8/31/05

hi mum

“the same week our fowls were stolen, Daphne Moran had her throat cut.”

I’ve been trying a little to read some New Zealand writing whilst here, you know. cultural experience no. 267. I asked friends what I should read. they asked what I’d read. the only thing I could think of was this great book my mum recommended when house-sitting for them earlier in the year. scarecrow. by Ronald Hugh Morrieson. this is in North Queensland & the book was given to my mum, Prudence by her dad, Bill when she was 15. it’s a gothic tale of a sex-criminal in small town new Zealand. narrated by a 12 year old boy. granddad bought it for mum, maybe because it had a character in it called Prudence. and being the only Prudence around at the time, and being teased for that at school she might’ve needed support, poor prunes. in the book Prudence is his big sister who is blossoming into the most beautiful girl in town.. it’s a great book. but no one here I’ve spoken to has heard of it.

which is why I was happy to see it mentioned in an article in the dominion post, noted as the author’s favourite opening line in a book. hence that line about the fowls. I want more favourite first lines. anybody? Raymond Chandler’s. the lady in the lake. reminds me of kate. hi kate, how’s that report looking???

anyway Prudence was ok. everyone was jealous when two years later The Beatles wrote a sweet song about her. “the sun is up, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful and so are you, dear prudence… won’t you come out to play…”

but what about the kids of today who will never be given a brilliant book like this because it brushes on some of the more unsavoury aspects of society. the times... speaking of which.

I have been trying to read the paper everyday as part of my house-sitting / cultural-experience regime (it’s tough) but I get a little glazed over by all this election business. it’s hard to engage when you have no stake & the system is totally different. I’m gauging public opinion though, and it seems that a lot of people who voted for Helen last time won’t be doing it this time. i hope they're just foxing to give helen a scare… what will all of the Australians who threatened (emptily?) to move here after another disgraceful election result last year do when New Zealand has a coalition between Winston Peters NZ first party & Don Brash’s National? (if he’s in the nuclear-free policy would be ‘gone by lunchtime’… and he would’ve done the same as George W in the Iraq situation) hairy maclary. move to where? or just fucking vote John Howard OUT.

anyway. I’ll stop talking politics, I know it doesn’t suit me. I’ll post more lego pictures. on that happy note. sweet dreams sunshines.

oh, one more New Zealand note. at work the other day, with the kids… pinning up cool kids paintings on the notice board. I asked someone to pass me a pin. 2 children handed me pens. it’s true. you really have to ask for a pun. if you wants to be clear...

self portrait in lego on a jersey under a storm cloud on the flloor

8/29/05

hi dot

i just made ANOTHER blog, for dot so you can look at the pretty pictures and remember how great that show was, how clever we are... & so i can be invited to take her to texas & berlin, newyork, santiago & paris...

it's all part of my big plan to have my 30th birthday in a mansion in cuba. yep, i have til january 7th 2008 to aquire a mansion. in CUBA. your all invited by the way. we will have ample room. grand hospitality. a grand piano. clever handsome musicians most welcome.

how does that relate? good question. mmmm phase 2 anybody... yes miss kate i'm talking to you... and while we are at it. i want that so called "ballooning in china" report on my desk by monday at the latest. the black rebels may have attitude to burn but we need some action too. you to fleishy. yep i want your report on being chutney club's 1st ever celebrity chef...

demanding no? no. did i mention i have made patches for this club, but you gotta earn your stripes... next level might be enamel pins, then maybe pennants then maybe t-shirts, jackets, bags... whatever.

8/20/05

romantic gestures

dear mr duff. that's one fine lady you have there, not that i need tell you, more that i'm telling her.
& to show you how much youse both rock, in a dyslexic kind of way, i've been building. i think i mean i'm showing you in a dyslexic kind of way not that that's how you.... whatever.
heres to more romantic gestures.

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a wink to the happy couple. a nod to my favourite music video ever, fell in love with a girl, mr gondry this video makes lfe grand, hats off to ac/dc & last but not least master william p, my cousin who belongs to the lego. woo hoo, which by the way is the sound the wind makes as it blows. but maybe more like wwwwoooooooooooohoooooooooooooooi ammmm coming to biiiiilllllooooooow your house in and steal your warmth & drain your blood or some such thing.

8/19/05

lone pony.

I woke up this morning & looked out the window to another sunshiney, springish winter day. You can see the south island from here all snowy peaked and stunning. and the ferry crossing the straits and the pretty pale houses climbing up the hills across the peninsula. & that's before i got out of bed.

I have been house-sitting for the last week or two. my aunt pene has gone camping in lychfield national park for 6 weeks & her kingly cat Mustafah needs company. so I have a big house on the hill in Seatoun all to myself, apart from the cat & the goldfish. I feel like the queen of the mansion.

I’m working two days a week, so my schedule is not too demanding. I keep my house nice & clean.

my 4 yr old cousin William has a huge trampoline that I’ve taken to jumping on for hours on end. staring out over the mountains, or lying down staring at the sky. I’ve taken to long walks on the mountains & the beaches, it’s a peninsula so you can walk all the way round from small towny beaches to rugged isolated bushy ones.
I’ve been listening to lots of new music, writing story’s, playing the piano & watching documentaries about crazy people. apart from the watching & walking it’s all questionable quality. I can’t write. & ask my mother who tried to teach me for years & years if I can play the piano. lucky it’s solitary.

now I’m going to the pub, to meet my new friend & try to stir up some trouble, cause otherwise I’ll go crazy. or get the blues, which is part & parcel of life in self-imposed exile. I don’t mind a little misery anyways, not when I’m the queen.

nb. yellow-headed misery comes of being accused of trying to steal peoples boyfriends. it’s a very married town. & frankly, I’m not interested. although funnily enough i do have a crush on a tall man named frank, with a VERY deep voice. & he has a radio show. yay.

besides, the only marriage I’m interested in is happening as we speak somewhere on the way to Canada after all that ceremony that i missed last week, hence the blues. my lovelies I hope you travel safe & good wishes for getting there. I need your address to post this damn parcel. love you. miss you terribly. hope you still love me.

& for everyone else. i'll try & post something entertaining soon.

oh, and the time is not actually 9:59 am. or perhaps it is in australlian time, my computer still runs on it. confusing. but here it is quite reasonable to be going to the pub. especially if you have a five day weekend.

8/14/05

stuff

an excerpt fromthe casual friday

Stole the idea of "indian names" from the Native Americans, and began the newest craze, "80's names!"...mine is "Dances with Stonewash Jeans"

which seems scarily appropriate for me. such a common gal.
yellow haired misery could be my indian name, but that is stolen from a song by townes van sandt.

and here's one for simon & his woodsy paper art paper forest
she has links to nice paper animals somewhere.

moody

so if you were looking for a place to drown your sorrows & still feel lucky, this wouldn't be too bad. i love grand pianos, and red velvet curtains & drowning ...
cabaret
the piano player was a very handsome boy who left his glasses on the floor for safe-keeping. this is the same carpet my grandma had. nostalgic & hungover.
for safe-keeping
& yet still feeling lucky. this letter was waiting for me this morning.
angusletter

8/11/05

hello australia

hello australia

what can i say. wish i were in melbourne this weekend. i'm not. much love.

monday's-tuesday's ups & downs

i'll try to sum it up.
kungfu hustle at the embassy theatre. YAY.
drinking beer at the cinema at 2:00 in the afternoon.
drinking beer after the movie. talking about knitting & nanna's & kungfu.
getting drunk.
visiting fancy bayside apartments to play records and dance.
taking many polaroid photos.
trying on toolbelts, knitted undies & gunbelts. admiring chainsaws, buckets & gumboots, and lots of other things too.
getting too drunk.
regretting alot of the photos.
hitchhiking home with a bleeding hand. maybe because i was wearing a nice fingerless glove & needed to share it with the public.
feeling very wrong working with children tuesday afternoon.
feeling much better having dinner at my 85 year old neighbours house chatting about art & working on films and life in the tropics. and how to make great apple crumble.
very happy to climb into bed.
ups & downs.
up.
grrrrrrr
down.
bums & bulletbelts