im reasearching at the moment
a very serious matter.
birthday cakes. remember the ones your mum used to make from the womans weekly cookbook. you know the ones, the cstle with ice cream comes, the swimming pool, the numbers with smarties, the ballerina, the train...
ive been known to make variations, for friends in high school i made such things as tweety bird, sunflowers, elmer fudd, tazzie devil
and more recently a guitar cake, a giant bird.
anyway. its a special persons birthday really soon so im brainstorming.
i went here...
its taken things a little too far really... a quiz?
and do you know what one i got?
'fun at the beach'
I ASKED FOR A COOL CHANGE.
apparently i also like dinner on the grill...
a very serious matter.
birthday cakes. remember the ones your mum used to make from the womans weekly cookbook. you know the ones, the cstle with ice cream comes, the swimming pool, the numbers with smarties, the ballerina, the train...
ive been known to make variations, for friends in high school i made such things as tweety bird, sunflowers, elmer fudd, tazzie devil
and more recently a guitar cake, a giant bird.
anyway. its a special persons birthday really soon so im brainstorming.
i went here...
its taken things a little too far really... a quiz?
and do you know what one i got?
'fun at the beach'
I ASKED FOR A COOL CHANGE.
apparently i also like dinner on the grill...
call me a rotten and horrble person for dissing this weather,
but i cant wait to go brrr.
i cant wait to wear the legwarmers, and stockings,
and give all my happy little knits a burl.
ive even been slowly collecting up mohair scarves for the occasion.
i know i might change my mind when it comes,
but i think its time for a cool change.
but i cant wait to go brrr.
i cant wait to wear the legwarmers, and stockings,
and give all my happy little knits a burl.
ive even been slowly collecting up mohair scarves for the occasion.
i know i might change my mind when it comes,
but i think its time for a cool change.
ive not really noticed before, and im sure evyone else has,
but ive been getting stroppy....
oh yeah on friday i wrote how happy i was... and how nothing could get better as i was 'anchored'
but i think today i have realised that i am a great big stroppy lump of self pitying crud.
i whined this morning.
i whined that i had to get out of bed, i whined that i had to stay at home and study while everyone went to the beach, and then when they all left i cried. im sure to whine when i get any spot of the hot wind on me, and whine when things dont turn out right.
i whine.
'snap out of it' someone should say. but no-one does, they are all much too nice.
yesterday i went to broadmeadows.
it was an interesting, disturbing, hopeless and vast place. i saw a man with a 'TERRORISTS fuck off' t-shirt. a jim beam in his hand, climbing out of his land rover full of wives and kids, with a purple rally car, all beat and torn in tow. i wanted to have a miranda stare, and look at him with searing eyes until he exploded.
i surprised myself.
and then beyond him stretched far and wide the same houses, with same rooves and the same lawns. and i realised i was glad to be out of the place i spent so much time, and living here. despite the fact we live in a bubble.
when i got home i walked in to my room, and there was a bed there. my friends all pitched in and bought me a bed.
it made me so happy that they thought of me, but i was also a little ashamed.
this girl has too much pride... and thats why ive been whining and sleeping on milk crates with bits of wood to fill in the gaps. stupid.
so ill try to leave the whining at that. leave it at the door.
but ive been getting stroppy....
oh yeah on friday i wrote how happy i was... and how nothing could get better as i was 'anchored'
but i think today i have realised that i am a great big stroppy lump of self pitying crud.
i whined this morning.
i whined that i had to get out of bed, i whined that i had to stay at home and study while everyone went to the beach, and then when they all left i cried. im sure to whine when i get any spot of the hot wind on me, and whine when things dont turn out right.
i whine.
'snap out of it' someone should say. but no-one does, they are all much too nice.
yesterday i went to broadmeadows.
it was an interesting, disturbing, hopeless and vast place. i saw a man with a 'TERRORISTS fuck off' t-shirt. a jim beam in his hand, climbing out of his land rover full of wives and kids, with a purple rally car, all beat and torn in tow. i wanted to have a miranda stare, and look at him with searing eyes until he exploded.
i surprised myself.
and then beyond him stretched far and wide the same houses, with same rooves and the same lawns. and i realised i was glad to be out of the place i spent so much time, and living here. despite the fact we live in a bubble.
when i got home i walked in to my room, and there was a bed there. my friends all pitched in and bought me a bed.
it made me so happy that they thought of me, but i was also a little ashamed.
this girl has too much pride... and thats why ive been whining and sleeping on milk crates with bits of wood to fill in the gaps. stupid.
so ill try to leave the whining at that. leave it at the door.
no title needed today...
just an exclamation of pure peace.
i like today, its a little hot though, one my dear friends anna is pining for cooler times so i can wear my 'fur' (i am a fox you see, according to her)
i bought an anchor today, its navy and white, and made of plastic (a brooch).
and i think it worked. i put it on and instantly felt anchored. im in a very happy place.
maybe its the yellow dress too.
ive been a little grumpy and frumpy lately, almost demanding *gasp* demanding cuddles and kisses, but i think they worked too.
last night we cheers'd to the last drops of summer (the little sprinkler spurt that comes from a hole you cant find, and goes in the wrong direction maybe in your eye, and surpises you, in a good way). romy and i had to cancel the first knitting club for sunday, we pre-empted autumn, there is no cool wind yet, just warm pleasentries. i might even get the chance to do a little touslling in the sand on sunday... maybe ill take my anchor.
my nanna always writes at the end of her cards
"may your rainbows never turn blue..." x N
(i have crafty sticker nanna who is going through a very amusing phase of scrapbooking and sticker craft for all occasions)
i always seem to write such silly little detached and incoherant posts.
im going to a little opening tonight in a little subway spot that has little creatures that aren't mascots, and to fold and unfold books that are maps with lots of mis-communicative stories.
its at platform. under flinders st. see you there.
x
just an exclamation of pure peace.
i like today, its a little hot though, one my dear friends anna is pining for cooler times so i can wear my 'fur' (i am a fox you see, according to her)
i bought an anchor today, its navy and white, and made of plastic (a brooch).
and i think it worked. i put it on and instantly felt anchored. im in a very happy place.
maybe its the yellow dress too.
ive been a little grumpy and frumpy lately, almost demanding *gasp* demanding cuddles and kisses, but i think they worked too.
last night we cheers'd to the last drops of summer (the little sprinkler spurt that comes from a hole you cant find, and goes in the wrong direction maybe in your eye, and surpises you, in a good way). romy and i had to cancel the first knitting club for sunday, we pre-empted autumn, there is no cool wind yet, just warm pleasentries. i might even get the chance to do a little touslling in the sand on sunday... maybe ill take my anchor.
my nanna always writes at the end of her cards
"may your rainbows never turn blue..." x N
(i have crafty sticker nanna who is going through a very amusing phase of scrapbooking and sticker craft for all occasions)
i always seem to write such silly little detached and incoherant posts.
im going to a little opening tonight in a little subway spot that has little creatures that aren't mascots, and to fold and unfold books that are maps with lots of mis-communicative stories.
its at platform. under flinders st. see you there.
x
its st patricks day today....
and that reminds me (is this sad?) of the simpsons... the 'whacking day' episode with barry white and the speakers, and the clubbing of snakes in the spirit of st partick.
so slippery (the snake downstairs) had better be careful of clubs and whackers out there...
and that reminds me (is this sad?) of the simpsons... the 'whacking day' episode with barry white and the speakers, and the clubbing of snakes in the spirit of st partick.
so slippery (the snake downstairs) had better be careful of clubs and whackers out there...
i thought id show you my house.. i finally got my room looking neat and tidy and am procrastinating from doing work... i should be running around the park with the kids... having sports day...
this is the view from my bedroom window... the magnolia tree will blossom this winter and i'll be so happy when it does...
and here's my room, and my polaroid collection- or part thereof, all from the last year or so..
and this is where i see the joggers all day everyday...
so if you run around princes park... im watching you... you should make sure you have good posture when you run with flailing arms and legs, red faced, pink skinned.. wave...SMILE
this is the view from my bedroom window... the magnolia tree will blossom this winter and i'll be so happy when it does...
and here's my room, and my polaroid collection- or part thereof, all from the last year or so..
and this is where i see the joggers all day everyday...
so if you run around princes park... im watching you... you should make sure you have good posture when you run with flailing arms and legs, red faced, pink skinned.. wave...SMILE
RANT ensues:
so its six o’clock and I’m about to go home from school.
there are pin-boards around me with neglected and abandoned cd’s, posters of the twelve (nine?)
apostles,
and no windows. none. there are highlight windows to INSIDE spaces, they even have their own little black curtains just in case any light wants to creep through… but nope nothing to look at.
Next to me is someone from downstairs’ sketch (fashion students) I know its wrong but I might just. He.
Yeah why not?
*
Ah the scanners not working. Its someone’s design for lingerie, ‘panties’ and brassiere, suspenders and garter…
What makes someone talented? This person doesn’t look talented…their sketch is on scrappy loose leaf A4 paper with binder holes down the side and faint blue lines with a red lined margin. In blue biro. Is it wrong to judge someone by the way they do their sketches?
*
Arggh anyway, I need a studio. I can’t take the clicking and snorting, sniffing and clicking, banging, tutting, sighing, chatter about a pet dog who had a car accident, of strangers. I can’t handle the feel of the boy next to me sighing, his expended air crawling on my cheek, most probably because he ran up the stairs. The lifts have been out of order due to ‘industrial relations disputes’ for two weeks now.
H E L P ME!
so its six o’clock and I’m about to go home from school.
there are pin-boards around me with neglected and abandoned cd’s, posters of the twelve (nine?)
apostles,
and no windows. none. there are highlight windows to INSIDE spaces, they even have their own little black curtains just in case any light wants to creep through… but nope nothing to look at.
Next to me is someone from downstairs’ sketch (fashion students) I know its wrong but I might just. He.
Yeah why not?
*
Ah the scanners not working. Its someone’s design for lingerie, ‘panties’ and brassiere, suspenders and garter…
What makes someone talented? This person doesn’t look talented…their sketch is on scrappy loose leaf A4 paper with binder holes down the side and faint blue lines with a red lined margin. In blue biro. Is it wrong to judge someone by the way they do their sketches?
*
Arggh anyway, I need a studio. I can’t take the clicking and snorting, sniffing and clicking, banging, tutting, sighing, chatter about a pet dog who had a car accident, of strangers. I can’t handle the feel of the boy next to me sighing, his expended air crawling on my cheek, most probably because he ran up the stairs. The lifts have been out of order due to ‘industrial relations disputes’ for two weeks now.
H E L P ME!
the city is sooo strange at the moment,
and its only going to get weirder...
its so clllleeeeeannnnn.
so pristine, as the autumn leaves fall im sure someone
is running about with a leaf [dust] buster, slurping them up
before they hit the ground.
slurp.
so now one can tell that the seasons have changed
except the ‘local’ people.
I was walking home from work last night and a leaf was falling towards me,
towards my head, and I flinched.
like an involuntary comment, a thinking out aloud,
a flinch as a leaf fell toward me, thinking it was a projectile.
I know I am a city girl now.
there are tracksuits, of all colours, littered about the clean grey mall,
and people with funny little tags in that in-offensive blue colour.
and very little homeless people, ‘moved on’ I guess. I think they were all lined up
outside the brotherhood in Brunswick st this morning as I rode by on the tram.
strange days, and surely about to get stranger...
and its only going to get weirder...
its so clllleeeeeannnnn.
so pristine, as the autumn leaves fall im sure someone
is running about with a leaf [dust] buster, slurping them up
before they hit the ground.
slurp.
so now one can tell that the seasons have changed
except the ‘local’ people.
I was walking home from work last night and a leaf was falling towards me,
towards my head, and I flinched.
like an involuntary comment, a thinking out aloud,
a flinch as a leaf fell toward me, thinking it was a projectile.
I know I am a city girl now.
there are tracksuits, of all colours, littered about the clean grey mall,
and people with funny little tags in that in-offensive blue colour.
and very little homeless people, ‘moved on’ I guess. I think they were all lined up
outside the brotherhood in Brunswick st this morning as I rode by on the tram.
strange days, and surely about to get stranger...
so this morning i was on the tram,
with the inspectors (romy and i had decided there is a plague of them at the moment)
and a man came and sat next to me.
he was about fifty, lithe, fit and generally in offensive.
blue oakley wrap around sunglasses- with a strap around the back,
white shirt with a slight embossed stripe
red knotted cuff links, a red tie,
freckles, short (no.1) hair.
someone you would usually think would ride to work every day on a bike...
he was listening to an ipod, a little white nano,
with a lime green jelly cover,
and straight away i noticed the song blaring,
escaping from his hairy ears.
FERNANDO- abba.
must i be subjected to these characters with bad ipod playlists their wives (is there any other explanation?) have collated to 'spice' up their day?
*goes the applestore and dreams*
with the inspectors (romy and i had decided there is a plague of them at the moment)
and a man came and sat next to me.
he was about fifty, lithe, fit and generally in offensive.
blue oakley wrap around sunglasses- with a strap around the back,
white shirt with a slight embossed stripe
red knotted cuff links, a red tie,
freckles, short (no.1) hair.
someone you would usually think would ride to work every day on a bike...
he was listening to an ipod, a little white nano,
with a lime green jelly cover,
and straight away i noticed the song blaring,
escaping from his hairy ears.
FERNANDO- abba.
must i be subjected to these characters with bad ipod playlists their wives (is there any other explanation?) have collated to 'spice' up their day?
*goes the applestore and dreams*
i killed my dinner
with karate
kick him in the face
taste the body...
shallow
work
is the work that i do.
- johanna newsom
i had a lovely weekend, draining me of all anxiety,
filling me with music and food.
bar-be-cues and bodies.
lorelei made a pavlova. i made a plethora of salads with romy,
and we sat and ate, all 30 of us.
boys ran the barbecue, isnt it funny that they crowd around,
and watch, watch for the right time to turn, and nudge, with long silvery fingers.
the highlight of the evening was the puppet show.
we found that on the three story blank white wall next door,
our apartment on the first floor (there are only two) has a window from romy's bedroom that shines directly and enlarges shadows.
so there were skits with bananas and knives and all the comical and dark things that being drunk and woosey in the night time on a sunday brings.
im almost finished my book too,
'the cure for death by lightening'
by Gail Anderson-Dargatz
i love finishing books.
i started uni this week, which means time to knuckle down,
and work, and build tiny buildings. models. people love things that are small and fantastical. its such a hard thing to grasp through just drawings.
post some photos before you know it...
x
with karate
kick him in the face
taste the body...
shallow
work
is the work that i do.
- johanna newsom
i had a lovely weekend, draining me of all anxiety,
filling me with music and food.
bar-be-cues and bodies.
lorelei made a pavlova. i made a plethora of salads with romy,
and we sat and ate, all 30 of us.
boys ran the barbecue, isnt it funny that they crowd around,
and watch, watch for the right time to turn, and nudge, with long silvery fingers.
the highlight of the evening was the puppet show.
we found that on the three story blank white wall next door,
our apartment on the first floor (there are only two) has a window from romy's bedroom that shines directly and enlarges shadows.
so there were skits with bananas and knives and all the comical and dark things that being drunk and woosey in the night time on a sunday brings.
im almost finished my book too,
'the cure for death by lightening'
by Gail Anderson-Dargatz
i love finishing books.
i started uni this week, which means time to knuckle down,
and work, and build tiny buildings. models. people love things that are small and fantastical. its such a hard thing to grasp through just drawings.
post some photos before you know it...
x
its been a while I know…
things are looking up…
after spending last weekend at the beach, and the hot weather un-folding this week, its like the summer is squeezing out its last drops for us.
the dandelion fluff is floating through the air, lolling about, unleashed by the sunny disposition of the city, even up here it floats past the window, a desert in the air.
im looking forward to the weekend, lots of dancing, lots of lovin’ and taking advantage of my ‘last weekend of freedom’… school starts next week. then the bell will toll, life will combust and ill be groping for sleep once again.
ive been a bit scared to write this week, i had a few “so you’ve got two blog’s now…?” comments last week, id like to think that no one reads it and it just exists, but I know that there are people secretly reading it here and there.
So im heading to the ol’ colonial tonight, and it just so happens that I have a sore eye, so I might have to go as a pirate and wear a goddam patch… and dance the night away to woman and tits…
to be sure. aahhh harrr.
meet coal face:
male
recently divorced
11 months old
fur slightly scuffed and discoloured from urine attack
very cute when cleaning face
eats carrots but only when no-one is looking 'cause he's woried aboutbeing a cliche`
good friends with slippery the snake (sssssssssssssssss)
enjoys long walks in the grass
dislikes being compared to his cousin 'the white rabbit' as it makes him feel in-adequate for not having a pocket watch, and he is never late
Last evening upon a patio
There stood some girls,
Brightly dressed in heels and yellow,
Blue and cream.
Red lipstick.
The crowd was slightly inadequate…
Slightly lax
So they diverted their attention to a pink giraffe
Flying high on the roof tops of Fitz-royalty
His hoofs shone transparent with magic
And his nose glistened in the afternoon sun
Turning their heads from his lime boat
He disappeared, saddle gone
limbs leaving prints in the juice
Alas he has joined them
Stolen
Giving pink light to a crowd of inanimate beige creatures…
I cleaned my desk yesterday. Therefore, the view is a little more composed, a little more comfortable from where I am sitting today.
Out the window I see the roof network that lines Bourke St. Air Conditioning Ducts snake over (reminds me of slippery – the snake that lives downstairs) and on to other buildings, fire escapes and lift core boxes stack up, satellites, aerials, flagpoles…
Another world, un-inhabited…but for birds, window washers and the odd little man.
Sometimes there is a chair or two, a bit of astro-turf, but its rare to see the people that use them, that put them there.
It’s a grey day.
I wish I wasn’t staring at empty rooftop chairs, I wish I wasn’t sleeping on couch cushions still.
*winces eyes and hopes to be teleported to perhaps Spain. Yes Spain… in the middle of the night, with dancing ladies and swivelling hips*
Today I feel like I have a slight bruise somewhere but I can’t find it...
I’m still sad, resembling the nectarine I’m determined to finish eating though its skin is soft and its middle is hard, and the sweetness is gone.
* * *
Last night I slept on three disfigured and mismatched couch cushions. I slept straight and long (not my usual style) and with both hands by my side, so as not to let my skin scratch on the carpet. I’m warming to my new room, which I never thought possible, as I am so warm to it already, and have slept with my head to the north, east and west… I liked east the best, I wonder if that is allowed in the lore of feng shui.
(Once I worked on a project where there was a feng shui consultant (master), it was the most un-relenting and hardest things to negotiate… sectors, numbers, brass and water. Completely dependent on the individual and what numbers were in what sectors, not just a flower here and a couch there.)
* * *
so… the view… deliriously sunny, the flag on the I&G building (Collins st) is blustering and flapping like the lady that ran for the tram this morning, tapping and waving through the doors at victoria st, and I reckon the heat will be blistering outside.
When I sat down earlier there were single feathers gliding through the air, 11 floors high, perhaps a bird died somewhere.
* * *
the pip lies on the desk
I’m still sad, resembling the nectarine I’m determined to finish eating though its skin is soft and its middle is hard, and the sweetness is gone.
* * *
Last night I slept on three disfigured and mismatched couch cushions. I slept straight and long (not my usual style) and with both hands by my side, so as not to let my skin scratch on the carpet. I’m warming to my new room, which I never thought possible, as I am so warm to it already, and have slept with my head to the north, east and west… I liked east the best, I wonder if that is allowed in the lore of feng shui.
(Once I worked on a project where there was a feng shui consultant (master), it was the most un-relenting and hardest things to negotiate… sectors, numbers, brass and water. Completely dependent on the individual and what numbers were in what sectors, not just a flower here and a couch there.)
* * *
so… the view… deliriously sunny, the flag on the I&G building (Collins st) is blustering and flapping like the lady that ran for the tram this morning, tapping and waving through the doors at victoria st, and I reckon the heat will be blistering outside.
When I sat down earlier there were single feathers gliding through the air, 11 floors high, perhaps a bird died somewhere.
* * *
the pip lies on the desk
i had my first garage sale on saturday,
it was surprisingly easy and much fun.
we had all necessary items to get us through the day,
and finished with a swim. followed by preparations for a
trip to the animal kingdom on saturday night.
a good saturday...
aaannnd im allowed to have coalface at my new abode!
stay posted for construction photos of his palatial hutch.
Last night I sang.
I sang like a goddam stewardess who is on her first flight as cabin crew manager and spittles into her microphone, while it creaks and breathes.
I drank; I drank a load of plum wine and was very pleased that it was ever thought of.
We sang karaoke, with bad videos that made me want to spew- with nineties camel toes, with ugly models who perpetually touched themselves, with couples splashing in fountains and smelling roses, with loads of old white people wandering around aimlessly in gardens and on beaches.
(Highlights of the night include moaning to; Everybody- Backstreet Boys, Satisfaction- Rolling Stones, Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond, Get It ON- Trex, and watching my friends try to reach the high notes of Sweet Child o mine)
Hooray for large displays of extravagant attention seeking therapy, and drunken exploits.
***
They were filming a Stephen King film in Princes Park this morning, and as I was waiting for the tram I saw them carefully and tediously place large bunches of lichen-ey brownish hair on the bridge. Very interesting… I’m not a reader of Mr King’s work but I wouldn’t mind imagining what creature will lurk from the depths in the night…
***
Sometimes when I’m drawing (that’s what I do allll day) on the computer and I am multi tasking I paste something in and it happens to be a line that I may have used in an email or whilst blog-ing. I was just drawing and I pasted in big text all over a roof plan, “ ‘ill have to be a bit more "private, sensitive...(and) anxious’ ”.
***
Its going to be sunny for the rest of the week and I am glad, but I am also glad that there has been some rainy solace from my hot little soul last week. As the lady who is the receptionist for the fundamental Christians that have an office downstairs said in the lift this morning, in a little short and croaky voice,
“ooo its lovely to have some cool weath-er”
I sang like a goddam stewardess who is on her first flight as cabin crew manager and spittles into her microphone, while it creaks and breathes.
I drank; I drank a load of plum wine and was very pleased that it was ever thought of.
We sang karaoke, with bad videos that made me want to spew- with nineties camel toes, with ugly models who perpetually touched themselves, with couples splashing in fountains and smelling roses, with loads of old white people wandering around aimlessly in gardens and on beaches.
(Highlights of the night include moaning to; Everybody- Backstreet Boys, Satisfaction- Rolling Stones, Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond, Get It ON- Trex, and watching my friends try to reach the high notes of Sweet Child o mine)
Hooray for large displays of extravagant attention seeking therapy, and drunken exploits.
***
They were filming a Stephen King film in Princes Park this morning, and as I was waiting for the tram I saw them carefully and tediously place large bunches of lichen-ey brownish hair on the bridge. Very interesting… I’m not a reader of Mr King’s work but I wouldn’t mind imagining what creature will lurk from the depths in the night…
***
Sometimes when I’m drawing (that’s what I do allll day) on the computer and I am multi tasking I paste something in and it happens to be a line that I may have used in an email or whilst blog-ing. I was just drawing and I pasted in big text all over a roof plan, “ ‘ill have to be a bit more "private, sensitive...(and) anxious’ ”.
***
Its going to be sunny for the rest of the week and I am glad, but I am also glad that there has been some rainy solace from my hot little soul last week. As the lady who is the receptionist for the fundamental Christians that have an office downstairs said in the lift this morning, in a little short and croaky voice,
“ooo its lovely to have some cool weath-er”
the sigh comes back, it returns, from a time when the lights went out last year.
a sad day, and im sitting up almost encompassed in the dark clouds. on the top floor. it feels like they are coming in through the window and hugging me.
last night was the end. the end of january, and definately the end of a relationship.
i feel a bit sick in the stomach. you know that feeling. like you've lost your wallet, but you dont even care about the wallet, just whats inside.
a sad day, and im sitting up almost encompassed in the dark clouds. on the top floor. it feels like they are coming in through the window and hugging me.
last night was the end. the end of january, and definately the end of a relationship.
i feel a bit sick in the stomach. you know that feeling. like you've lost your wallet, but you dont even care about the wallet, just whats inside.
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