17.5.2012 Secret arty Brunswick alleys
I love where I live.
12.5.2012 My first poetry reading
On a Saturday afternoon at the Dan O’Connell, a wonderful thing happens. All these very very different people get together and stand up in front of each other and read their thoughts aloud. It’s so magic. This girl was the feature poet and she was a slam poet and she was so beautiful and bold and musical and everyone there was nothing but supportive and encouraging of everyone else and normal life should be more like the poetry readings at the Dan O’Connell.
07.5.2012 Very Red Leaf is Very Red
or it might be pink
03.5.2012 Yellow
If you have a sort of crappy day and are feeling sluggish and mule-like and notice a grey and heavy despondency settling into your stomach, I recommend noticing a yellow wattle flower, and then a few more, all nestled in and around calm green leaves who are separate and better than your grim sadnesses.
and many other things. I sort of stopped doing a regular photo thang a little while ago but still had heaps of May photos lying around (digitally, you know). I haven’t posted them on account of being busy sitting around bemoaning my lack of creativity and worrying about my haircut and what-not.
They’re here now.
Because the Internet has of course been holding its breath.
05.4.2012 Face goop on face
It was all blue and roughy-silky and heated up as you rubbed it in. OMG.
Noice.
31.3.2012 DRAMA
Legit dramas, as my housemate put it.
I was minding my own business, rocking out in the lounge room on a Saturday afternoon when the largish tree out the front of our house fell gently and sedately to the ground.
It was blocking the driveway and seemed much larger than when it was standing up. The poor old thing had rotted out on the inside and the scattered storms and wind over the last few weeks obviously took their toll.
I got to exchange “hey look at that huge tree across your driveway there” nods and conversation with several passing neighbours which was obviously really gratifying and all in all my fairly pedestrian Saturday was greatly improved.
29.3.2012 Porridge (again)
I stayed in bed all day moaning faintly and generally being-a-little-dramatic/sleeping/watching Dr Who. I did not want to fetch myself food.
Then I remembered the existence of porridge and the day was infinitely brighter.
28.3.2012 I am the greatest
The cold I decided to get yesterday really ramped things up a notch today so when I got home from work I lay on my bed like a corpse for a while, feeling generally woeful- but not completely woeful as I also got my TARDIS PHONE COVER IN THE MAIL TODAY.
Call me what you want, I don’t care. My phone is the tardis.
11.2.2012 The beauty of a late night toasty
Cheese and pineapple. Win win winner.
