZn7705yRUPUT3CE7uw/s400/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613503008141028578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUK8yF_JGKLbjRq-3zJZ41ng8yvejAfxqAXlAJ_ZYJuVqj-nWeYw4y4TYT5j3q_Jg3tghx7QqPVrlMXHc45Jra79XD8D1pYFaQeozwjTgSCvub4xNeVnb2XUf9ovH95bNr0Rp0Uw/s1600/C.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUK8yF_JGKLbjRq-3zJZ41ng8yvejAfxqAXlAJ_ZYJuVqj-nWeYw4y4TYT5j3q_Jg3tghx7QqPVrlMXHc45Jra79XD8D1pYFaQeozwjTgSCvub4xNeVnb2XUf9ovH95bNr0Rp0Uw/s400/C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613503005418188066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQFytp2iroE88s0KR9FkVPJdjWcptE98KILQAGCdtTrQKFZUD8fuoiOqrTt5OW5KqnKM6TCRoGtcs3LY8L-bdbuZAHgQO-UkQQT96bw7KuzRRaE-07_ZBBm5S5-qluXhse4vhqA/s1600/B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQFytp2iroE88s0KR9FkVPJdjWcptE98KILQAGCdtTrQKFZUD8fuoiOqrTt5OW5KqnKM6TCRoGtcs3LY8L-bdbuZAHgQO-UkQQT96bw7KuzRRaE-07_ZBBm5S5-qluXhse4vhqA/s400/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613502999094012866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg82cKsgk2bx2ppSeljmrArowux2AS3qVyA5sFzQOJF4ttrlbU6imcFIBATj8t9kp_zedjYHGaxA8QwQKARoWe4Crkm5pHwKsxIY9owM6tq5tF2LjnHVrUYY9WLI5KqY2nZrBdgA/s1600/A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg82cKsgk2bx2ppSeljmrArowux2AS3qVyA5sFzQOJF4ttrlbU6imcFIBATj8t9kp_zedjYHGaxA8QwQKARoWe4Crkm5pHwKsxIY9owM6tq5tF2LjnHVrUYY9WLI5KqY2nZrBdgA/s400/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613502995278710322" border="0" /></a><br />Giant Via 8 speed model, slightly customised- velo orange left bank bars, cork grips, 35ยบ headset and custom built stainless steel front basket rack.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-80777522702078532392010-03-08T13:07:00.002+08:002010-03-08T13:13:59.722+08:00lazy dazeOh the post exhibition fuzziness, I feel like I'm on holiday, because the pressure has lessened, but I still have lots to do. Today is beasties for <a href="http://salmagundi.com.au/">supernature</a>; a family tree of funny blobs.<br />The studio missed out on getting flooded, we will see if I will be brought down by rent rises.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-90671865885949450902007-08-26T12:55:00.000+08:002007-08-28T09:56:54.310+08:00neither shaken nor stirredI tried to post on here a while ago but no success.<br />I have been drinking martinis with Japanese product <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.plusminuszero.jp">designers</a> and making animations for <a href="http://experimenta.org/playground">experimenta</a>. we went out to New Gold Mountain; the very red and tiny bar above double happiness.<br />While we were drinking I had a entertainingly Jeeves and Wooster exchange with the cocktail waiter-<br />I had a sore throat and thought perhaps something theraputically hot might help-<br /><em>excuse me, do you have chilli vodka?</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">yes...</span></em><br /><em>I think I might try a chilli vodka martini.</em><br />following this there was a longish pause where the waiter hesitated and inclined his head to one side. I asked-<br /><em>Is that a heretical suggestion for a martini?</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">The martini is entirely at the customer's discretion.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccffff;">You say that in the same way someone might say "You can wear that lime-green sports coat if you wish, sir- it is entirely at your discretion."</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Well...two shots of chilli vodka; its going to burn more than a vindaloo... If I might suggest a different drink...</span></em><br />I decided, at my discretion, to try his more orthodox suggestion.<br /><br />It was good to find out from the Japanese that they design all their products by hand, carving models before anything gets computer modelled; "how can you tell what something is going to feel like to use if you don't make a model- it might look ok but when you pick it up it feels wrong"<br /><br />I have just finished a week of installing art at the blackbox at the arts centre and never want to see another interactive projection ever again.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-30754899616103541392007-08-16T10:15:00.000+08:002007-08-16T10:17:39.823+08:00hello chaps<br />now that I have a desk job there should be more of this nonsense.<br />or I might be on facebook.<br />in the meantime look what i have been making: <a href="http://www.experimenta.org/playground">http://www.experimenta.org/playground</a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-23501568537489086722007-02-21T09:06:00.000+08:002007-02-21T09:07:56.819+08:00good enough to eat<a href="http://web-japan.org/nipponia/nipponia29/en/topic/index.html">plastic sushi</a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-5241309972448060572007-02-09T08:32:00.000+08:002007-02-09T08:41:55.501+08:00electric lazylandreally not getting back in to the swing of making things, meanwhile my <a href="http://ytba.com.au/">evil rivals</a> and other <a href="http://lovehate.com.au/">competitors</a> continue to laser-cut their way into the cheap trinket market. must use my cunning and make better stuff. new stuff. stuff.<br /><br />got my camera fixed. expect new pictures soon. woo.<br />got some ebony to make fancy things with.<br />back to work.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-8520627594566491562007-02-03T10:45:00.000+08:002007-02-03T10:54:02.113+08:00procrastinate<dl> <dt class="highlight"><a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=procrastination">procrastination</a> <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=procrastination" class="dictionary" title="Look up procrastination at Dictionary.com"><img src="http://www.etymonline.com/graphics/dictionary.gif" alt="Look up procrastination at Dictionary.com" title="Look up procrastination at Dictionary.com" height="16" width="16" /></a></dt><dd class="highlight">1548, from L. <span class="foreign">procrastinationem</span> "a putting off," noun of action from <span class="foreign">procrastinare</span> "put off till tomorrow," from <span class="foreign">pro-</span> "forward" + <span class="foreign">crastinus</span> "belonging to tomorrow," from <span class="foreign">cras</span> "tomorrow," of unknown origin. <span class="foreign">Procrastinate</span> is recorded from 1588</dd> </dl> i'm in the studio surrounded by crastinatorial things giving in to the will of the internet robber-barons; my blog is now part of google and my flickr is yahoo; more usernames and logins to remember...Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1161652985895157822006-10-24T09:21:00.000+08:002006-10-24T09:25:42.210+08:00square<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/party.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/party.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/party.jpg"><br /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1161158675759737022006-10-18T15:59:00.000+08:002006-10-18T16:13:20.443+08:00golden age<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/18102006071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/18102006071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />spent half the day looking a crappy flats.<br /><br />but that's ok because it's 6 o'clock and the setting sun shines across the city and hits the big gold brick that is the hyatt and then bounces back, filling the studio with a golden nostalgic glow.<br /><br />for about ten minutes.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1160886712685682322006-10-15T12:21:00.000+08:002006-10-15T12:31:52.703+08:00do you feel like going to the library?the studio is full of moths; like there is a little moon here that only they can see. I have been looking in the times atlas of the world, it is very soothing; the maps are so big and detailed; they make the world seem large and interesting.<br />today's forecast<br />Enthusiasm-56%<br />Laziness-68%<br />Tiredness-43%<br />mild energy and motivation in the morning followed by lethargy and yawning by afternoon.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1160885746269724652006-10-15T12:02:00.000+08:002006-10-15T12:15:46.286+08:00uniformityToday a man on a bicycle asked me for a dollar to catch the tram. I didn't give him money, but I also failed to ask why he needed a tram fare when he had a perfectly good bicycle. Perhaps that is just his usual line and he had forgotten that he was on the bike.<br /><br />Anyway my little age counter is going to click over again and so I've decided to have a party to make myself feel much older the next day. The theme is UNIFORM + drinking and dancing. it is going to be on the 28th of October; you should come, even you Kreutzbergers.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1159764725850589172006-10-02T12:51:00.000+08:002006-10-02T12:52:05.866+08:00grand finalwatched a bit of it; they are pretty good at catching and kicking, those footballers. I spent more time attending to the more fruitful pursuits of cooking kangaroo, playing with sailor and playing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kubb">kubb</a>, an obscure swedish game involving lumps of wood being hurled at other lumps of wood. Rachael and I were undefeated champions- go team us!<br /><br />Earlier in the day Kate and I went on the increasingly depressing search for a house; we went to a couple of open for inspections and saw the hordes of desperate house-hunters wandering around skanky and expensive houses. I visited two houses where the bathroom cabinets were on the floor because the walls were too flimsy to support them and a house that they could surely only offer for short term lease because it is not likely to remain standing for more than a month. staying put is looking more and more appealing. We ran into Serena later in the day and were told tales of people offering a year's rent in advance; she could only offer 3 months, and all sorts of other shady outbidding and shmoozing. Desperate times, it seems.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1159440541483288062006-09-28T18:25:00.000+08:002006-09-28T18:50:33.763+08:00non-verbal communicationSo, it's been a while since i wrote anything. Has anything happened? not really. I just seem to spend my time making trinkets, i think its making me into a boring person. a more boring person.<br /><br />I might have to go up to lockwood for the finals of the giant cheese-rolling championships. The parents had a water tank delivered a couple of weeks ago, a huge green thing 5 meters in diameter and 2 1/2 meters tall we rolled it down the hill on its side like a huge indiana jones booby-trap and then tipped it over. No-one was killed.<br /><br />the studio is now full of stuff and i don't get too much time to stare out the window at the cathedral, i still like it when i do, though. Yesterday there was a noise like thousands of teenagers being fed into a giant mincer in federation square; terrible screams that came in waves as another load of youth was poured into the machine. When I went for lunch I was disappointed to discover that it was just the Australian Idol concert.<br /><br />kate and i have been looking at for house to rent and discovering that the wheels of capitalism have been whirling faster while we weren't looking and everywhere has become fabulously expensive. we found a pretty house but were too slow; it was the first one we looked at and so were not as co-ordinated as we could have been.<br /><br />listening to heart live in concert. terrible.Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1153920021540346862006-07-26T21:18:00.000+08:002006-07-26T21:20:21.573+08:00I hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/studioblog.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/studioblog.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1152623750198523772006-07-11T21:14:00.000+08:002006-07-11T21:15:50.216+08:00fight for your right.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob12.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/blob12.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1152021927060141202006-07-04T22:05:00.000+08:002006-07-04T22:07:02.886+08:00long day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob11.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/blob11.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1151933257655437642006-07-03T21:25:00.000+08:002006-07-03T21:27:37.666+08:00happier fitter more productive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob8.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blob8.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1151463333925738302006-06-28T10:54:00.000+08:002006-06-28T10:55:33.936+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob7.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blob7.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1151342363939128832006-06-27T01:15:00.000+08:002006-06-27T01:19:23.990+08:00afro-ken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob6.0.gif"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blob6.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1151247973449437752006-06-25T23:04:00.000+08:002006-06-25T23:06:13.456+08:00felt tips<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blog4.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blog4.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1151077539522995422006-06-23T23:43:00.001+08:002006-06-23T23:45:39.523+08:00champagne socialiser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob3.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blob3.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1150992370019906282006-06-23T00:05:00.000+08:002006-06-23T00:21:11.466+08:00big nose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob2.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/400/blob2.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob2.gif"><br /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1150986269838163022006-06-22T22:23:00.000+08:002006-06-23T00:19:27.383+08:00nothing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/320/blob.0.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1889/627/1600/blob.gif"><br /></a>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1150812910010772192006-06-20T21:24:00.000+08:002006-06-20T22:15:10.076+08:00cold cold colderwent to the country and all that clean air done made me ill.<br /><br />was good though, drank the family wine made from the family grapes. looked at the stars while sitting around the campfire.<br />caught a cold...<br /><br />was good though.<br />i've been playing at industrial design; designing a big tree to be cut out with lasers. woo. hope it works. listening to the knife and jose gonzalez. nice counterpoint to eachother. I think that i will get the <span style="font-style: italic;">paavoharju</span> album <span style="font-style: italic;">yha hamaara</span>; psychedelic folk music by finnish born-again christians. how could you go wrong? maybe get <span style="font-style: italic;">the gentleman losers </span>also. went to <a href="http://boomkat.com">this site </a>it's full of stuff i might want.<br /><br />should i go to the Yeah yeah yeahs?Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908798.post-1149695959017815022006-06-07T21:36:00.000+08:002006-06-08T00:03:38.873+08:00my life suckswell, no; it's all pretty good at the moment; i get to spend most of everyday doing things that i enjoy, people appreciate my work, my friends are all good-looking, <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/simonland/59342900/in/set-72057594137628999/">kate</a> is really good-looking.<br />I was thinking about the tendency to write when we are at our most introspective [miserable]; we don't write about fun, we go out and have it, but mooching is unhealthily compatible with writing: <span style="font-style: italic;">sunny again today, but in my heart it is always three o'clock on a rainy, hungover sunday afternoon...<br /><br />saw X today at the pub/art opening/sexpo, she/he was with friend Y, we had another of those awkward conversations where the only reason i took my foot out of my mouth was to put the other one in; X got angry, it shouldn't still hurt me but...<br /><br />...why can't i communicate easily; i feel like i'm wrapped in a bodysuit made of sleeping bags, shouting from the bottom of a swimming pool, while everyone else is on coke, dancing naked at studio 54, occasionally glancing over at the pool thinking "look at the underwater weirdo in the sleeping bag outfit, what's she trying to say? who gives a fuck, more cocaine and nude disco..."<br /><br /></span>i don't really know what to do about this, I've been tempted to take notes, so that i remember interesting things to write about, eg; <span style="font-style: italic;">last night i saw some asian boys with a ghetto blaster breakdancing in the closed off tivoli arcade entrance, passersby were stopping and hanging out with them, they were doing some pretty good headspins, i wonder if they are related to the mysterious RMIT formation dancers. </span>I haven't been disciplined enough to do that. I did think i should write down the breakdancers and so remembered, but it doesn't always work. often i stare at my blog, can't think of anything to say, and end up on ebay, looking at internet trousers.<br /><br />Actually, some arrived today, I'm not to sure about them, they may be a little small, although i have been wearing them for a few hours and they seem better, maybe i will still need to shed some fat from my generous arse [generous, but not overly generous, i like to hope..]. The thing that makes me more suspicious is that although the seller was UK based, the jeans were shipped from Shenzhen, china, home of designer rip-offs...<br />the parcel also read "ladies jeans" although as far as i can tell they are boy jeans. ultimately it doesn't really matter if they are real; they cost as much as a reasonably cheap pair of jeans here and i like them.<br /><br />i might see you around in my lady-pants.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Simon.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604488469108285983noreply@blogger.com5