23.4.2012 Best Toilet Doors I’ve Ever Seen
Thanks, Melbourne Uni.
13.12.2011 You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead-Marieke Hardy
Started reading this yesterday (thanks Tanya!) and I adore the author and am envious of her eloquence and brutal honesty and the fact that she has shocking things to be brutally honest about and that she is only five years my senior but is somehow straddling the “I’m still young at heart” and “I’m an adult” divide like it ain’t no thang.
Read this, it’s hilarious, she’s magnetic, you’ll dig.
15.10.2011 Best name for the author of a book called Alternative and Activist Media ever.
10.10.2011 The newly reno’d library at uni looks so sweet
20.6.2011 Old old old old so old book
My mum (bless. her. heart.) sent me a copy of a Tennyson that is over 150 years old.
Win.
And it has that wonderful musty book smell, but also something more. It carries the rich and heavy scent of much age. Dude. I love my mum.
ps that is me looking goofy and adorable in the background.
Optional Extra: Book Launch
This dude I know is married to a lovely woman who wrote a book so I went to the book launch (as I am righteously cultured and gear).
The book is great and some dudes played music and this other dude read the book aloud and he had a really lovely voice.
If you can arrange being read to by a velvety voiced ginger, please do so. Recommend.
28.5.2011 So Many Books
Once upon a time there was a woman. This woman had a daughter who one day, in a fit of wanton independence moved far far away to live by herself. This woman was undeterred in her efforts to be a good mother and she came to see her daughter. They went by tram to Lygon St where they feasted like kings at Small Block, then browsed the shops around lazily.
Now the daughter was enamoured of books (too enamoured, truthfully) and when the two women entered a bookshop on Lygon st she lost her mind and began picking many books off of many shelves in a frenzy. Her mother, wanting to make the stupid girl happy, bought her not one, not two, but six books! And the girl lived happily ever after (also purchasing a vintage lamp shade and framed picture and stopping for coffee and tart at Each Peach), safe in the knowledge that money can buy such an ending.
