I met him at work…
he is four & a half years old.
he brought out a fake poo and placed it on the deck.
small boy pointing to fake poo, ‘AAW DON… did you do that?’
‘you did!’
don’s defence… ‘NO! you did’
‘you did!’
bringing it over to me, ‘hey lady look at this…’
I look.
‘EW’
‘touch it’
‘no way, gross’
‘you have to touch it…’
his mum yelling from inside, ‘leave them alone and come inside’
boy yells, ‘BUT MUM! the lady has to touch the poo’
‘lady if you don’t touch the poo, your fired…’
his mum tried to save me, ‘leave dell alone’
‘who’s dell?’
good question boy.
he could never remember my name. in the course of three days he referred to me as;
the lady,
the woman,
the girl,
the builder,
don’s friend…
yes, I am many things…
namely forgettable
ps. i didn't go to ceres because my lady couldn't go & the thought of being abandoned in the drizzle, BY MYSELF, with a hangover, amongst a bunch of hippies and evil giant prams made my body ache all over....
4/29/06
4/27/06
all tuckered out
early starts and working are both a little shocking to my system, or this kind of working... i am don russel's sidekick for the week. so yay for working outside in glorious weather...
i got home and made feijoa & apple crumble... thats about all i could handle. all tuckered out.
friday afternoon beers will be hard-earned for a change. see you then, eh.
brookie & i made a huge batch of her step grandmas famous tomato chutney and also delicous plum jam. we will be selling it along with some other crap at ceres market on saturday. see if you can pick us.
oh! autumn harvest. i love picking and eating and cooking fruit. if you have tamarillos that whats next on my list. makes a good pie and makes a great jam...
see you
sunshines
i got home and made feijoa & apple crumble... thats about all i could handle. all tuckered out.
friday afternoon beers will be hard-earned for a change. see you then, eh.
brookie & i made a huge batch of her step grandmas famous tomato chutney and also delicous plum jam. we will be selling it along with some other crap at ceres market on saturday. see if you can pick us.
oh! autumn harvest. i love picking and eating and cooking fruit. if you have tamarillos that whats next on my list. makes a good pie and makes a great jam...
see you
sunshines
4/25/06
be here now...
oh ok, it's fun where i am... but a rock n roll party with some gorgeous south americans looks alright to me too.
a swap could be perfect every now and again...
i did that thing last night where you do every thing you know you shouldn't...
meh. will i never learn?
i woke early & thought of my grandad... i might go kick a can through the cemetary... you?
a swap could be perfect every now and again...
i did that thing last night where you do every thing you know you shouldn't...
meh. will i never learn?
i woke early & thought of my grandad... i might go kick a can through the cemetary... you?
4/24/06
the quiet life
apart from a bit of rock n roll i've been living the quiet life... too many creeps cross my path lately, i was followed home saturday morning by a man with his pants down... wanker... i yelled then ran.
BUT, despite that, i feel like dancing. a party tonight? SURELY... so, cmon, give it up... or i'll be at home again, cooking, eating and playing the fool... which is alright, but there's no handsome strangers here, are there...
BUT, despite that, i feel like dancing. a party tonight? SURELY... so, cmon, give it up... or i'll be at home again, cooking, eating and playing the fool... which is alright, but there's no handsome strangers here, are there...
4/21/06
welcome to the jungle...
sorry so crap lately, but you know. i don't have much to say. life is sweet. my room is a little jungle themed. with log cushions and brown wallpaper and green leaves and wild animals... it's all making me happy. listening to records and sewing and drawing.
here's brookie looking suitably bored and glamorous, which is the best photo i could find to sum it all up. ain't she a peach. have a good weekend monkeys. Xxx.
here's brookie looking suitably bored and glamorous, which is the best photo i could find to sum it all up. ain't she a peach. have a good weekend monkeys. Xxx.
4/18/06
home sweet
home. i moved house. i have set up my room for the first time since i left 18moths ago. it feels good to not be living out of a suitcase. and even better to sit here with a hot chocolate, my record player playing, my computer, broadband, a book. IN MY BED... why leave? ever...
oh ok, to get a dvd from the loungeroom and make a pot of tea.
thats me & the monkey by miss kate. bye & i miss kate. hope you all had a good easter. x
this is me & don. housemates. we played music in the shed all afternoon. pity for me I’m not allowed near the drum kit in any kind of fun way. I like to hit em hard. and the neighbours in the million dollar house nextdoor have just had twin babies and they don’t like my style… ar well a bit of howling will have to do for the moment.
i like living here, with flieschy & lou too it's like a big sleepover...
oh ok, to get a dvd from the loungeroom and make a pot of tea.
thats me & the monkey by miss kate. bye & i miss kate. hope you all had a good easter. x
this is me & don. housemates. we played music in the shed all afternoon. pity for me I’m not allowed near the drum kit in any kind of fun way. I like to hit em hard. and the neighbours in the million dollar house nextdoor have just had twin babies and they don’t like my style… ar well a bit of howling will have to do for the moment.
i like living here, with flieschy & lou too it's like a big sleepover...
4/14/06
good friday.
good friday. bad thursday. NO. good thurday. scary friday. man friday. easter. sleep. longtime. bye.
oh, i move house, i miss pretty kate. so pretty. bye.
oh, i move house, i miss pretty kate. so pretty. bye.
4/13/06
join the club
the BLACK REBEL ACTIVITIES CLUB is about to get a kick in the pants. any suggestions for activities / involvement will be appreciated & investigated...
last night was the first meeting of the shuttlecock club... it was fun, if i wasn't sporting numerous injuries from my life... well maybe...
anyway, the white clouds defeated the bangkok ladyboys... it was all very good to watch. some good sports outfits.
CLUBS HUH? how about...
STOP, DROP & ROLL dance club Saturdays...
the inter-suburb chutney club... when we feel like it, and we felt like it sunday, mmm cheeses, relishes, snacks, chutney, jelly, jam.... mmm flieschy's beetroot chutney...aaaarrrgh, it's a happy place...
cake club, a loose one
the 'INTERNATIONAL' sausage club
hoop club,
… and maybe book club again...
instead of this drivel, read a book why don’t you…
“...books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds and souls, in a spiritual adventure...”
Kurt Vonnegut, 'timequake'
unlike this soul-stealing, time-wasting business.
yes.
RUN ALONG...
last night was the first meeting of the shuttlecock club... it was fun, if i wasn't sporting numerous injuries from my life... well maybe...
anyway, the white clouds defeated the bangkok ladyboys... it was all very good to watch. some good sports outfits.
CLUBS HUH? how about...
STOP, DROP & ROLL dance club Saturdays...
the inter-suburb chutney club... when we feel like it, and we felt like it sunday, mmm cheeses, relishes, snacks, chutney, jelly, jam.... mmm flieschy's beetroot chutney...aaaarrrgh, it's a happy place...
cake club, a loose one
the 'INTERNATIONAL' sausage club
hoop club,
… and maybe book club again...
instead of this drivel, read a book why don’t you…
“...books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds and souls, in a spiritual adventure...”
Kurt Vonnegut, 'timequake'
unlike this soul-stealing, time-wasting business.
yes.
RUN ALONG...
4/11/06
ooo wee, scarface
the sun is shining, the birds are singing and it's being my favourite season. by a strict process of elimination, not summer, not winter, not spring....
maybe i'll be able to show off my new war wounds at that rock V's hip hop party. i'm still not too black & blue, apart from the usual bruising associated with my life, but the potential is still there. SO i don't actually have a black eye yet. false advertising. i just have gravel rash & swelling on my cheek. and it still hurts.
the man down the street asked if i'd been in a scuffle...
'just with the concrete'
'well you have a nice day girlie, have you got the day off school?'
yes, he called me girlie.
a GIRLIE in a SCUFFLE!
& yes he thought i was still in school. he might've been blind.
maybe i'll be able to show off my new war wounds at that rock V's hip hop party. i'm still not too black & blue, apart from the usual bruising associated with my life, but the potential is still there. SO i don't actually have a black eye yet. false advertising. i just have gravel rash & swelling on my cheek. and it still hurts.
the man down the street asked if i'd been in a scuffle...
'just with the concrete'
'well you have a nice day girlie, have you got the day off school?'
yes, he called me girlie.
a GIRLIE in a SCUFFLE!
& yes he thought i was still in school. he might've been blind.
4/9/06
stacked it again...
whose idea was that?
yes. I have been sustaining more bicycle injuries. how do I do it without a bike? trulyAMAZINGskillz.
ooo can you see my brooch? I’ve been hassling simon at his studio. let me use your tools! I made this little Australia brooch. YES. LET ME USE YOUR TOOLS FOR EVIL!
i've been spending a fair bit of time with some very handsome gentlemen. yay for me!
& watching ronan cop a beating with a lawbook, thanks to bill buckley. a young man expressing his abject distaste for a friend’s choice of education. ...you’re doing law? take that then bitch. he whipped him. it's nice to witness that kind of youthful passion.
now I’m off to chutney club to show off my new project, code name black-eye. of course I have documented the stages of development, and will continue to do so. oooo weee. new projects.
oh and to taste test the jaboticaba jelly that I made while in qld, before cyclone larry came and blew the tree down.
bye,
sore eye...
yes. I have been sustaining more bicycle injuries. how do I do it without a bike? trulyAMAZINGskillz.
ooo can you see my brooch? I’ve been hassling simon at his studio. let me use your tools! I made this little Australia brooch. YES. LET ME USE YOUR TOOLS FOR EVIL!
i've been spending a fair bit of time with some very handsome gentlemen. yay for me!
& watching ronan cop a beating with a lawbook, thanks to bill buckley. a young man expressing his abject distaste for a friend’s choice of education. ...you’re doing law? take that then bitch. he whipped him. it's nice to witness that kind of youthful passion.
now I’m off to chutney club to show off my new project, code name black-eye. of course I have documented the stages of development, and will continue to do so. oooo weee. new projects.
oh and to taste test the jaboticaba jelly that I made while in qld, before cyclone larry came and blew the tree down.
bye,
sore eye...
4/7/06
plunged into winter
daytime cold sucks, but I love this winter dark, & I’ve been working in the city quite abit, the library, meetings, studio visits. my brain is ticking over with plans, plans, plans... so when I come out in the city on dusk, a city hiding it’s secrets in the dark & the cold, it's about finding the thrill of warmth & light & people that keep us out of our homes, when we should really be bunkered down with a loved one...
last night I felt like that. ideas, ideas all day, then a desire to stay in the city and find some people warmth. we ended up drinking chilli vodka at hells kitchen. warming. I love this stuff. they infuse it themselves.
then home with kate to cook buckwheat noodles & broccoli & shitake mushrooms, pots of green tea & ginger chocolate listening to her dad’s old records.
SWEET. but it’s a recipe for disaster. I have 2 important meetings today and I’ve been awake, thinking, ALL night. it’s 6:30. the trams have been going for an hour. I might die today.
I watched ‘the five obstructions’ the other night. it’s great. a Lars Von Trier documentary. I haven’t seen that much of his other stuff. ‘the idiots?’ & ‘dogville’. both of which I didn’t care for; dogville, DOG. i'm wishing i could see snoop dogg but instead I’m reading ‘timequake’ by Kurt Vonnegut & Raymond Queneau’s “exercises in style” and am tempted to rewrite this post metaphorically BUT lucky you, I won’t.
ok then, ignorantly...
... the change in weather brings a change in habits, so what? people all over the city in the cold & the dark night, but what else at this time of year? personally I don’t make ANY grand observations about what people do & don’t do. I don’t give a damn either way. I wanted a chilli vodka, so went about procuring it. a good idea, who’s to know? if I were to get fired up and stay awake all night THINKING... GOD, well, maybe I do that ALL THE TIME... and who cares, right?
see, can’t help myself. have yourselves a nice Friday and weekend & if I see you today maybe forgive me for my lack of brain & beauty sleep.
last night I felt like that. ideas, ideas all day, then a desire to stay in the city and find some people warmth. we ended up drinking chilli vodka at hells kitchen. warming. I love this stuff. they infuse it themselves.
then home with kate to cook buckwheat noodles & broccoli & shitake mushrooms, pots of green tea & ginger chocolate listening to her dad’s old records.
SWEET. but it’s a recipe for disaster. I have 2 important meetings today and I’ve been awake, thinking, ALL night. it’s 6:30. the trams have been going for an hour. I might die today.
I watched ‘the five obstructions’ the other night. it’s great. a Lars Von Trier documentary. I haven’t seen that much of his other stuff. ‘the idiots?’ & ‘dogville’. both of which I didn’t care for; dogville, DOG. i'm wishing i could see snoop dogg but instead I’m reading ‘timequake’ by Kurt Vonnegut & Raymond Queneau’s “exercises in style” and am tempted to rewrite this post metaphorically BUT lucky you, I won’t.
ok then, ignorantly...
... the change in weather brings a change in habits, so what? people all over the city in the cold & the dark night, but what else at this time of year? personally I don’t make ANY grand observations about what people do & don’t do. I don’t give a damn either way. I wanted a chilli vodka, so went about procuring it. a good idea, who’s to know? if I were to get fired up and stay awake all night THINKING... GOD, well, maybe I do that ALL THE TIME... and who cares, right?
see, can’t help myself. have yourselves a nice Friday and weekend & if I see you today maybe forgive me for my lack of brain & beauty sleep.
4/5/06
i need a new bike...
anybody got an old one?
i catch a lot of trains and trams. confronted each and every day with the people of this good city.
last week when i was walking the streets with nick cave in my surly head warbling "people they ain't no good..." over & over, i saw some really troubling things... not individually but taken as a snapshot of society...
the day after the commonwealth games finished, public transport was again awash with inspectors, THE FILTH... everywhere, like plaguey rats, in packs of 9 & 12 & more. catching up on missed revenue. after that nice little armistice/free for all that was the games...
the ONE TIME in the last three weeks I have travelled without a ticket, they get me.
i buy tickets. generally. but i was catching the train two stops from brunswick to flemington at 11:30 pm. i tried to reason with them, i showed them the ticket graveyard in my bag... i told them i had no change (i didn't) i begged for leniency considering my proof that i usually buy a ticket. nope nope nope...
BASTARDS. i know they are just doing their job, but could they not be humans too?
i am POOR. see those capitals. POOR.
i know they can't help it, BUT that very day i also saw two men with wash cloths/bibs tied around there neck to catch the copious whitish drool. in one day! i sat across from two chromers in action, mmmm paint fumes, i like it, better than seeing & smelling a man vomit in the stairwell. i saw numerous fights and enough abuse to last a sheltered wee gal like me a lifetime... i was confronted by sooooo much bad taste* and so many bad attitudes*
*granted i'm a repeat offender on both those counts.
TALK ABOUT VALUE FOR MONEY...
this week i am happy go lucky dell. skipping along in my riding suit, plaits and boots and cheerful smiles. and everybodies being nice. i even smiled at the tram police this evening. it still makes me cross that they're crawling all over the system. i was asked for my ticket 3 times yesterday. is that not some kind of harrassment?
but i had chats with everybody, two strangers gave me there no. (i won't call you) i was asked on a date, and offered a job. on the tram home this evening there were a succession of people chatting to me. one after another. an old african guy wanting to know where i come from. queensland. oh, ancestors? scotland. a man invited me to a show tomorow and a girl tried to give me a flyer for her exhibition. a photographer asked to take my photo, another man asked me where i live. HA. a girl asked me why all these stangers keep trying to talk to me...
WHY WHY WHY?
rant rant rant... but things are looking up... til the fine comes in the mail. then i'll be glum glum bum. BYE.
xxxx
**if you're still reading this drivel MAYBE you DESERVE to be wasting brain space with the trivial details of MY joyous life.
i catch a lot of trains and trams. confronted each and every day with the people of this good city.
last week when i was walking the streets with nick cave in my surly head warbling "people they ain't no good..." over & over, i saw some really troubling things... not individually but taken as a snapshot of society...
the day after the commonwealth games finished, public transport was again awash with inspectors, THE FILTH... everywhere, like plaguey rats, in packs of 9 & 12 & more. catching up on missed revenue. after that nice little armistice/free for all that was the games...
the ONE TIME in the last three weeks I have travelled without a ticket, they get me.
i buy tickets. generally. but i was catching the train two stops from brunswick to flemington at 11:30 pm. i tried to reason with them, i showed them the ticket graveyard in my bag... i told them i had no change (i didn't) i begged for leniency considering my proof that i usually buy a ticket. nope nope nope...
BASTARDS. i know they are just doing their job, but could they not be humans too?
i am POOR. see those capitals. POOR.
i know they can't help it, BUT that very day i also saw two men with wash cloths/bibs tied around there neck to catch the copious whitish drool. in one day! i sat across from two chromers in action, mmmm paint fumes, i like it, better than seeing & smelling a man vomit in the stairwell. i saw numerous fights and enough abuse to last a sheltered wee gal like me a lifetime... i was confronted by sooooo much bad taste* and so many bad attitudes*
*granted i'm a repeat offender on both those counts.
TALK ABOUT VALUE FOR MONEY...
this week i am happy go lucky dell. skipping along in my riding suit, plaits and boots and cheerful smiles. and everybodies being nice. i even smiled at the tram police this evening. it still makes me cross that they're crawling all over the system. i was asked for my ticket 3 times yesterday. is that not some kind of harrassment?
but i had chats with everybody, two strangers gave me there no. (i won't call you) i was asked on a date, and offered a job. on the tram home this evening there were a succession of people chatting to me. one after another. an old african guy wanting to know where i come from. queensland. oh, ancestors? scotland. a man invited me to a show tomorow and a girl tried to give me a flyer for her exhibition. a photographer asked to take my photo, another man asked me where i live. HA. a girl asked me why all these stangers keep trying to talk to me...
WHY WHY WHY?
rant rant rant... but things are looking up... til the fine comes in the mail. then i'll be glum glum bum. BYE.
xxxx
**if you're still reading this drivel MAYBE you DESERVE to be wasting brain space with the trivial details of MY joyous life.
4/3/06
hello
I had a happy & delightful weekend with my FAVOURITE people in the world. not ALL of them were there, but a lot were.
I laughed so much my belly still hurts. for that I blame Rachael Hooper. & Emma Fleischmann. oh yeah, & debonair donald for making me go to his birthday. I made him a funny little log cake.
meet my fellow choreographer, in the upcoming inaugural meeting of MY school of dance... STOP, DROP & ROLL. not sure what we'll teach you yet, but you can bet you'll learn somethin from us despite our strictly unprofessional & mostly unskilled demeanor.
sailor smiles, and looks like his beautiful mum, tres BELLE annie! I look like a dumb grinning fool, but the most beautiful baby IN THE WORLD would do that to you too...
I laughed so much my belly still hurts. for that I blame Rachael Hooper. & Emma Fleischmann. oh yeah, & debonair donald for making me go to his birthday. I made him a funny little log cake.
meet my fellow choreographer, in the upcoming inaugural meeting of MY school of dance... STOP, DROP & ROLL. not sure what we'll teach you yet, but you can bet you'll learn somethin from us despite our strictly unprofessional & mostly unskilled demeanor.
sailor smiles, and looks like his beautiful mum, tres BELLE annie! I look like a dumb grinning fool, but the most beautiful baby IN THE WORLD would do that to you too...
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