ms fits’ tales of unfortunate fish with unfortunate, yet dramtic, names, made me think a little on names...
twins. there was an article in a magazine about them. we liked a pair named wah & man.
what a good set of names. picture them as little babies, one named wah, with a brother named man. MAN.
how pleasing.
I’m told I’m having twins. by a psychic, my great grandma and my mother too... I argue that you have to want children to end up with twins; but, they just ignore my protestations.
on the upside, it’d be a good opportunity to choose some complementary names. fish & chips might be a winner, but winnie & blue just about made me want children, just to lumber them with that. so frenchy & romantic yet white trash & desolate... covers all possible outcomes really. no REALLY... it’s not SO evil, It’s from the heart... & it’d be just FINE if they had a French father*
REALLY IT WOULD.
*or other mother (even better)
I’ll see what I can do.
in other news, I know I said I was over art, but I just saw some exhibitions that made me smile...
the Ghanan fantasy coffins at 45 downstairs (45 flinders lane) are a wonder to behold. I might choose to go out in the belly of a shark on the day I die...
just the notion of dying in a celebratory, last wishes, last words... ‘GOD, I do what I want’ ‘suck on this brothers, I’m going out inside a silk-lined radish’ type manner really pleases me...
last words indeed...
also stunning textiles at rmit gallery...
x
3/30/06
james
he was small & quick of action and wit. a porn collection famous amongst all who saw it. we were fourteen. I saw it.
despite or because of that, we would hold hands on the school bus and shyly look into each others eyes. his mum was lovely and somehow had no idea, a bit simple.
but he had traveled a lot, a boxing champion, and knew more than most his age, but when I saw him last he’d fallen; a small town, football team, thick-necked drinker.
not to judge. I am a fallen, small-city, rock n roll hedonist with no prospects either. we’ve just gone our separate ways.
and thank god for that...
makes me wonder about these totally absorbing, but later fleeting, obsessions, lusts and loves. I’ve been molded and melded, led & misled by both lasting & passing attractions.
yes,
crushes, I have them come and go like postmen, others stay forever.
you too, I know.
I just wish I’d be better at choosing directions. the girl with the predatory stare (she pins me to my chair)... the wounded young boy (makes me blush speechless)... the cocky prick (brings out the smart bitch)...
BUT...
why do it again?
to want, and make and lose a friend...
... told you i was moody.
despite or because of that, we would hold hands on the school bus and shyly look into each others eyes. his mum was lovely and somehow had no idea, a bit simple.
but he had traveled a lot, a boxing champion, and knew more than most his age, but when I saw him last he’d fallen; a small town, football team, thick-necked drinker.
not to judge. I am a fallen, small-city, rock n roll hedonist with no prospects either. we’ve just gone our separate ways.
and thank god for that...
makes me wonder about these totally absorbing, but later fleeting, obsessions, lusts and loves. I’ve been molded and melded, led & misled by both lasting & passing attractions.
yes,
crushes, I have them come and go like postmen, others stay forever.
you too, I know.
I just wish I’d be better at choosing directions. the girl with the predatory stare (she pins me to my chair)... the wounded young boy (makes me blush speechless)... the cocky prick (brings out the smart bitch)...
BUT...
why do it again?
to want, and make and lose a friend...
... told you i was moody.
3/28/06
moody food
my mum&dad & my sister&family still have no power, fuel rations too... back to school this week though. so lots of stories to tell.
cyclone stories from young boys are always action packed. i cannot muster any of their energy at the moment though. this post will remainnice & dull.
i'm eating a banana. why have i craved them ever since the dreaded 'banana collapse'...
i'm going to make it's brothers into a cake, with nuts & nutmeg&cinnamon... share the love.
mmmm...full as a goog....which is something my mum used to say. i'm sending her a cheerful food parcel. they are all a bit glum and need a holiday... and i'm out in solidarity...
cyclone stories from young boys are always action packed. i cannot muster any of their energy at the moment though. this post will remainnice & dull.
i'm eating a banana. why have i craved them ever since the dreaded 'banana collapse'...
i'm going to make it's brothers into a cake, with nuts & nutmeg&cinnamon... share the love.
mmmm...full as a goog....which is something my mum used to say. i'm sending her a cheerful food parcel. they are all a bit glum and need a holiday... and i'm out in solidarity...
3/27/06
lost & found
lazy sunday backyard afternoon, cooking a feast with brooke & lachael. how lovely was the weather? we all wore pretty frocks and lay on a blanket in the park. & looked at dogs and laughed. & listened to drifting park music.
is dub more annoying than any other kind of music? no. i guess there are a lot of contenders for that prize. BUT it's up there. maybe my tolerance was tested when i lived for two years with a secret convert. scarred for life.
i picked figs and stewed them with strawberries & ate with french vanilla icecream. DELICIOUS
lost garden found.
opening tonight at level three 96 flinders street. don't go hanging round in the lost & found...
guess i'll see you there then. x
or on wednesday for music and beer?
is dub more annoying than any other kind of music? no. i guess there are a lot of contenders for that prize. BUT it's up there. maybe my tolerance was tested when i lived for two years with a secret convert. scarred for life.
i picked figs and stewed them with strawberries & ate with french vanilla icecream. DELICIOUS
lost garden found.
opening tonight at level three 96 flinders street. don't go hanging round in the lost & found...
guess i'll see you there then. x
or on wednesday for music and beer?
mr & mrs
yesterday I was witness to THE most idyllic wedding. it was lovely. all starry-eyed in love, under the shade of the trees by the river. birds singing, music & dancing & boating.
jonny & heidi live in the best place in Melbourne, and I’ve cursed them for it, in a loving way, numerous times. BUT it was and always is such a pleasure to see them there. especially yesterday, surrounded by delighted friends and family. I’m a sucker for the dad and daughter moment, so I did have a tear in my eye on more than one occasion. champagne in hand, a little heady, though perfect for a beautiful hot autumn day,
jonny & heidi live in the best place in Melbourne, and I’ve cursed them for it, in a loving way, numerous times. BUT it was and always is such a pleasure to see them there. especially yesterday, surrounded by delighted friends and family. I’m a sucker for the dad and daughter moment, so I did have a tear in my eye on more than one occasion. champagne in hand, a little heady, though perfect for a beautiful hot autumn day,
3/24/06
i need some kind of discipline
I dropped my boyfriend. then we laughed about it, cause I used those words, you're dropped. which is about as funny as... something funny but, much more sad.
if you haven’t seen the nextwave container show, please go there. just for the firstdraft show. those Michael Jackson dancers made me go back three times. & I stayed for as long as I could before the strobe sent me ill. between times I’d go and look at that nice bbq. choice cuts from new zealands high street project. there is probably more better info over at nextwave but i don't have much time. jaquelyn greenbank, cargo cults project
crocheted chops & eggs... does it get better?
maybe if it wasn’t surrounded by a sea of mediocre, crap art. but I’m hoping you, too, have a filter and can get through un-scathed.
david keating is pretty clever & he has a show opening tonight at kings gallery 171 kings street. also platform has some good things to look at if you catch the trains.
i'll be glad when this festival is over so i can stop seeing so much art. but for a change i danced to some kenyan hip hop last night, that was fun.
if you haven’t seen the nextwave container show, please go there. just for the firstdraft show. those Michael Jackson dancers made me go back three times. & I stayed for as long as I could before the strobe sent me ill. between times I’d go and look at that nice bbq. choice cuts from new zealands high street project. there is probably more better info over at nextwave but i don't have much time. jaquelyn greenbank, cargo cults project
crocheted chops & eggs... does it get better?
maybe if it wasn’t surrounded by a sea of mediocre, crap art. but I’m hoping you, too, have a filter and can get through un-scathed.
david keating is pretty clever & he has a show opening tonight at kings gallery 171 kings street. also platform has some good things to look at if you catch the trains.
i'll be glad when this festival is over so i can stop seeing so much art. but for a change i danced to some kenyan hip hop last night, that was fun.
3/22/06
hey sport
I am faster and better and can chuck this big thing much further than you can.
NER.
then I’m gonna yell and gloat about it, and happily look a fool too. why?
i'm a child.
NO!
just getting into the spirit.
I keep seeing cheerful families on the train. a change from the junkies and grumpy old folks I usually share hours with. they’re still there, but are also at sea in a crowd of blue and orange mum & pops in their leisurewear.
surreal.
i bought the paper to see pictures of the worst cyclone to hit australia, but was treated to a colourful testament to our gold struck glory!
ah shuddup and go see some more art. loser.
NER.
then I’m gonna yell and gloat about it, and happily look a fool too. why?
i'm a child.
NO!
just getting into the spirit.
I keep seeing cheerful families on the train. a change from the junkies and grumpy old folks I usually share hours with. they’re still there, but are also at sea in a crowd of blue and orange mum & pops in their leisurewear.
surreal.
i bought the paper to see pictures of the worst cyclone to hit australia, but was treated to a colourful testament to our gold struck glory!
ah shuddup and go see some more art. loser.
3/20/06
hello north queensland
i'm thinking of home. i've just been on the phone to my mum & dad... & watching the news. a rare thing for me, but i wanted to see what they've been through... they had an anxious and terrifying day. it was a direct hit category 5 cyclone. luckily it passed over quite quickly.
so yes, my family are all fine, their houses managed to mostly hold together, so, relief. phoebe said her roof was lifting about 8 inches then falling, but luckily it was towards the end, and wasn't lost. my dad's brother rang and asked if they had seen his chimney. he lives on the other side of the mountain range, 15 kilometres away. they hadn't... a lot of damage though. which is more than a little heartbreaking since I know how much work they put into their properties. and that goes for everyone...
they have a lot of work to do, but are fine. i have been anxious all day too, my belly is still all upset and i'm thousands of kilometres away...
cyclone larry.
so yes, my family are all fine, their houses managed to mostly hold together, so, relief. phoebe said her roof was lifting about 8 inches then falling, but luckily it was towards the end, and wasn't lost. my dad's brother rang and asked if they had seen his chimney. he lives on the other side of the mountain range, 15 kilometres away. they hadn't... a lot of damage though. which is more than a little heartbreaking since I know how much work they put into their properties. and that goes for everyone...
they have a lot of work to do, but are fine. i have been anxious all day too, my belly is still all upset and i'm thousands of kilometres away...
cyclone larry.
cyclone larry
another cylone, this one was headed strait for a lot of my loved ones. and featured winds stronger than have been seen since cyclone tracy. mum & dad's phone cuts out at the first sign of any heavy monsoonal rain so of course they are uncontactable. telstra's famed commitment to services in the bush. they'll be fine, but you know, it would be nicer to know.
in other news i broke my camera so it might get a little dull and sad around here, as photos tend to tide us over the more unenthusiastic periods... maybe it's fixable. i certainly can't afford to replace it. i love it and have seen over a million things to take pictures of in the week since i dropped it. i got my money's worth though didn't i. still... i'm very sad about it.
BUT just to keep things cheerful, i'll update you on my ever-growing list of art-crushes. why are the two forever entwined? jensen tjhung. what to say apart from, i like his work. oh, shall i also mention he's tall, charming & very handsome. bastard. see his work at the old melbourne watch house, part of the new ruins show, next wave.
but, maybe don't read any of the publicity material. art writing can make my brain bleed. don't let it get yours too.
read this instead.Welcome to Nadstown: but he seemed so into me when he had his hand up my skirt...
in other news i broke my camera so it might get a little dull and sad around here, as photos tend to tide us over the more unenthusiastic periods... maybe it's fixable. i certainly can't afford to replace it. i love it and have seen over a million things to take pictures of in the week since i dropped it. i got my money's worth though didn't i. still... i'm very sad about it.
BUT just to keep things cheerful, i'll update you on my ever-growing list of art-crushes. why are the two forever entwined? jensen tjhung. what to say apart from, i like his work. oh, shall i also mention he's tall, charming & very handsome. bastard. see his work at the old melbourne watch house, part of the new ruins show, next wave.
but, maybe don't read any of the publicity material. art writing can make my brain bleed. don't let it get yours too.
read this instead.Welcome to Nadstown: but he seemed so into me when he had his hand up my skirt...
3/17/06
art overdose
i can't sleep. i saw to much art. and i barely saw any.
shit.
i have more shows to go to tomorow, and the next day and well, for as long as i can see into my future.
it's all abit surreal finding your way through the crowds to occasional moments of clarity and happy reverie. surrounded by police AND security in the ngv... and the train station and... they're everywhere. so are the clear plastic rubbish bins... and abandoned breifcases... threat anyone?... no not here, all cheerful and friendly...
the show at conical 'mind games', has some lovely bits, mr & ms, in particular. somebody introduce me please! i liked the woodsman up in the roof at acca and shilpa gupta's work in the acmi screengallery part of contemporary commonwealth (what a wank name). i liked the torn shirt with moose picture at gertrude street. billie stones work in the back room at seventh gallery made me laugh, out loud. it's good when art does that. a show at gertrude street did that two years ago, for this festival? video works that i sat down and watched and went back to, something about awkwardness? maybe...
how very fucking helpful dell. anybody?
that's my problem, i'm useless at remembering even the things i loved. crap with names, of books, films, music, people, everything. i've only recently decided i need to keep a list to remind myself what i like. too many drugs? the booze? or just me? the latter i think. i can't remember ever being good at such things, but then, i guess, i wouldn't.
next wave anyone? google it. i'm lazy. fair too. it's four in the morning. night,mr & ms
*thankyou anonymous!
shit.
i have more shows to go to tomorow, and the next day and well, for as long as i can see into my future.
it's all abit surreal finding your way through the crowds to occasional moments of clarity and happy reverie. surrounded by police AND security in the ngv... and the train station and... they're everywhere. so are the clear plastic rubbish bins... and abandoned breifcases... threat anyone?... no not here, all cheerful and friendly...
the show at conical 'mind games', has some lovely bits, mr & ms, in particular. somebody introduce me please! i liked the woodsman up in the roof at acca and shilpa gupta's work in the acmi screengallery part of contemporary commonwealth (what a wank name). i liked the torn shirt with moose picture at gertrude street. billie stones work in the back room at seventh gallery made me laugh, out loud. it's good when art does that. a show at gertrude street did that two years ago, for this festival? video works that i sat down and watched and went back to, something about awkwardness? maybe...
how very fucking helpful dell. anybody?
that's my problem, i'm useless at remembering even the things i loved. crap with names, of books, films, music, people, everything. i've only recently decided i need to keep a list to remind myself what i like. too many drugs? the booze? or just me? the latter i think. i can't remember ever being good at such things, but then, i guess, i wouldn't.
next wave anyone? google it. i'm lazy. fair too. it's four in the morning. night,mr & ms
*thankyou anonymous!
3/15/06
brain dead.
yes. lacking wisdom...
might go to see some art this week... seems to be what everybodies doing.
*if you subtract all those weird shiny athletic types and tracksuit wearers that are everywhere lately... OH OK, and the rest of the world who have NOTHING to do with art ever...
i came back for brookes birthday and i am glad. mostly cause i got to spend some quality time* with her and rachael.
*if you coun't appalling singing, all night drunken rowdy dancing, sunrise in the backyard & champagne swilling as quality time... i do. at least with these ladies.
i realised at the bbq that i had a tick in my head. i told brooke, who tried to pull it out, but better to kill it first... SO what to do with a tick in a dark dingy little kareoke bar. of course, tequila. it worked too. a little on the tick. the rest to put our minds off it. i made the mistake of telling cass. who got a bit too exited & asked if he could have it. having never seen or experienced one. new zealander.
high points in kareoke. LUKE CAN SING! i love it when he does. anna and estelle and fi did a fine tune, but basically i'm struggling to fetch the details.
three weeks can feel like a really long time. i just put up a photo from last week when i was skinny dipping in the river that runs through my parents property. i look so healthy. and felt it too. it seems like a lot more than a week ago.
this also means i miss you. cause to me it seems like i haven't seen you for, well, months. humour me. tell me you missed me too.
might go to see some art this week... seems to be what everybodies doing.
*if you subtract all those weird shiny athletic types and tracksuit wearers that are everywhere lately... OH OK, and the rest of the world who have NOTHING to do with art ever...
i came back for brookes birthday and i am glad. mostly cause i got to spend some quality time* with her and rachael.
*if you coun't appalling singing, all night drunken rowdy dancing, sunrise in the backyard & champagne swilling as quality time... i do. at least with these ladies.
i realised at the bbq that i had a tick in my head. i told brooke, who tried to pull it out, but better to kill it first... SO what to do with a tick in a dark dingy little kareoke bar. of course, tequila. it worked too. a little on the tick. the rest to put our minds off it. i made the mistake of telling cass. who got a bit too exited & asked if he could have it. having never seen or experienced one. new zealander.
high points in kareoke. LUKE CAN SING! i love it when he does. anna and estelle and fi did a fine tune, but basically i'm struggling to fetch the details.
three weeks can feel like a really long time. i just put up a photo from last week when i was skinny dipping in the river that runs through my parents property. i look so healthy. and felt it too. it seems like a lot more than a week ago.
this also means i miss you. cause to me it seems like i haven't seen you for, well, months. humour me. tell me you missed me too.
3/14/06
3/8/06
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lake eacham. big, deep, fresh, spooky, nice.
a water dragon.
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3/3/06
family
it’s hot again. I’m swimming alot. I’m reading ‘Granny Made Me an Anarchist; General Franco, The Angry Brigade and Me’ by Stuart Christie. this is typical of my mum, who would take great pleasure in placing a homemade bomb under most of the politicians you care to mention. she orders these books in. the newsagent in town scratches his head at her choices, but obliges. though he might have reported her to the government. lucky for them she is kept very busy teaching the children to play music.
I have been staying at my sisters, with her house full of boys and her menagerie; chooks, ducks, geese, guinea fowl, pigs, cows, cats and goannas. she used to have goats too. and theres lots of fat wallabies.
the goanna was HUGE. and it was trying to eat some baby ducks. mick caught it. I looked at it. it bared its teeth.
after waking In the night I got to thinking about the noises. something moved over by the cupboard, and it wasn’t a possum or a cat. a snake? a bat? and once awake with those sort of thoughts, there is a lot to listen for, living near the rainforest. wild pigs and dingos and birds and crickets and well... I couldn't sleep so went out on the deck and stared at the stars. there are lots of them here. but I think I woke up the roosters. and I swear she must have about ten, which was kind of confirmed when I asked her in the morning and she replied, ‘too fucking many’. we laughed for about half an hour, which got them going again, the roosters, and in no time her five men had woken too. at 5:30 in the morning. I was left minding valentine all day while she went to school. great fun when you’ve had NO sleep. he’s two. and truly entertaining. truly exhausting.
phoebe says it’s nice to have another female around. surrounded by her boys and her roosters. the only other female on the farm is a big fat pig, and she’s the angry one that tries to bite you when you feed them.
some more animal observations.
cows like to look at you. you can walk past and they will stare at you every step. when you’ve passed, they will run up ahead then look back at you til you pass again.
heres a photo to give you an impression.
see. looking.
horses and cows look real nice just standing around. and if I were a stylist I’d recommend a few to anybody with a little space to spare, just for the pleasure of looking at them.
BUT. animals are noisy. and they wake up early or, are up all night... making spooky noises.
BUT STILL. young children are noisier. notably ones who play the trumpet, the drums, & like to fight and also the one's who have doting parents to cater to their every whim.
i am about to be inundated by more family. my brother arrives tomorow. it'll be the first time i've seen my six nephews together. aunts uncles cousins and various other relatives are drifting together. mostly north queenslanders. it should be entertaining. and fun. my grandma turns 75 today. happy birthday grandma dell!
i made macadamia nut baklava tonight. it is delicious.
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