I have a minor affliction. I stop to smell the roses. all the time. its taking me ages to get anywhere. my current neighbourhood is full of them. some of them don’t smell good at all. some do. I smell them again and again.
a little lady caught me on Thursday. she was about to tell me off. thinking I was going to steal her rose, but I just lent down and sniffed it. smiled at her and sniffed it again. she laughed at me. you know when something’s so good you sigh out loud.
an example. MMMMMMM mangoes. make me happy.
I’m enjoying lots of simple pleasures but I’m not gonna go into it here.
love dell, wishing you well
with your various afflictions.
it’s spring & we all know what that means. hope you don't get hayfever like me so's you can enjoy it..
10/25/05
10/21/05
brother club
chutney club has a brother club…
sausage CLUB, this is serious… unlike the splinter group, cake club and the tapenade society.
this makes me HAPPY*
*for all my friends the vegetarians sorry if it upsets you to grind the animals and stuff them into tasty little intestine bags. BUT some things in life are better done yourself. and they taste so good.
which reminds me of my friend at art school who called herself vegetarian apart from eating sausages. her theory was that at least people like her made sure that the cow was all used up, including the arseholes and eyeballs.
I found that logic disturbing. I grew up eating homegrown organic happy meat. not hippy, happy. you can taste it. these animals had a good life. I left home and never bought meat for 8 years. I ate it when I went home to the good stuff. otherwise, no sir. until I found Jonathon’s of Collingwood. then I embraced the sausage again.
We made sausages at home once when I was little. mixing up the herbs and spices and pushing it through the machine. I thought it was gross. but the sausages tasted good, and we didn’t need to think of the arseholes & eyeballs, like with other sausages.
that’s why I was so impressed when kade made a sausage. it’s funny, it makes me laugh but also it was good. and he knows what went into it. & I hope he invites me to sausage club… even if it’s gross… or at least I get to try the sausages. we’ve got plenty of homemade chutney to share. iron chef chutney club apple challenge is soon.
now we just need a mother club. the breads and crackers club. and then maybe the sisters beer brewing club. or wine. then we could all get together and have a big friendly picnic.
who’s in?
sausage CLUB, this is serious… unlike the splinter group, cake club and the tapenade society.
this makes me HAPPY*
*for all my friends the vegetarians sorry if it upsets you to grind the animals and stuff them into tasty little intestine bags. BUT some things in life are better done yourself. and they taste so good.
which reminds me of my friend at art school who called herself vegetarian apart from eating sausages. her theory was that at least people like her made sure that the cow was all used up, including the arseholes and eyeballs.
I found that logic disturbing. I grew up eating homegrown organic happy meat. not hippy, happy. you can taste it. these animals had a good life. I left home and never bought meat for 8 years. I ate it when I went home to the good stuff. otherwise, no sir. until I found Jonathon’s of Collingwood. then I embraced the sausage again.
We made sausages at home once when I was little. mixing up the herbs and spices and pushing it through the machine. I thought it was gross. but the sausages tasted good, and we didn’t need to think of the arseholes & eyeballs, like with other sausages.
that’s why I was so impressed when kade made a sausage. it’s funny, it makes me laugh but also it was good. and he knows what went into it. & I hope he invites me to sausage club… even if it’s gross… or at least I get to try the sausages. we’ve got plenty of homemade chutney to share. iron chef chutney club apple challenge is soon.
now we just need a mother club. the breads and crackers club. and then maybe the sisters beer brewing club. or wine. then we could all get together and have a big friendly picnic.
who’s in?
10/19/05
LOOk mum no hands!
Melbourne is a good bike town. mostly flat. I like riding a bike. it’s quicker than walking and I get impatient.
It can be scary. I have had car doors opened onto me heaps of times… but only once have I hit one at speed… I had massive bruises across my boobs for weeks. it can be fun to show people the scary bruises. the driver/door opener was terrified. I don’t blame him with a tangled up girl and bike suddenly in his lap.
look in the mirror. look in the mirror.
brookie got hit by a 4wd the other night. i worry. here’s her bruise.
but I can’t be all high and mighty. I have had heaps of drunken bike incidents that didn’t involve others at all. so I’m luckier than I deserve.
I started serious post-graduate study in a short dress with two gravel rash knees, from falling off my bike on my doorstep on the way home from a party. but the drunk stuff never hurts as much as when your sober.
I hit a pothole in the road. broad daylight on the way to work, on a quiet street in Fitzroy. went over the handlebars and crash. I had cut up hands and shoulders and knees and face. ripped my favourite t-shirt… a shirt that just that morning I hadn’t let Drew wear home cause It’s MY favourite. bad dell.
karma. I’m a believer.
so there I was, on the street. unable to get up. 3 people walked past without so much as an ‘are you ok?’ instead crossing the street to the other side. PEOPLE… I know it’s near smith street and all, but junkies don’t usually overdose wrapped in a bike.
a nice hippie girl helped me up and walked me down the hill to the doctors. waited with me cause I had fainted twice already. thanks nice hippie girl.
karma. I’m a believer.
my fingernail was sliced off. yuck. I’m no good with blood and stuff. that’s why I faint. but I’m pretty rough & tumble. within a few hours I was showing it off as my new project. look, no fingernail ew.
a week later. look, still no fingernail. ew.
HA HA.
but do I think of ANY of this when I suggest simon triples me and kate on his new gay bike… to dumpling town … nuh. I even took photos.
it’s all fun and games till someone loses a fingernail.
then it’s more fun and games. LOOK no fingernail.
see. how’s that for some roundabout, no point to it story.
have a nice day. ride safe.
It can be scary. I have had car doors opened onto me heaps of times… but only once have I hit one at speed… I had massive bruises across my boobs for weeks. it can be fun to show people the scary bruises. the driver/door opener was terrified. I don’t blame him with a tangled up girl and bike suddenly in his lap.
look in the mirror. look in the mirror.
brookie got hit by a 4wd the other night. i worry. here’s her bruise.
but I can’t be all high and mighty. I have had heaps of drunken bike incidents that didn’t involve others at all. so I’m luckier than I deserve.
I started serious post-graduate study in a short dress with two gravel rash knees, from falling off my bike on my doorstep on the way home from a party. but the drunk stuff never hurts as much as when your sober.
I hit a pothole in the road. broad daylight on the way to work, on a quiet street in Fitzroy. went over the handlebars and crash. I had cut up hands and shoulders and knees and face. ripped my favourite t-shirt… a shirt that just that morning I hadn’t let Drew wear home cause It’s MY favourite. bad dell.
karma. I’m a believer.
so there I was, on the street. unable to get up. 3 people walked past without so much as an ‘are you ok?’ instead crossing the street to the other side. PEOPLE… I know it’s near smith street and all, but junkies don’t usually overdose wrapped in a bike.
a nice hippie girl helped me up and walked me down the hill to the doctors. waited with me cause I had fainted twice already. thanks nice hippie girl.
karma. I’m a believer.
my fingernail was sliced off. yuck. I’m no good with blood and stuff. that’s why I faint. but I’m pretty rough & tumble. within a few hours I was showing it off as my new project. look, no fingernail ew.
a week later. look, still no fingernail. ew.
HA HA.
but do I think of ANY of this when I suggest simon triples me and kate on his new gay bike… to dumpling town … nuh. I even took photos.
it’s all fun and games till someone loses a fingernail.
then it’s more fun and games. LOOK no fingernail.
see. how’s that for some roundabout, no point to it story.
have a nice day. ride safe.
10/17/05
& so i goes...
we went to ceres. black sheep. kind of brown really.
ate & drank with ladies at my house. went out. got impatient. went home.
i potted plants in the backyard with don playing guitar. then played glum gang with simon.
then these two found me. trouble in brown. drinking rum in the park. then the pub.
a few hours later i left em on the couch. brown couch disaster.
bbq. kade made a sausage. it was long, & it tasted good. we drank too much wine. bad.
i woke up sad.
but saw some bluegrass & ate pies with brookie & went to pub with paul to see some japanese pop, even though we were wearing the same tshirt.
i loved it. made me happy. music makes me happy.
ate & drank with ladies at my house. went out. got impatient. went home.
i potted plants in the backyard with don playing guitar. then played glum gang with simon.
then these two found me. trouble in brown. drinking rum in the park. then the pub. a few hours later i left em on the couch. brown couch disaster.
bbq. kade made a sausage. it was long, & it tasted good. we drank too much wine. bad.
i woke up sad.
but saw some bluegrass & ate pies with brookie & went to pub with paul to see some japanese pop, even though we were wearing the same tshirt.
i loved it. made me happy. music makes me happy.
10/16/05
double lucky
today is one of those days where i would write something more if the cable reached my bed. it doesn't.
10/14/05
meaningful stuff
DELL
D is for Devious
E is for Exquisite
L is for Luscious
L is for Lucky
inspired by clementine
What Does Your Name Mean?
D is for Devious
E is for Exquisite
L is for Luscious
L is for Lucky
inspired by clementine
What Does Your Name Mean?
10/12/05
poetry
i'm in a i don't have much to say phase. life is funny. harder to arrange than i want it to be. here are some poems you can read if you feel like it. i do. Rumi. sufi poet, whirling dervish. drunken dancer. i can relate to the last bit at least.
pale sunlight
pale the wall
love moves away
the light changes
I need more grace, than I thought
...........
gone inner & outer, no moon, no ground or sky.
don’t hand me another glass of wine.
pour it in my mouth.
I’ve lost the way to my mouth.
...........
when water gets caught in habitual whirlpools
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. there is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can’t hope.
the hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back toward you.
...........
why live some soberer way & feel you ebbing out.
I won’t do it
either give me enough wine or leave me alone
now that I know how it is to be with you in a constant conversation
...........
pale sunlight
pale the wall
love moves away
the light changes
I need more grace, than I thought
...........
gone inner & outer, no moon, no ground or sky.
don’t hand me another glass of wine.
pour it in my mouth.
I’ve lost the way to my mouth.
...........
when water gets caught in habitual whirlpools
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. there is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can’t hope.
the hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back toward you.
...........
why live some soberer way & feel you ebbing out.
I won’t do it
either give me enough wine or leave me alone
now that I know how it is to be with you in a constant conversation
...........
10/10/05
10/2/05
let my lover go
would someone with a credit card buy me this. miss kate sent it. good name eh.
i have so many melbourne photos but you & i will have to wait til i get my internet sorted. see how long it takes me...
right now i have a headache. cause i haven't slept enough in the last week. if you saw me i'd be grumpy & i might sneer. & i have bruises on my knees from dancing with emma gallagher. it's inevitable really. bite marks too.
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