nice to see you
you look good
...me?
ahhh you know.
...you don't?
no, me either.
give me a moment though won't you.
i'm delighted to be back.
i wanted to say i love australia & i love to be back but it's not so simple. is it.
i want to see you. look you up and down, give you a kiss. or pull your hair.
be gentle with me though, unless i pull your hair.
then we might have to have a rumble.
9/28/05
9/26/05
truly she is none other
in the words of some truly great people.
rhymes with hell... i fear kate may have started something with that....
she's not BAD, ROTTEN... cass kowalski though he means it in the best possible way i'm sure...
that, muffin is fucken trouble.... matty
she's got eyes of the bluest skies & if they thought of rain... i'd hate to look into those eyes & see an ounce of pain... gun's n roses**
wooooooh ohohoh sweet love of mine..... ooooo where do we go now, where do we go, where do we go now, where do we go... ai ai ai ai ai
BURN DOWN THE TOWN! kate on my leaving...
i'm back... it's all a bit troublesome really. BUT we should rejoice. I missed melbourne & i missed you. YES YOU
ON THAT NOTE!
don't beleive the hype, it's a sequel.
wise words indeed from FLAVA FLAV
which is my disclaimer if i am no fun, or if now i wanna be your dog... iggy & the stooges
so come on.
oh yeah dell get a fucking phone. brooke.
** what you didn't know that song was for me? well friend. now you know...
rhymes with hell... i fear kate may have started something with that....
she's not BAD, ROTTEN... cass kowalski though he means it in the best possible way i'm sure...
that, muffin is fucken trouble.... matty
she's got eyes of the bluest skies & if they thought of rain... i'd hate to look into those eyes & see an ounce of pain... gun's n roses**
wooooooh ohohoh sweet love of mine..... ooooo where do we go now, where do we go, where do we go now, where do we go... ai ai ai ai ai
BURN DOWN THE TOWN! kate on my leaving...
i'm back... it's all a bit troublesome really. BUT we should rejoice. I missed melbourne & i missed you. YES YOU
ON THAT NOTE!
don't beleive the hype, it's a sequel.
wise words indeed from FLAVA FLAV
which is my disclaimer if i am no fun, or if now i wanna be your dog... iggy & the stooges
so come on.
oh yeah dell get a fucking phone. brooke.
** what you didn't know that song was for me? well friend. now you know...
9/16/05
observations..
“…an equation that expresses the form of natural casual development. notice that this last sentence doesn’t say anything about what is developing. that is because nobody knows…”
that about sums my situation up. a snippet on quantum physics from ‘The Dancing Wu Li Masters’, by Gary Zukav.
my reading material of choice for the last week.
the house I am sitting in is the house of two doctors of upper atmospheric physics. & the bookshelf is full of heady titles like plasma physics, quantum physics, numerical recipes, the art of scientific computing yada yada yada…
we also have subscriptions to the journal of atmospheric & solar-territorial physics, physics today, new scientist & Australian Physics… so I’ve been reading new scientist too. which isn’t new. it’s been a favourite for ages.
it’ almost over. my house sitting. and it’s a bit sad. I love having a huge house to myself. other fringe benefits include pene’s garden. abundant with snowpeas baby spinach carrots broccoli silverbeet & herbs. it was specified as one of my jobs. pick lots of peas.
the weather has been amazing, picture perfect, smile all the day springtime.
this is a pretty kowhai (yellow) tree. and some other New Zealand icons worth celebrating.
I have developed a soft spot for Wellington, mostly cause of miss amy laurenson, also because its so pretty and all the boys have cute accents. but amy introduced me to lovely people, let me live in her lovely house and has been a WONDERFUL hostess. my aunt pene too. (who is one of my mum's families famed over-achiever’s, wintered in the antartic studying the upper atmosphere, then wrote a book about being the only woman on an antartic base for months)
it’s tiny. new Zealand is smaller & bigger than I thought. now there’s another worthwhile observation from dell. I’m running out of time to see lots of stuff. volcanoes and beaches and mountains and bush. seen some of it anyway. & yep it’s pretty.
people are nice. but lots of people wear pounami, tiki’s or bonefishhook things or whatever. hippies. and lots of other peole wear tshirts with maps of new zealand on them. fine. whatever. nationalism is big at the moment. i love a bit of trashy australiana more than most, but it's all over the hipsters & the shops.
I know some maori kids songs and how to say wash your hands. I have been working with a whole bunch of samoan ladies and they rock. laughing lovely mountainous ladies. eating taro and green banana and hunting mussells at lunchtime. pulling eyebrows when the boss turns her back.
I’ll miss the kids. I’ll miss the gorgeous weather. I’ll miss my wee cousin William. who blows me away and makes me smile. he is four and say’s things like ‘IT’S AN ABOMINATION!’, ‘open some lemonade, I’m not having any of that common beer…’ when you drink beer near him. & ‘I’m noting the laws of physics’, when I ask him why he’s watering the path instead of the garden… freaking scientists children huh…
family resemblance no? noting his good australian jumper...
anyways, I will plan to come back to see a volcano or some hot mud, preferably on a roadtrip with a good looking driver or four. HA
till then i have a week of activities to undertake. hope you're all in good health & spirits. love dell
that about sums my situation up. a snippet on quantum physics from ‘The Dancing Wu Li Masters’, by Gary Zukav.
my reading material of choice for the last week.
the house I am sitting in is the house of two doctors of upper atmospheric physics. & the bookshelf is full of heady titles like plasma physics, quantum physics, numerical recipes, the art of scientific computing yada yada yada…
we also have subscriptions to the journal of atmospheric & solar-territorial physics, physics today, new scientist & Australian Physics… so I’ve been reading new scientist too. which isn’t new. it’s been a favourite for ages.
it’ almost over. my house sitting. and it’s a bit sad. I love having a huge house to myself. other fringe benefits include pene’s garden. abundant with snowpeas baby spinach carrots broccoli silverbeet & herbs. it was specified as one of my jobs. pick lots of peas.
the weather has been amazing, picture perfect, smile all the day springtime.
this is a pretty kowhai (yellow) tree. and some other New Zealand icons worth celebrating.
I have developed a soft spot for Wellington, mostly cause of miss amy laurenson, also because its so pretty and all the boys have cute accents. but amy introduced me to lovely people, let me live in her lovely house and has been a WONDERFUL hostess. my aunt pene too. (who is one of my mum's families famed over-achiever’s, wintered in the antartic studying the upper atmosphere, then wrote a book about being the only woman on an antartic base for months)
it’s tiny. new Zealand is smaller & bigger than I thought. now there’s another worthwhile observation from dell. I’m running out of time to see lots of stuff. volcanoes and beaches and mountains and bush. seen some of it anyway. & yep it’s pretty.
people are nice. but lots of people wear pounami, tiki’s or bonefishhook things or whatever. hippies. and lots of other peole wear tshirts with maps of new zealand on them. fine. whatever. nationalism is big at the moment. i love a bit of trashy australiana more than most, but it's all over the hipsters & the shops.
I know some maori kids songs and how to say wash your hands. I have been working with a whole bunch of samoan ladies and they rock. laughing lovely mountainous ladies. eating taro and green banana and hunting mussells at lunchtime. pulling eyebrows when the boss turns her back.
I’ll miss the kids. I’ll miss the gorgeous weather. I’ll miss my wee cousin William. who blows me away and makes me smile. he is four and say’s things like ‘IT’S AN ABOMINATION!’, ‘open some lemonade, I’m not having any of that common beer…’ when you drink beer near him. & ‘I’m noting the laws of physics’, when I ask him why he’s watering the path instead of the garden… freaking scientists children huh…
family resemblance no? noting his good australian jumper...
anyways, I will plan to come back to see a volcano or some hot mud, preferably on a roadtrip with a good looking driver or four. HA
till then i have a week of activities to undertake. hope you're all in good health & spirits. love dell
9/11/05
my first time
on roller skates. at a roller disco, at the kilbrinie rec centre. i didn't fall over once. i spent a bit of time sitting by the wall taking photos. and a bit being trained by rob, jess and jane. was fun eh. i have sore legs.
9/5/05
oh brad. i'm mad...
for bach activities
I love the idea of weekends away. the bach thing. The house I stayed in on the weekend would be at the extreme home & garden entertaining end of the scale. games galore, cupboards full of HUGE platters and hundreds of WHITE plates & cups & linen. with beachy furnishings and a basket full of straw hats, and a HUGE manicured lawn and landscaped water garden you walk through to the ocean. so yeah nestled in behind the sanddunes, we indulged in late night lawn dancing, sharp shooting, croquet, speed scrabble, knitting & crochet & film pitching. I saw fat pheasants, tui’s and pukekos (we call them water chooks)… & did a bit of swimming in the ocean. which is pretty extreme at this time of year in New Zealand... all very lovely.
I challenge you to write a story or pitch a film using that… or not.
there’s a lie-hite, lie-hite, in the darkness of ev-er-reeeee bodies night… I can’t get this rocky horror picture show moment out of my head… it has nothing to do with the dancing...
LATE NIGHT LAWN DANCING when you discover a lawn like this, outside in bare-feet for the first time since queensland, after drinking Canadian Club for hours & we’ve all just been delighted into dancing by something with a raucous claptrack…well, you dance. especially if you are legwarmer wearing members of the ‘real hot bitches’ TM dance club...
“ what we lack in technique, boy do we make up for in PASSION…We plan to leave no dance stone unturned…only when we're dancing do we feel this free”...on our bitches profile we had to give a song lyric that best describes you, ‘welcome to the jungle’ was the first that came to mind, though I must admit to ALWAYS being unprepared for this kind of question… anyone can choreograph a session… open to all styles, I have experienced the wonder of ‘push it ‘ & ‘hot in the city’ but before it gets too scary I’m wanting to choerograph a routine to some gunners or some country… it’s all about the image, a whole room full of bitches on their knees to some country shit would please me no end…
GUNS & ROSES. I'm a sharp shooter too. the boys pulled out a gun and some targets to place on the lawn and we all had a shot at it. I grew up with guns around and holding one again ruined my fantasy of being a gun-slinging queen of the saloon… she’s a gun, son of a gun… it reminded me how much I dislike them in reality.
super young my dad gave us lessons on how to shoot. the theory that if there are guns around you have to know how to use them, treat them with respect… I remember taking shots at some tins on the fence post from the verandah in true hillbilly fashion… I saw my dad shoot a few king browns. big deadly very territorial snakes. then, when we all moved out of home my dad did pistol shooting for a few years, as a sport, he won lots of trophies… he taught me about the breathing, focus… but I was probably the most surprised when in one shot I hit the target. first.shot.hit.HA.hot.shit. i put the gun down before I had a chance to spoil my perfect record. nick had to get it after that, then the show was gladly over…I don’t like guns.*
I played my first real game of croquet, it was spent mostly on the first hoopy thing tustling it out with jess while the rest of the team made their way around the pitch? trying to work out how to balance beer on the lawn, or place in jeans pocket or make jess hold it, or…I always liked the idea of LAWN GAMES, and CROQUET especially if only because of Heathers. I watched that film maybe too many times during my formative years… back in johnny’s ‘Wynona Forever’ days, before reality bit poor winona, is it y or I??? (I’m not googling winona ryder) lazy bones.
speaking of Johnny, I want to see Charlie & the chocolate factory this week. wonder if I can get a date? this post is all over the shop, just trying to tell you about the weekend… things get out of hand.
*I just watched elephant, Gus Van Sant’s film of a high school massacre. scary film. hypnotic, voyeuristic, no explanation, no resolution. kind of cold, but not as well… I liked it. despite being preoccupied with the distinct lack of all those fat American teens we keep hearing about… or maybe it happens later, the fatness. I dunno.
I love the idea of weekends away. the bach thing. The house I stayed in on the weekend would be at the extreme home & garden entertaining end of the scale. games galore, cupboards full of HUGE platters and hundreds of WHITE plates & cups & linen. with beachy furnishings and a basket full of straw hats, and a HUGE manicured lawn and landscaped water garden you walk through to the ocean. so yeah nestled in behind the sanddunes, we indulged in late night lawn dancing, sharp shooting, croquet, speed scrabble, knitting & crochet & film pitching. I saw fat pheasants, tui’s and pukekos (we call them water chooks)… & did a bit of swimming in the ocean. which is pretty extreme at this time of year in New Zealand... all very lovely.
I challenge you to write a story or pitch a film using that… or not.
there’s a lie-hite, lie-hite, in the darkness of ev-er-reeeee bodies night… I can’t get this rocky horror picture show moment out of my head… it has nothing to do with the dancing...
LATE NIGHT LAWN DANCING when you discover a lawn like this, outside in bare-feet for the first time since queensland, after drinking Canadian Club for hours & we’ve all just been delighted into dancing by something with a raucous claptrack…well, you dance. especially if you are legwarmer wearing members of the ‘real hot bitches’ TM dance club...
“ what we lack in technique, boy do we make up for in PASSION…We plan to leave no dance stone unturned…only when we're dancing do we feel this free”...on our bitches profile we had to give a song lyric that best describes you, ‘welcome to the jungle’ was the first that came to mind, though I must admit to ALWAYS being unprepared for this kind of question… anyone can choreograph a session… open to all styles, I have experienced the wonder of ‘push it ‘ & ‘hot in the city’ but before it gets too scary I’m wanting to choerograph a routine to some gunners or some country… it’s all about the image, a whole room full of bitches on their knees to some country shit would please me no end…
GUNS & ROSES. I'm a sharp shooter too. the boys pulled out a gun and some targets to place on the lawn and we all had a shot at it. I grew up with guns around and holding one again ruined my fantasy of being a gun-slinging queen of the saloon… she’s a gun, son of a gun… it reminded me how much I dislike them in reality.
super young my dad gave us lessons on how to shoot. the theory that if there are guns around you have to know how to use them, treat them with respect… I remember taking shots at some tins on the fence post from the verandah in true hillbilly fashion… I saw my dad shoot a few king browns. big deadly very territorial snakes. then, when we all moved out of home my dad did pistol shooting for a few years, as a sport, he won lots of trophies… he taught me about the breathing, focus… but I was probably the most surprised when in one shot I hit the target. first.shot.hit.HA.hot.shit. i put the gun down before I had a chance to spoil my perfect record. nick had to get it after that, then the show was gladly over…I don’t like guns.*
I played my first real game of croquet, it was spent mostly on the first hoopy thing tustling it out with jess while the rest of the team made their way around the pitch? trying to work out how to balance beer on the lawn, or place in jeans pocket or make jess hold it, or…I always liked the idea of LAWN GAMES, and CROQUET especially if only because of Heathers. I watched that film maybe too many times during my formative years… back in johnny’s ‘Wynona Forever’ days, before reality bit poor winona, is it y or I??? (I’m not googling winona ryder) lazy bones.
speaking of Johnny, I want to see Charlie & the chocolate factory this week. wonder if I can get a date? this post is all over the shop, just trying to tell you about the weekend… things get out of hand.
*I just watched elephant, Gus Van Sant’s film of a high school massacre. scary film. hypnotic, voyeuristic, no explanation, no resolution. kind of cold, but not as well… I liked it. despite being preoccupied with the distinct lack of all those fat American teens we keep hearing about… or maybe it happens later, the fatness. I dunno.
9/2/05
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