Strange melancholy morning, filled with fossil reading, Salinger, and a pervading sense of unease.
As I was walking from work yesterday, near nine with light still in the sky, I found myself opening and closing my book repeatedly, nervously, next to Abel. The temperature shift around six, from cool rain to stinging sun, was destabilizing. I felt fragile.
Here was a path I had taken before and yet it’s quiet shuttered windows all seemed unfamiliar. Behind those white lids were dark octopus lipped people, rolling around on plastic lace, and listening to music that would rhyme with a leaky tap.
The seesaw carrying two children had springs that swung too violently. I hated the sound of my shoes.
But now, looking back, I hear the false chime of birds from my alarm. It’s time to leave, isn’t it?
are ill suited to airplanes, airports and nosy side passengers. It amplifies those voices in the basement that like to holler and bang pots, driving me to distraction. Floating in and out of consciousness with the subtle reminder of the body in the form of cramps, the sound of the air pressure sucking out waste products in flight, the casual flickering of whatever film is playing in front of me while all around the crazy compactness of it is growling constantly in grey noise, these are all very bad things for my brain. Some part of me is getting disintegrated in the displacement and I pray to heavens I can recover all the bits again.
But now I am back home, in this aged exquisite corpse of a city, digging into a carton of a cigarettes that cost me less than dozen oysters, bloodying my eyes with sleep deprivation and wondering how late it needs to get before I can grab a beer and pick up the phone.
Why do I even say I’m home? What is this place?
My home, the home of the heart, is somewhere nestled in the crook of arm, feeling him sleep with the weight of a leg thrown over my hip.
So I am homeless, again.
via www.sea-ex.com
What I had last night for dinner…Moreton Bay Bugs
… are hard to find. Most of them veer towards the land of pounding bad music combined with people I have nothing in common with. This includes bars which cater to teenagers, bars which cater to professionals, and bars which cater to people who like white formica and steel in their eateries.
Luckily, last night, we found Safety Wolf. Yummy cocktails and soft scrumptious white tacos. Even the music wasn’t shitballs. Relieved to have found a watering hole for this proud camel.
I now live alone. It’s been years since I’ve had a place to myself; it’s been nine years, to be exact. The first thing I’ve noticed so far is that I’ve grown up since then, and now actually clean and tidy the house to something very respectable. It helps that almost three quarters of my things are in storage and perhaps I should take note of this. Less is better.
But, that’s not what’s occupying my thoughts. As usual, my brain is fizzing over with deciding on what to eat next.
So far, I’m hatching a plan to eat at Guilo Guilo with a bunch of dear friends, making a list of Mexican recipes to try out while I perfect my tortilla skills (oh Bret, how I miss you), and mulling over a retrial of my infamous Chili.
But aside from that, the more practical question is how to bring a packed lunch. Looking forward in the week, I will have a stretch of four days where lunch, packed lunch, will be a necessity. In the past, my packed lunches have gone all the way from Japanese rice bowls with veggies and egg, to more simple fare like raw vegetables and some smoked fish with brown bread. But, I want these four days to count. So what to do? What to do?
Day 1 and 2 - Make some stew with lamb and serve with some couscous
Day 3 - Apple carrot and beet salad with some new potatoes and boiled eggs.
Day 4 - Swedish meatballs with sauce, gratin and steamed peas and carrots.
The important thing here is to keep something tasty that can be good warmed up or to go for light and fresh with no cooking at all. I’ve opted for comfort food the first two days because it’s (a) easy to make ahead of time (b) good to have something warmed up at work. Day 3 is a kind of cleansing operation that can be healthy when sleep deprived, plus a gratification of my ridiculous yearnings for perfect boiled eggs. Day 4 is luxury.
andy’s version of the iPod shuffle (encore)
1. Put your iPod (itunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
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IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Dreams never end – New Order
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Delia’s psychadelian waltz – Li de la Russe (Delia Derbyshire)
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
You’ve no clue do you – King Creosote
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Charlotte - Slint
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
I feel the sun - Tully
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
So strange is man – Lavinia Blackwell and Alex Neilson
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Izzum – King Biscuit Time
WHAT IS 2+2?
Vision of Mars – DJ Panic
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
A moment of clarity – Boards of Canada
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Setting the woods on fire – Hank Williams Sr.
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Promenade (Pictures at an Exhibition) – Modest Mussorsgky
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
The just is enough – Clue to kalo
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Boy and Girl – Grin (NO FUCKING KIDDING!)
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Habanera (Carmen) - Bizet
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Blue turning grey over you – Fats Waller
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp – Led Zeppelin
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Your feet’s too big – Fats Waller
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Vibraphone crescendo – Bernard Lubat and H. Roy
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Baptist Blacktick - Pavement
WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Her smell theme – Vincent Gallo
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Venus Drive – Guitar Wolf
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
I am human - The Smiths
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Occupied - Medications
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Behind the Wall of Sleep – Black Sabbath
WILL YOU GET MARRIED?
I’m afraid of Japan – Final Fantasy
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Partita No. 3 (Cosmos: The Harmony of Nature) – Arthur Grumiaux
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Hermitage – James Yorkston and his Athletes
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Air du Grand Prieur – Erik Satie
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Knew Noise – Section 25
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
John Tom – Lee Perry and the Dynamites
