the food group

hope you had a happy christmas everyone. i love this band. see them if you can. i'm off to see louie austen. house sitting is fine. sorry to all the virgos. you know i love you. hope your hand feels better brookie.

time to start thinking like a monkey

yep. i'm having a monkey party for my birthday.
monkey monkey monkey

the all seeing oracle

CAPRICORN happy birthday! goaty face.

you're probably going to get drunk, maybe come around to the festive thing abit late, but lets face it, you are always a little behind. maybe even fight with your friend, cry in the pub, then vomit on your boot after chatting up two! yes two! 22 year olds after avoiding family bbqs with THE most handsome boy in the world... or something.

AQUARIUS
this is the dawning of the age of capricorn. get over yourselves. NO! you are the most clever! and SPECIAL. and i didn't mean it when i said GET FUCKED

PISCES
you are the best. much better than me. youranus will deliver a special present... DON"T OPEN IT!

ARIES
chutney club waits for no man

TAURUS
your boyfriend is a drunk

GEMINI
i don't know you. are you flirting with me?

CANCER
i know your busy right now but call me. i miss you.

LEO
you might suckface with the gurus twin brother... love interests? don't stand in the poo... yuck. too late.

VIRGO
you are so boring, drink more it might make you fun...NO? nice to try though.

LIBRA
oh you are SO PRETTY. and charming. NO don't blush. you know it. EVERYBODY is in love with you. YES YOU. pity we are so incompatible. but maybe we should get it on.

SCORPIO
i love you you weirdo

SAGITARIUS
but i love YOU more. much more.

CAKE CLUB

more cakes for cake club
for annies birthday yesterday we made a ladybird & babies. sweet. it was lemon & ginger cake with creamcheese icing.
kylees horse head. we would've put it in her bed if we could. HAPPY BRITHDAY BELLE.


happy holidays everyone. i'm not really in the spirit. but will go to the robroy tonight for the launch of kes's cd. i'm guessing it'll be beautiful. then i have two housesitting stints lined up. a cat to feed & a dragon to sun and some stick insects to mist. you?

rally

I was disappointed. at the number of people who didn’t come. I also love how these things are hijacked by special interest groups when even howard voting conservative bastards may want to protest the race riots in Sydney.

... unless they had some Christmas drinks to go to. CUNTS.

So I’m not feeling very festive. I’m over the drunk people.
NO! not you. I love you. REALLY... I’ll get over it.

apparently, after this weekend I am beginning an astrological phase that will be MORE FUN than I have had in a long time, possibly EVER. scary considering how much fun I have EVEN when I am a surly scowly sad kind of girl. that’s how I felt at our river picnic today. but I loved the beautiful ladies. and the pies and the blanket I lay on and the plum tree and the ducks and we laughed and laughed and it was good.



so now I am making peppercorn jelly. that’s what you do when you find wild plums. & this stuff is nice with some soft cheese. maybe roaring forties blue. WANKER.

if you buy a ticket in the chutney club Christmas raffle you might be able to enjoy a little over Christmas. the chutney club hamper looks good. buy a ticket. you can get them from me, or easier at newtown social club on Brunswick street. it’s drawn on Friday so get to it. we the chutney club are going to buy some goats with the proceeds.

good morning veitnam

yesterday morning i woke up to my phone, it was in my bed as an alarm. i was dreaming i was in veitnam. i do have them occasionally. usually when its hot and there's a fan on. something about the choppers... there are also lots of really raucous birds here in the treetops, so i often wake with jungle dreams...

but this time there was someone calling, a little voice... and i answered still asleep and still in veitnam... hello.... hello... hello... can you here me? hello...

in my dream i'd found a deep dark well, and somebody had fallen in and was calling to me from the deep dark depths... i couldn't make it out too well and i didn't have a rope, so i hung up.

SORRY ANG! i woke up with the phone in my hand and a mystery no. didn't really know what was going on or who it was, until later when you called and i worked out it was YOU! in the well! calling from canada! sorry i hung up the first time! i was asleep... lovely to talk to you darlin. miss you. thinking of you even though i'm not equipped to save you from the bottom of a well in veitnam...

i proceeded to call rachael and wake her up and confuse her too. HAHA... spread the love. speaking of which...

hope to see all of melbourne at the bourke street mall tomorow for the nonviolent protest against racist attacks...

meredith standoff

i was given a complimentary ticket and ride to meredith. thanks. it was my first time. i liked seeing tent city. tent suburbs. caravans on the hills. dust. pretty trees. camping ingenuity, also some not so ingenius; we saw quite a lot of flat tents in the wee hours of the morning. (how much would it suck to finally give in on drinking to crawl back to your recently built home to find it flat and dewy and freezing).

there were lots of good people to look at, coming together and being friendly. not sure how many good feelings i contributed to the atmosphere, I made a friend in the crowd, a girl apologized to me in the event that she had done something to upset me. she thought she had spilled a drink on me and I was about to start a rumble. HA. I never knew I could look so mean, especially not when I was just vagued out staring at the sky above wolfmother. both kate and don have called me crazy eyes stewart lately, so maybe I need to remember I can look nasty. particularly when hungover & tired & preoccupied with my dumb life.

she ended up introducing me to her boyfriend and telling me my evil death stare was quite alluring. see. friendly. she also asked me to come to tai chi in the morning but I didn’t make it.

it’s nice to bond with people in a collective way, even dazed drugged freaks who have mud on their faces. sometimes.

driving out felt a little like a deleted modern scene from the proposition. not sure of the soundtrack (it wasn’t nick cave moaning) but the post apocalyptic hangover was making it’s presence felt, though mine would’ve been nothing on most.

standing up in the crowd on eskys, admiring peoples dirty dirty feet and discussing brown dust snot, drinking from cans, eating oranges & corncobs, missing the only bands you want to see and watching, slightly appalled at others. huddling with handsome strangers to keep warm, trying to dance to keep warm, but scowling at annoying early morning djs (or whatever) yell all over any good song they half played. but it would be against the spirit of the event to moan about it. I enjoyed it all, it’s Australian in a good way, which was good to see, when we know there’s lots that’s bad.

i also had a ride on the ferris wheel, and saw my beautiful friend from up high. it looks like they're about to draw their weapons huh. count to ten. that man is about to fall.

hangman

i eased my toubled mind.... with billy childish at the tote. i saw them thanks to drew & his catching enthusiasm and endearing obsessivness.
stuckism huh billy...



it's awhile since i've been to a camping rock festival, but today i must borrow the tent and throw all inhibitions aside... embrace the love & besides i might get to talk to my rock n roll crush again... fingers crossed. will also develop some new ones. might also see my ladyblog crush too. woo hoo. weak knees.

BUT right now i have to go see some art. GOD. life sucks.

if you live in sydney go see the tranquilizers at the hopetoun this weekend.

colette

can ring my bell. NO.

claudine at school... it's the book i've been reading. & i loved it.

it started on a good note for me; the child of the hills who grew up free range in isolated north qld. i relate to her love of whiling away hours alone in the forest. my mother would send me outside to play if i complained or made any kind of bored noises. on a huge property with rainforest, rivers creeks and many many animals i managed to entertain myself. it was often me, as the youngest, at home alone while the biggies went to school... i had special places to explore, swimming holes all of my own, waterfalls and rapids and slipppery rocks to jump... yabbies to catch and tree kangaroos to startle. and snakes to strike fear into my heart. they still do, by the way.

i'd light fires and swim and sleep on the rocks. i'd say a lot of this contributes to the serious sun damage i have. free range and fairskinned in the skin cancer capital. BUT we all have to die of something ... anyway, collette in country france... and later pining for it from paris... which is the bit i relate to now. and probably goes a little way towards explaining why i wanted to go and live in new zealand after being in crazy overpopulated chinese cities... so to colette...

'dear woods! i know them all; i've scoured them so often... full of sun and strawberries and lilies of the valley; they are also full of snakes. i've shuddered there with choking terror at the sight of those dreadful, smooth, cold little bodies gliding just in front of my feet.... but never mind that: I shall always end by going back there, alone or with my friends. Better alone, because those girls are so young-lady-ish they annoy me. They're frightened of little creatures such as hairy caterpillars and those pretty heath spiders that are as pink and round as pearls; they squeal, they get tired - in fact, they're insufferable.

I have lived ten years of wild rovings, of conquests and discoveries, in those woods; the day when i have to leave them my heart will be very heavy.'*

yes i was a tomboy. bought up in the hills. that's why we are still quite rough around the edges. and why we need to go home, for a couple of months each year... so's i don't get all piney and destructive in the city... ar well.

i need a nap. then i'm going to make peppercorn jelly for chutney club on sunday.

oh & then i might go to seventh gallery to see the show of the clever empty simon, a little too clever at times. mensa? anyone?

might see you around. hope so. meredith, chutney club, ding dong dell?

* 'Claudine at School', Colette
first published 1900
published in penguin books 1963

bright light

not even a glimmer of inspiration here.

dead head.
things i learned on the weekend.

i got no arse to shake. it's a pity cause i like to shake it.

amazing footage of amazing dancers makes you want to dance in a totally inadequate imitation.

watching beautifully shot 70's soft porn only makes you want to watch real porn. (or make your own)

unllikely people are probably the most likely.

yum cha is a happy happy land.
(even when you've had 2 hours sleep and suffer waves of nausea & anna keeps grabbing sago pudding and placing pretty coloured medicine flavoured jelly on the lazy susan)

it's worth getting out of bed on sunday morning to show your friends you love them.

it's worth calling that boy, even if you feel surly and heart-achey for no reason. he might even play you some good old-timey music.

nice

i moved in with kate for a while so not homeless yet. i 've been getting to know my new hood. it's nice.
nice to see ronan. nice to celebrate with flieschy. very nice to get out of town. no job yet so i went camping. unemployed and not too sad about it whislt hunting for koalas in trees by the river. or staring at fires.
i made the pineapple upside down cake in honour of flieschi and cake club that has died before it really began.
CAKE CLUB.
8 CAKES A WEEK!
careful though cake club might turn you into a fatty. or so the club says, hi cass!

fatty boombatty. but this is pretty huh.

intelligence from dell tonight. might see you at dingdong saturday for the tranquilisers ep launch they are clever and i love them. i will dance. must sleep now though. still got the bird flu. bye love. cameron & andrea are loving canada. i am loving them both from a distance... *sigh* specially now they have a blog. so share the love. they look a little something like this.

nah! but right now I am loving the muppets dvd up close. it makes me happy. hi patty!