September 2009
52 posts
I missed my flight. All I can get is a bus on Saturday night. So I’m taking the goddamn thing because I will see Dali if it kills me.
“Writing about photographs is a risk. The first sign of a good photograph is that...”
– Mark Wrigley
In my absence I have:
- Spent a day chasing a plane that could not land in Adelaide due to the weather and after circling the airport for an hour had to go all the way to Melbourne to replenish fuel sources. Airports are useless and do not bother to tell you this. - Nursed a very sick boyfriend back to health. This involved the cleaning of vomit. - Written an essay.
edit: I also bought two pairs...
Things.
1. I GOT A JOB. In the time that I have been unemployed (nannying excluded because it paid terribly ans was cash in hand) I could have conceived and had a baby.
2. United States of Tara is brilliant.
3. Flights to Melbourne are so expensive that we are going to go by train. I think it will be exciting. I did it once as a child but the memory is blurred with a memory of a dream. I used...
colinweaver:
Colin Weaver - Cold Hard Road
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AUSTRALIA! Go and vote for the world you want to... →
Youth Decide ‘09 is a national youth vote on climate change.
The more greenhouse gases we put into the atmosphere the worse climate change will get.
This December countries will agree on a global limit on greenhouse gases at the UN Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen. Countries will each set targets for how much they will reduce their greenhouse gas emissions by the year 2020....
I am a nominee for homecoming queen
sealegslexi:
Isn’t that funny? Vote for me ;)
I don’t actually understand what a homecoming queen is. Or what homecoming is. I assume it has something to do with footballers, but that is based entirely on Grease.
“Perchance, coming generations will not abide the dissolution of the globe, but,...”
– Henry David Thoreau
Maybe surrealists are my favourite kind of people.
“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,...”
– ‘On The Road’, Jack Kerouac
I wish I could understand how he puts up with my senseless freak-outs and teary high-pitched break-downs. But I can’t express how glad I am that he does.
I post on Tumblr when I’m depressed, or when I’m lonely. If you look back on my archive you can see my depression grow and fade and return. It’s always strongest in the winter months. It is the seventeenth minute of the twelfth day of Spring. I hope it will be better than the eleventh. I’m scared of the twelfth day. I’m never lonely in the sense that most people...
The Corpse - Charles Baudelaire
Remember, my soul, the sight of a dear Summer’s dawn, where the path split A corpse on a bed of rocks, feet Splayed like a prostitute, dripping And bubbling poisons, baring Her chest with that tired, familiar Look — and filled with a breath… The sun was shining on the wreck, As if to cook it up, to render back To nature all the parts that once Were...
Florence + The Machine - Girl With One Eye
I survived. I’ll never have to do that again. It will never be new again.
I’ve been awake since the week hours and I have tired eyes but I’m going into town to have breakfast with one of my favourite people instead of going to my politics lecture. So life feels good. And tonight, I shall make my boyfriend a fennel and leek soup. Yum.
I’d like to draw attention to the cast of Cry-Baby.
We have one underage porn star (Traci Lords), one bank robber who was also kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army and then aided her captors to further their cause (Patty Hearst), a talk show host (Ricki Lake), the Godfather of Punk (Iggy Pop), and a 1950s teen idol who was the inspiration for the Simpsons character Troy McClure (Troy...
I think I’m ready and able to welcome this back into my life. I hope I am.
I’m still scared.
