Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Recap

Sorry about the lack of posts of late. I tend to do much of my posting at work, and just recently I have been so busy with end of financial year 'issues', and what I call 'work', that it has seriously impacted on blogging time. So unfair.

So, here's a recap of what's been happening since late last week.
  • Friday night Bodhi and I went out for a 'boys night out' in my 'hood, which started off at The Newtown Hotel and ended up at The Imperial Hotel (where the opening interior bar scenes, and some early exterior shots, in the film Priscilla: Queen of the Desert were filmed). We had a great time, cut up the dance floor some, drooled over Marcello, the particularly beautious dancing boy from the drag show, and enjoyed the new 'smoke free' zones at The Imperial. Like the Energiser Bunny, Bodhi could have gone all night, but I called it quits at 3am. Good times!
  • Saturday I hung out at the Buddhist centre I attend and spent about 6 hours processing some of the back-log of data entry that I let build up. A couple of my friends from the centre showed up and we packed books and other merchandise ready for our stall at the Tibetan Cultural Festival on Sunday. Afterwards we went and had a coffee at a nearby cafe and soaked up a bit of (short-lived as it turned out) winter sun. Afterwards I was kind of bushed and short on sleep from Friday night's dancefest, so I had a quiet night in and then turned in early.
  • Early Sunday morning I headed back to the centre to help load up the merchandise, and then take it over to the Petersham Town Hall for the Tibetan Cultural Festival to celebrate His Holiness the Dalai Lama's 70th birthday. It was a cold and drizzly morning, so it was especially hard to get out of bed. The Festival started a bit quietly, given the weather, but by lunchtime it had filled up with quite a diverse crowd of locals, Buddhist monks and members of the Tibetan community. Bodhi joined me to check out the Festival, and hang out, and of course he did some 'retail therapy'. We left the Festival at lunchtime and headed into the
    Art Gallery of New South Wales where we cruised the sculpture & Asian art sections in particular, played my favourite game of 'spotto, there's a cute one!' and sat at the cafe overlooking the water (where cakes and a spectacular cheese platter were had). Sunday night was the usual 'couch potato's night-in' and catching the latest episode of Outback House. Amusing moment; when Gay Dan, erstwhile failed shepherd and now gardener and house-boy on the homestead, commented after castrating a lamb with his teeth* "The worst thing is, I won't ever be trusted with a set of testicles in my mouth ever again." Word.


So, a fun weekend of everything from High Art to High Camp, from the Spiritual to the Profane. That's my life, right there.

* Not a practice I condone, or recommend.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I Think I Have Intimacy 'Issues'

I finally bit the bullet today and bought some new shoes*. They were particularly nice ones, in a wiiiiiide fitting, on sale. (I know, score!) All was going quite well, I had my aversion to shoe shopping pretty much under control, no red mist was descending, but then the shop assistant weirded me out a bit.

Is it just me, or is it too bizzarely intimate for a shop assistant to address you as my love?

This taps into one thing I have never been very keen on, and seem to be increasingly bothered by as I get older, fake intimacy. Or probably more accurately, a pretense of intimacy by people I don't know, and which oversteps the line between friendliness and intimacy. I'm not sure I'm explaining this correctly, but I think you can be friendly without taking on a pretense that there is any sort of closeness or relationship other than a mercantile one.

Hands up all those who think I think too much?

* My horror of buying shoes is on account of my horrendous wide, flat 'hobbit feet', which I touched upon in my 100 Things post and extolled the ugliness of here.

Keeping A Clear Path To The Bathroom

Ack, I managed to pick up some sort of stomach bug a couple of days ago and the past 48 hours have been... interesting. Let's just say that anything I ate or drank decided 'No, this is not the place for me at all' and took the evacuation order seriously.

Now I'm on the mend, but I'm still getting waves of nausea in almost exactly the same fashion as I did when I saw Dr Cruise on Oprah. Weird

Monday, July 04, 2005

Ugly Websights

I love the brutal glamour of German expressionist woodcuts, but this web page makes them look almost pretty, pretty by comparison. My first impression was that it looked like something from the early Nineties, when the Horizontal Rule (in 3D no less!) reigned supreme. The kicker, it's only 3 years old. What, no scrolling text?

Ugly limos = ugly website. Lots'a fonts! Multi-coloured text! Crappy line breaks! Poor grammar! Unusual use of ALL CAPS for emphasis! Crappy 'cute' spelling like "Please take a LQQK...at our nu 2006 Chrysler 300 8/pass".

LQQK and weep, people.

The Week That Was

Wow, last week was quite some week.

All I can say is, the 30 June end of financial year deadline is an absolute bitch. I was clocking up anything up to 13 hours a day at work for much of last week. Remember how on Sunday night you would frantically try and get the school assignment that was due on Monday finished? That was our entire office last week.

From Wednesday through to Saturday my sister was in Sydney for a work related trip. I hadn't seen her for about 18 months, because I didn't go over to her home town of Ballarat for Christmas last year. It was nice to hang out for the brief amount of time we could, given both of our hectic schedules. We had a lovely dinner at Chinta Ria, a funky Asian restaurant down by the water. We did get to hang out for most of Saturday though and I got to play tour guide. We did some of the required tourist things such as riding the Monorail, which was lots of fun. She seems to be in a pretty good space at the moment, enjoying her job and her kids, with the only downside being a few marital 'wobbles' she's going through.

Somehow yesterday I managed to pack in about 5 hours of working on the database at the Buddhist centre I attend, and a few hours of helping some friends try and sort out their end of year bookkeeping woes.

So Monday morning has rolled around and I haven't a) cleaned my house b) done any laundry for the week ahead or c) had any 'downtime' to recharge the batteries. Despite that I had a productive week and I really enjoyed the time I spent with my sister, and the weekend was frantically busy but still enjoyable. This week will still be busy but should be a little less frantic without the 30 June deadline, and I take up my new position (and new salary, woot!), so it should be an interesting week ahead.

Have a great Monday everyone!

[Updated: Oops, I like sooo totally forgot to mention that I saw War Of The Worlds on Saturday night with Bodhi and Ashley. Cool film, loved it, and it rocked so badly that I almost forgot to throw up in my mouth a little when everyone's favourite Operating Thetan VII, Dr Cruise, walked on screen. He even underplayed it for the most part, although I thought his 'intense' routine at the end was about as over-played as his 'Oprah' performance. Still, well done Mr Spielberg.]

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Cup Of Joe

I enjoy a good cup of coffee, and this morning I have had waaaaay too much of it. I didn't leave the office until around 9.30 last night, so getting up and getting moving this morning required just a tad more 'assistance' than ususal.

All that aside, I still can't explain why I find this slideshow of one man's NYC coffee cup collection so oddly compelling though.

I guess I have hidden depths.

[Link via Kottke.]

The All New XenuBox

How much do I love this Tom Cruise Special Edition Xbox? Har!

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Orange


Theravadan Buddhist monks at the Buddhist Cultural Festival. Darling Harbour, Sydney. January, 2005.

This week's Photo Friday theme is Orange. I took this photo of a group of monks at the Buddhist Cultural Festival back in January of this year, which I wrote about here. I loved the vibrant orange of their robes, so strong in the baking Summer sun, as they gathered for prayer.

I Always Thought 'Cruise' Was A Verb

I wish I could have seen this interview with Dr Cruise on the US Today show, but deep in my heart I know that to have done so would have walked the path of a potential aneurism.

Scientology seems to have spent the megabucks on keeping their image acceptably clean, so how long before he gets too weird for even the Scientologists?

[More lunacy recorded here.]

Monday, June 27, 2005

Can I Have Another Weekend Please?

Jeebus, here it is Monday and I really could use another weekend.

Much of the weekend was hoot-worthy, especially drinkies with Bodhi on Friday night (if you were at the Newtown Hotel on Friday night, we were the two sober guys drinking our own body weight in Diet Cokes and Lemon Squash) and going for a dusk walk through a cemetary with two beautiful and sweet Rhodesian Ridgeback dogs in tow. I also did some volunteer work at the Buddhist centre, ran the bookshop at a workshop on 'Unlocking the Addiction Trap' given by one of our senior nuns, and helped some friends try and sort out the bookkeeping mess they have found themselves in.

None of it was onerous or hard work but it meant I had precious little 'me, sofa & television' time. Sofa, television, I miss you guys. ::sniff::

Friday, June 24, 2005

Karma Is My Friend

I had a really dull entry started yesterday; some waffle about being uninspired, being insanely busy at work and how the most interesting thing I did yesterday was buy some new pants on sale for $39.95 down from $140. I know, riveting.

Anyhoo, yesterday got a hell of a lot more interesting in the late afternoon. This past week or two I have been taking on a lot of extra work and helping pick up the slack with jobs that aren't getting done by other staff at my new work. So yesterday late afternoon my bosses called me into their office, gave me a glowing informal review, took me off probation (I still had another month of my three month probation to go), gave me a choice of three possible promotions and added $10k to my salary, starting next week.

Remember how I was wondering if I could afford to keep the house to myself since my flatmate has moved on? Well, it seems like that problem may be solved. I just need to decide if I want to pay that much rent, or if I use this extra income to party hard be fiscally responsible and pay off my debts.

I know that this entry is as Freakgirl would say "...the sort of self-congratulatory shit disguised as "writing" that I read on some other sites". I own that completely.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I'm Sparing You, Trust Me

Because I care about you, yes you, I have elected to refrain from jumping onto the left foot bandwagon. It seemed to start innocently enough, and spread like wildfire in all sorts of places.

As I mentioned in point #68 here I have flat and wide feet. That is perhaps sugar coating the true ugliness that is my feet. My feet give depth, breadth and nuance to the term ugly. Oh, and having broken a toe on my left foot earlier this year, then having lost the toenail on that same toe, and then having a new nail start to grow back (still a work in progress) and having said new toenail be sort of ridged and gnarly...

Anyone thrown up a little in their mouth yet?

Of Yoga And The Cost Of Personal Space

Last night's yoga class was a little bit quieter than usual, I guess partly due to it being quite cold last night. Class was fantastic though, everyone seemed really switched on and the teacher seemed to be having a good time as well. All through the class she kept complimenting us (rank beginners all) on our postures and 'alignments', so I guess 4 weeks into the course we are all starting to 'get it'. We started to work on longer flowing sequences last night and also tried different breathing techniques and 'shoulder stands' for the first time.

I'm enjoying yoga so much, it's like all of a sudden I've discovered this great hidden secret. Where have you been all my life?

Walking home afterwards the night air had a definite winter chill to it, and the wind was really cold. The moon was high and full, and beautiful, so even the meagre few stars normally visible in the city night sky were mostly in hiding. It was nice to walk home feeling relaxed, flexible and having that awareness of how different my body feels after a session. Work is rather crazy at present, in the lead up to the end of the financial year on 30th June, so it's also nice to have something that takes you out of your head for a while and shifts the awareness to the body. My challenge now is to develop enough skill and commitment to start a daily yoga practice. It would be great to have that positive feeling on a daily basis, rather than the usual tapestry of back, neck and shoulder pains I normally have.

I'm feeling a little torn at the moment. I haven't gone searching for a new flatmate since my old flatmate moved out a few weeks ago, and I'm loving having the place to myself. The rent really is too steep for me to afford on my own, I'm currently paying more than half my salary in rent and after everyday living costs and bills I don't really have much of anything left for clothes (which I desperately need), replacing my recently lost mobile phone, entertainment or other 'incidentals'. Having the spare room and extra closet though would allow me to de-clutter my disaster area of a bedroom, set up a dedicated space for my meditation practice and yoga, and maybe even set-up my bike on its trainer stand so that I can use it as a stationary exercise bike.

So there are lots of positives to be had from not getting someone in, but given my financial history of the past few years I could really use the increased money from this new job to get ahead financially, if I wasn't paying so much of it in rent. The situation so far isn't all that pressing, so I guess I'll just ride it out for the next few weeks and see what happens. My salary increases by around $80 a week in about a month's time, when my probationary period is up, so maybe it'll be worth waiting and reviewing it then. Of course the sensible thing to do would be to work out a budget. Yeah, right.

The other possible negative to keeping the house to myself is less tangible. Will I get too set in my ways when I only have myself to worry about? I already seem to have wound back my social life over the past 12 months. Could this signal entry into a solitary hermit-like existence? Will I end up as a crazy old guy with 16 cats and newspapers stacked to the ceiling in maze-like formations in every room? OK, I'm allergic to cats and I don't buy newspapers very often, but that could all change.

How much value would you put on personal space?

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Another Boring Riveting Post About Numbers, And My Ego

Cool, sometime overnight or earlier today I passed 3,000 hits since I added the hit counter earlier this year. It seems like only yesterday (or May 14th to be exact) that I was egoing out on the prospect of 2,000! Sure 3,000 does not make me the God Of The Internets, but jeezalou I loves those nice big round numbers.

Hey if I get big enough I could post one of these entries every month! Every week! Daily! ...and wouldn't that just kill off my readership?!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Save Joey!

The hilarious Mr Sun is fomenting an intervention plan to save Katie. Time to sign up my friends.

A Mighty Fine Cinemascope Weekend

My old friend Kate used to have this cute little routine she would pull (and I of course appropriated as my own), which was that whenever we were out having a fun time she would pause and say "You know, we'll all look back at the end of the day and say we had a lovely time". It was based on something her mother or grandmother used to say, good proper Lutheran ladies all, and the comedy came from affecting the correct prim and proper delivery (especially if the good time we were having involved copious amounts of alcohol in a gay bar). Well this weekend I was able to look back at the end of the weekend and say I had a lovely time. The theme for the weekend? - the movies.

Friday night I went to dinner at a fab little Indian restaurant in Croydon called The Joy of Chennai* with my friends John & Judy. Afterwards we went back to their house to watch the DVD of one of my favourite nerdy films, SkyCaptain & The World Of Tomorrow. Love that film.

Saturday I surfed the net, did laundry, did assorted bits of housework and then headed over to Bodhi's house to hang out and watch DVDs in the new home cinema set-up with him and his daughter Ashley. We watched some films, some Backstreet Boys & Kylie videos (could we be any gayer?) and all crashed about 3am. Rabbit was coming over in the morning so we could all go to the movies, so I crashed the night in the spare room.

As planned, Rabbit came over on Sunday morning and the four of us headed into the city. First stop was a cafe serving coffee and chocolates - yup, I had chocolate for breakfast. Hello sugar rush! After the coffee (not bad) and the chocolates (ok but a bit ordinary and definately a bit over-priced IMHO) we wandered around the shops for a while and had lots of laughs, then headed to the cinemas to see Batman Begins. Loved it! After the movies we headed back to Bodhi's to hang out for a while, Rabbit disappeared to finish an assignment and study for his horticulture course exam, Ashley left for her mum's house and then Bodhi walked me home before he continued on to the Buddhist centre he attends (to run his Sunday evening recovery group). Sunday night consisted of me, my sofa, a pizza, this week's episode of Outback House and an early bedtime.

All in all a lovely weekend.

*I Googled them but found nothing to link to - shocking!

Me, Me, Me... It's All About Meme

Bodhi sent me this meme via email, and because I just can't tire of talking about me, here are my responses:
  • What time did you get up this morning?
    7 am
  • Diamonds or pearls?
    Neither, Kryptonite
  • What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
    Batman Begins, loved it
  • What is your favorite TV show?
    More than one, but probably (and sadly) The Amazing Race
  • What is your middle name?
    Michael
  • What is your favorite cuisine?
    Fattening
  • What food do you dislike?
    Tripe, I don't eat meat anymore so I guess I could extend this to being 'all meat',
  • What is your favorite crisp/chip flavor?
    Sour cream & chilli or lime & cracked pepper
  • What is your favorite CD at the moment?
    Destroy Rock & Roll by Mylo
  • What is your favorite Song?
    Ack, there's a huge 'short list' for this but one song I will love forever is True Colours by Cyndi Lauper
  • What kind of vehicle do you drive?
    I don't
  • What's your favorite sandwich?
    Tasty cheese & salad with the lot, or a manwich
  • What characteristics do you despise?
    I don't despise anything, but I'm no big fan of cruelty
  • What is your favorite article of clothing?
    G-Star low rise jeans (I'm short, so they fit my torso well without making me look 'high-panted' like many jeans do and they flatter the package make the best of my assets)
  • If you could go anywhere on vacation, where would you go?
    Narnia
  • What color is your bathroom?
    Black & white tile, with pale green (almost cream) walls
  • What color pants are you wearing?
    If you mean underpants, khaki hipster trunks, if you mean trousers, blue G-Star jeans
  • Where would you retire?
    Shangri La
  • When is your favorite time of day?
    Morning (before I gave up drinking it used to be Beer O'clock)
  • What is your most memorable birthday?
    2 birthdays are pretty memorable; my 25th which was a breakfast for around 50 people, and my 40th late last year which was held in a cool bar I hired and then completely filled with helium balloons
  • What is the last thing you ate?
    Wholemeal roll with lettuce, roasted vegetables, tasy cheese and basil mayo
  • If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
    Rainbow
  • What is your favorite Cartoon Character?
    Foghorn Leghorn
  • What's your favorite flower?
    Tulips or Frangipani
  • What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
    Cold Power with Aloe
  • Do you wish on stars?
    Yes, Paris Hilton
  • What is your shoe size?
    6 1/2 - make no assumptions, I'm hella short and my feet are big for my height (no really)
  • Do you have any pets?
    No, just high maintenance friends
  • Last person you talked to on the phone?
    A customer
  • What did you want to be when you were little?
    Not so little
  • What are you meant to be doing now?
    Eating lunch
  • What do you first notice about someone?
    I hate to admit it, but but the gut reaction of 'cute'/'not cute'
  • What was your favorite toy as a child?
    A fully undressable, but sadly not 'anatomically correct', GI Joe
  • Summer or Winter?
    Neither, Autumn and Spring
  • Hugs or kisses?
    Kisses, preferably with tongues and groping
  • Chocolate or vanilla?
    Chocolate, dark and bitter
  • Living arangements?
    Currently solo, my flatmate just moved out and even though I can barely afford it I'm liking having the space to myself
  • When was the last time you cried?
    Errr, not sure but it would have been at something on tv - I cry fairly easy (you know, especially given how much of a macho man I am) and I'm a sucker for crying along with a happy ending
  • What is under your bed?
    (Haven't I done this before?)
  • How many cities have you lived in?
    2, Adelaide and Sydney
  • Favorite movie of all time?
    I can't name just one; short list would be Wizard of Oz, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Hedwig & The Angry Inch - apparently anything camp with a show tune
  • Mountains or beach?
    Mountains, by the beach
  • Full names of your potential kids.
    'Turkey Baster' if it's a boy (after his father) or 'Vegemite Jar' if it's a girl (after her mother)
  • What is your usual bed time?
    An hour after it should be

Friday, June 17, 2005

In Rude Good Health

I've come to the realisation over the past couple of days that I'm feeling good. Good. This isn't any sort of Earth shattering news, but after about a month of starting to get sick, then being sick, then getting better, then not getting better, then actually getting better... well you get the general idea. The thing with a bad chest infection too is that it isn't one of those things that you can just medicate and ignore. You don't sleep, you can't go out in the cold air without a coughing jag, everything starts to ache - it's really quite a miserable experience to go through.

So except for a bit of a residual cough (and some pounds I packed on while I was 'comfort eating') I now feel better. In fact, I don't just feel better - I feel happier, which is the point of this post.

This week I've had a real pep in my step, some vim in my vigour, some errr... well, again you get the idea. Sense of humour has returned, energy levels are on the upswing, hormone levels are raging. I should come with a warning label, I feel that good.

Medical Breakthrough!

Late breaking news; like they said in the song, you gotta have friends. (la, la, la, la, la...)

I love the last sentence:
"Children may be more of a source of negative stress than a friend might be," Ms Giles said.

Amen to that, but Ms Giles, have you met my friends?

Thursday, June 16, 2005

There Is No Theme To This Meme

I stole this meme from Larry at The Love Lemming:

1. When fastening pants, do you button or zip first?:
Suck in, strain, button, then zip. (I wear button fly jeans like 501's or my beloved G-Star low rise jeans much of the time, so it's more like 'button, button, button, button...')

2. What are your two favorite shows that were cancelled?:
Just two? Er, Firefly and Soap jump to mind.

3. What show is your geeky pleasure?:
The Amazing Race, does that classify as geeky enough? Of course, I'm also a big fan of all the various Star Trek franchises, I know that's geeky enough.

4. Favorite band or musician?:
Probably Scissor Sisters or Goldfrapp, at present. Wait 5 minutes and it may change.

5. Do you kiss on the first date?:
Hell YES! I love to kiss. You should always mistrust a man who doesn't like to kiss.

6. Do you believe in ghosts?:
Only when the lights are out; then I'm likely to believe in goblins, ghouls, axe murderers, Klingons... you name it.

7. Have you ever had an unexplainable ghostly experience?:
I was quite creeped out by the energy of some of the parts of the Port Arthur jail, but whether that was my imagination or not is for the jury to decide.

8. Do you kiss tentative, wild, intense, or sweet?:
Yes, yes, yes and yes. All four are important weapons to have in the arsenal.

9. Did you save yourself for marriage, and do you wish you did?:
I didn't even 'save myself' for the end of High School, so next question...

10. Do you sleep with stuffed animals or anything/one else at night?:
Ewww, no on the stuffed toys. Just me, no pyjamas, and sometimes someone else - but I'm such a light sleeper that if there is anyone else in the bed I usually don't get much sleep, if any. If there is someone in the bed, who wants to sleep anyway?

11. What's under your bed?:
A fold-up massage table (disused), a table-top drawing table, swing arm drawing lamp, some boxes of boring old porn stuff.

12. Thunderstorms, cool or scary?:
Very, very cool.

13. 4 Most important things in life?:
Honesty, compassion, kindness, joy, dark chocolate & hot sex.
(...and yes I know it's only supposed to be 4 things, but which of these could you do without?)

14. Favorite and Least Favorite Sounds?:
Laughter (favourite). Whistling or snoring (least favourite).

15. Favorite curse word?:
Toss up between 'shit' or 'fuck', sorry but I'm very Old School in that regard.

16. Have you ever picked up a hitch-hiker, or would you?:
I don't drive. Is that the kind of 'pick up' you meant?

17. Would you take $10 millon for your soul mate and live a life of celibacy?:
Can someone explain this question to me?

18. Would you rather be a trash man or proctologist?:
Professional or amateur? Of course, this is obviously a trick question. Who could choose just one?

19. Which would be worse, bleeding to death or starving to death?:
Bleeding I think. I mean, ewww all that mess versus being fashionably 'Hollywood emaciated'? No contest. (Of course I kid, it's a dumb question but starvation would be horrible.)

Reasons To Be Cheerful, Part... Errr... Part Something

Despite a poor night's sleep last night, I'm feeling pretty bright and cheerfull today. Perhaps in part due to:
  • New underwear. Without delving into 'too much information' lets just say - at last a boxer/brief hybrid with adequate 'support'. I'm all about the snug. Oh, and they flatter your arse - just sayin'.
  • Sunny and warm(ish) winter days. Thanks Global Warming!
  • Scissor Sisters DVD, bought on sale, with lots of cool extras. They seem genuinely grateful for their fans and their success, and quite humbled by it, which frankly is both refreshing and charming. The live concert on the DVD filmed in Brighton, England is excellent. My old flatmate met Jake at a gay bar in my neighbourhood, when they were in town doing promotions, and to all accounts he was hot, friendly and charming.
  • Carter Beats The Devil. I picked this up for $5 on a sale table, and it's a gem of a book. A third of the way into it so far, and loving it.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Rude Awakenings

Every morning I wake up to the sounds of a local radio station, one which specialises in playing dance, pop and the sort of music the young people listen to. So this morning my alarm went off and as I was lying there collecting my thoughts I started to listen to a girl singing the quite dancey pop song they were playing:
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine...

A sinking feeling started to wash over me...
No need to run, and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to cry, and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life

My next thought, 'Oh no, they DIDN'T! One of my favourite songs of the 80's It's A Wonderful Life by Black, desecrated. I know I sound like I'm being precious, but hear me out.

Now, to comprehend my problem with this version you have to understand that the original was a) sung by a young man who just went by the name 'Black', b) was sung in a slow, low, almost tender manner c) had a beautiful simple backing track and d) the album cover featured a black & white pic of him alone on a rainy street. You see, it was all about the irony. It was like a depressive saying "Oh yeah, life's just great."

And no, I don't know who the new version is by. But she needs a slap.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Happy Birthday You Old Queen

Ack, hellishly busy day today (end of financial year looms) so a very brief re-cap of the Queen's Birthday* long weekend shenanigans:
  • Saturday I spent the entire day at the Buddhist centre (where I'm the bookshop manager) researching new book titles for the bookshop, restocking the shelves and pricing a big bag of jewellery from Nepal for sale. I had to take a huge bag of assorted jewellery, where a cost price and a retail price has been given for the entire bag, then spend the next few hours trying work out a price for each item individually to equal the price set for the bag. All I can say is, there was an Excel spreadsheet involved and very nearly some tears.
  • Sunday I finally got around to doing stuff like pulling weeds and trimming the out of control ficus trees in my courtyard. I filled my 'green waste' recycling bin and then some. Oh, and did I mention the trees are infested with spiders, which I did not want to kill in the process but neither did I want them running up my arms or inside my shirt. .::shudder::.
  • Monday I went to lunch at Mikey's lovely apartment, which is in the Philippe Starck designed 'Yoo Meta' warehouse conversion here in Sydney. There was good food (rocket aka 'arugula' salad with goat's cheese, figs and walnuts followed by fettucine puttanesca), lots of top shelf quality wine had by eveyone else, several babies for the cuddling of and some new people I hadn't met before. Lunch went for 7 hours and was fabulous.

All in all a good and demi-productive weekend.

* Yes, Australia has a national holiday for the Queen's Birthday, because we are good and loyal Commonwealth subjects. Actually most of us don't give a rat's arse about the Queen (count me in, Viva la Republic!), but public holidays are not to be scoffed at.

Katie, You Disappoint Me

From the Department Of 'Colour Me Unsurprised' I give you the revelation that Katie Holmes has a new 'religion'. Contractual obligation, much?

Monday, June 13, 2005

Step Back In Time

I really enjoyed watching the first episode of Outback House last night. The series is another in the 'House' series, where they re-create the living environment, trials and tribulations of a given time and place, and then after a period of training in the history and life-skills of the period a family and/or helpers and domestic staff are left to live out the lifestyle as accurately as possible. In this case it is Australia in 1861 and a family of 5 are the 'owners' of the outback sheep station, with shepherds, station hands, domestic staff, governess etc totalling 16 in all.

I think they made one or two poor choices in the first episode, which I guess is an important part of the point of the series, seeing how well modern people cope with the important decisions required by their circumstances. Mixing the pregnant ewes and the lambs with the rest of the sheep was a poor idea, with the result that they couldn't then move the sheep across country without losing many of the lambs and risking the ewes. Poor Dan the young shepherd was left behind without company, food or water, to try and control the huge mass of sheep while everyone else took off for the homestead. I don't blame him for breaking down in tears of frustration and wanting to resign as shepherd. I think Dan is going to be one of my favourite cast members, and not just because in his 'cast biography' he is open about being gay. (Ok, maybe just a little bit.)


"Outback House", Dan the Shepherd.

I've watched all the other 'house' series previous to this and enjoyed them all pretty much, especially the Edwardian House (known as Manor House in the US), the Frontier House and the 1940' House, although I was less excited by the Regency House Party (which at one point was destined to be the last of the franchise).

Lest I be accused of not being shallow, I have to give a shout out to the casting director of The Edwardian House. The male staff were all extremely cute; young Tristan the Groom and Kenny the 'Hallboy', and the two Footmen Charlie and Rob. Yowza.


"The Edwardian House" staff. Rob & Charlie left, Tristan & Kenny right.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

The Cabinet Of Curiosities

A little Sunday link-o-rama on a loose theme of things visual:
  • From the 'I can't quite believe my eyes' department Ladies and Gentlemen I bring you the all new revised Jack Osbourne. So visually improved is he that he joins the small ranks of The Unfugged. I draw the line at saying he's cute, but the change is remarkable.
  • Dave Devries is an artist who takes children's line drawings and turns them into full colour, professionally shaded, artworks with spectacular and amusing results. There is a gallery of his finished works at his site The Monster Engine. [Link via Matt at Scrubbles].
  • A fabbo gallery of Chinese postage stamps, curiously in French.
  • A cool collection of 1930's Deep Sea Diving cigarette cards. Although, I can't look at an old fashioned deep sea diving suit and not think of Adam from The Amazing Race whining and whimpering as he bobbed on the surface. TV rots your brain people.
  • Ever asked yourself why a prefectly respectable pretty young woman would collect photos of Electricity Pylons from around the world? No, me neither.

Friday, June 10, 2005

I'll Take 'Made-Up Words' For 10 Points Please

Here's the thing, you see, I like to make up new words for things. I know, odd hobby but I promise you it can be lots of fun. The easiest place to start is with a mash up of two exisiting words which combined make a new (and hopefully amusing) meaning.

Here's a couple I came up with this morning:
Perfucopia
N. Perf-you-kopia
The olfactory experience derived from 6 secretaries in one very small elevator.

Phillatio
N. Fill-ay-shee-o
The act of stamp licking.

Anyone care to play?

Rare


Russian book, found on the street. Newtown, Sydney, 2004.

I'm a bit late posting this, and just barely scrape in on the deadline, but last Friday's Photo Friday theme is Rare. I found this book sitting against a tree in my street, about 4 doors up from my house, one day. It sat there for a couple of days, and just as I was contemplating taking it someone else beat me to it. I'm not sure what this book is, but I thought it was a pretty rare find for an inner city Sydney street.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

My Dog Was Facing Downwards, Kind Of

I started yoga classes Monday a week ago, and I have to admit I'm loving it. Loosely clad hipsters with yoga mat carriers slung over their shoulders are as common as piercings now in my neighbourhood, which kind of put me off a bit. I don't want to ruin my rep as always being years behind the trends.

My teetotal & vegetarian ways, combined with this new interest in yoga, prompted one friend to ask "Are you a lesbian?". Er, no. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

Last Monday we worked in pairs and spent a lot of time getting this position right. I, of course, made a bee-line for one of the cuties in the class and spent an inordinate amount of time make sure his hips were nice and high and well aligned.

I'm a giver, people.

Monday, June 06, 2005

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

Things I planned to do this past weekend:
  • Make the house 'new flatmate appealling' by having a major-league spring* clean/tidy of the house and backyard; I'm talking clean-the-tops-of-bookcases, wipe-down-skirtingboards, de-cobweb, trim-the-out-of-control ficus, pull-up-all-the-weeds type thing.
  • Sign-up with a flatmate hunting service, such as Share Space.
  • Watch a few of the DVDs I borrowed from my ex.
  • Go see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith on Saturday Night.

Things I actually acheived this past weekend:
  • Somewhere around 40% of the planned cleaning and 0% of the garden tidying.
  • Go see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (Not bad, but please give Padme something to do, anything.)
  • Watch; 13 episodes + 2hr pilot of Firefly, the movies Rules of Attraction (with and without commentaries), Mystery Men and Yossi & Jagger.

Productive? Errr, not so much.

* Even though its Autumn

Friday, June 03, 2005

"The Other Andrew Is... Hugely Entertaining... The Best Thing On The Internets!"

Gelf Magazine uncovers the truth about the movie blurb racket. Misquotes, statements taken out of context so as to change the meaning, fictional reviewers - all in a day's work in that business we call 'show'.

[Link via Kottke.org]

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Modernisme

There is nothing like cleaning and re-arranging the house to make me want to live somewhere sleek, modern and new. So with this spirit in mind, here's some Tuesday linkage:
  • MoCo Loco: Modern Contemporary Design web magazine, full of drool-worthy pictures.
  • Ever wanted to live in a small, modern home like Max wants to? Not all their homes are modernist in style, but Royal Homes of Canada make some very cool looking prefabricated homes. Check out their blog which promotes their more modern designs, but also includes links to the work of other designers and architects.
  • Eco-friendly modern design is the subject at Treehugger.
  • Alway's wanted to live in a penthouse? England's First Penthouse will source a location and pre-fabricate your dream penthouse (but the cost is pretty steep).
  • Given a secluded piece of land and a megabucks budget, I would love to live in a home by like the ones designed by Fearon Hay.

Things Are Looking Up

After nearly three weeks of being sick it is nice to be able to post a more positive entry about being on the mend. Although, I skipped going to my night class last night as I was wiped out from my first day back at work, after being off sick for much of last week. I still don't feel 100%, but the coughing is subsiding and I'm no longer running periodic fevers and all that good stuff, and would probably say I feel around 80% better.

I'm starting yoga tonight, and although I wish I had another week before starting the classes, being the first night of a beginners course it probably won't be too strenuous. The rest of the week should be pretty laid back, a few more quiet nights in and then there is a 'thank you' party at the Buddhist centre on Friday night for the people who have helped volunteer at the big functions we have had recently. So far I've deliberately kept this weekend pretty much free too. My old flatmate should be fully moved out by Saturday, so I guess major housework will be on the agenda to ensure the house is ready to start being shown to potential new flatmates.

I've been pretty slack about keeping in touch with friends these past few weeks while I have been sick, a situation that hasn't been helped by losing my mobile phone. So it would probably be a good idea to fit a couple of social calls, even if just to say "see, not dead after all!".

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Kindness

I was lounging in bed this morning when I heard a knock at the door. So I threw on some clothes and went to answer it, expecting it to be a friend of my flatmate's come to help him start to move house.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a friend from the Buddhist centre, who is also a student of the course I am doing, standing there with her boyfriend, a take-away coffee for me and some get-better-soon chocolate. As it turns out because I had combined getting sick with missing some of the course and losing my mobile phone (thereby dropping out of contact) my friends at the centre were worried that things weren't ok. We chatted briefly, and I felt bad about not asking them in, but the house was 2+ weeks of non-housework messy and I was headed back to bed.

I've been smiling about the kindness of the gesture all day since. You know, this is the stuff that really matters, don't you think? Keeping someone in your thoughts, taking a bit of time to see if someone is ok, doing something to make someone's day a little brighter. So thanks Tash & Phil, for such a sweet gesture and for giving me a little reminder about thinking of others.

Symbol


Paving stone artwork. Newtown Square, Sydney, 2005.

The theme for Photo Friday this week is Symbol. Outside the Newtown Square community centre, just up the street from my house, there is a large number of public art installations and works that have been done as community art projects. This paving stone is one of my favourites.

Friday, May 27, 2005

A Yearning For Kerning

I'm a fan of the tv show Lost, for quite a number of reasons (and only a dozen or so of those being to do with Matthew Fox, Josh Holloway and Ian Somerhalder), but I must come clean about something that irks me every week.

The title sequence letters.


"Lost" opening title

I quite like the style of it, and I get what they are going for, but the spacing of the letters bothers me. "Er, what?", you say. You see I love typography, and I'm a bit of a font nerd. In the world of typography there is a thing called kerning, which is basically to do with the spacing between letters, and manually adjusting it so that the visual impression is of equal space between the letters. You basically tuck some letters in closer together because the shape of the letters makes them look further apart. See above how the S & T seem further apart?

Ok, I understand that there is also foreshortening involved in this case, that they may be trying to emphasise the angle of the letters receding into the distance. It still looks off to me, the angle is not that strong that after all.

Anyway, I'm aware that I'm possibly the only person bugged by this. So, as you were.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

...Such A 'Happy Place' In Fact, That Here's A Kitten Pic


[Kitten pic courtesy of www.freefoto.com]

Awwww.

Going To My 'Happy Place' Now

Well, a little less ranty now. I got sent home from work on account of sounding consumptive and all, so I fled and took myself off to another doctor for a second opinion. Turns out I had a high fever and I don't have congestion in my lungs as per my previous diagnosis, but I do have a wicked infection of the tops of my lungs and trachea. So new drugs, and hopefully a speedy recovery and a better attitude.

:-)

See, if I can type smiley things must be looking up!

Un-Friggin-Believable

Oh crap-crappity-crap-crap.

I don't like to dump on other people about my problems, but I feel the need for a quick rant. So' if you don't like people having a good unload, then you should probably leave now and check back later. Go on, save yourselves.

(start whine)

I've been struggling along with a chest infection for a couple of weeks now, using up all the sick leave (and then some) that I haven't technically earned yet at this new job, and to my joy it's getting worse. The wierd thing about some chest infections is that you can actually get them without having all the classic 'cold' symptoms of a stuffy head, runny nose etc. Which is the case with this bout I have had.

So the past couple of days I have started to get a cold. Unbelievable. Stuffy head, sore throat, the whole box and dice. I was so wiped last night that, although I had a pretty restless night of sleep, I still slept for about 9 and a half hours. Of course this cold just means that the chest infection I have has turned around and joined in for the ride. Goddam opportunist.

Hey, while I'm having a really good complain I might as well talk about the fact that my flatmate is moving out having given me the absolute bare minimum of notice. Yup, if there was ever a time I felt less like dealing with trying to find a new flatmate it would be right now, not to mention the financial strain of maybe paying the rent until I find someone new, plus refunding him the rent in advance which he paid and I have already deposited into the landlord's account. Sigh. I kind of hate dealing with this sort of stuff at the best of times, but this is just not a good time. It also means making sure the house is not just 'regular clean' but 'inspection clean' too. First impressions count people.

So, let's also have a little chat about when technology goes awry. I already posted about losing my mobile phone, so I'll save the rant about that, except to say that the expense of getting a new one is now off the agenda. I already posted about my PC and its new 'no red' monitor policy, but now the CD Rom drive in my PC seems to be erratic. I bought a Sims game the other day, and the CD to install it wouldn't work. I've since tried other CDs, and patchy success. Fabulous!

So that's where I'm at today. Sick, frustrated and a tad pissed off.

Wasn't that a fun post? Check back later when there may be haikus, kitten pictures or other jolly japes.

(/end whine)

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Television Ate My Brain, Again

Given that I've been a tad poorly of late, I've been welded to the couch in front of the tv a little more than usual. Like Homer, my sofa now has an ass-shaped groove.

Some highs/lows of the last couple of days:
  • Of course there was Eurovision in all it's tackiness glory.
  • I had high hopes for the handling of the Desperate Housewives boy-on-boy kiss in last night's episode, but it was a bit 'meh'. Of course it's hard to get excited about having The Gays on Wisteria Lane when Andrew Van Der Kamp is such a turd of a character, even if his liplocking buddy Justin is quite the cuteness.
  • Damn those Celebrity Circus people and their seductive whiles, I started watching one episode innocently enough and the next thing you know I'm only borderline apathetic. Oh, and Outback Jack's real name isn't Jack! Shocking! I guess they tested Outback Vadim and for some reason it didn't fly. Huh.
  • Oh, and when Cameron Daddo finally conquered his fear of heights by walking the tightrope, then burst into tears. Major. Ah, bless.
  • I can't even bring myself to watch Big Brother anymore, it is officially dead to me. Where is the mix up of ages, sexualities, life experiences? Instead we get a bunch of twentysomething Sharons & Darrens. Ugh. Once I realised I wanted to haul off and smack every single one of them, it's time to go TOA.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Eurovision

So, Eurovision is over for another year. I didn't get to watch the the entire broadcast as a) my tv reception for the channel it is shown on goes from unpredictable to bad, b) still having bronchitis, I split early for bed and c) I was home alone, and so what's the fun in watching Eurovision without having someone to hear your scathing remarks? I visited some friends on Friday night and we sat down as a group to watch the second elimination round, which was almost as entertaining.

Some highlights for me:
  • General consensus when Ireland stepped out on stage and we copped a look at Joe of 'Donna & Joe'... somewhere a chatroom is missing a geek.
  • We actually grabbed an atlas to find out where the heck were Andorra (apparently not Endora) and Moldova (apparently not Moldavia, where people find themselves 'jumping the shark' as part of a massacre on their wedding day).
  • Slovenia, kind of cute in a Euro-punk-slacker way but with a fairly forgettable song (Voice Of Reason: aren't they all a bit forgettable?)
  • Latvia, dull pair of Bel Ami* boys
  • Bosnia Herzegovina, old school. A little bit incomprehensible, a little bit like recycled Eurovision winners from the past 20 years, a bit of iffy fashion and lots of peroxide.

Now that's Eurovision!

*Bel Ami is a purveyor of, shall we say 'all male erotica', specialising in fresh faced Euro boys (18+ of course) - don't ask me how I know this.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Green


Dharug National Park, New South Wales. April, 2005.

This week's Photo Friday challenge is Green.

I took this pic of the re-growth on a bushfire ravaged tree one cold and rainy morning at the Wat Buddha Dhamma Centre, while I was on my 8 day meditation retreat. I loved the colours, and fact that the tree was exerting its survival so vibrantly.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Well I Shall Pick Up My Lung, And Go Then

After having been home sick most of this week with bronchitis, I rolled up at my new job this morning (Hi there, remember me?) only to be back out the door on my way home within the hour. I have a history of bronchitis as a child, and whenever I get it as an adult (thankfully not very often) I have a cough that is part consumptive and part Irish Wolfhound. Soooo, with a look in their eyes which was about 40% concern and 60% fear they bundled me back out the door. Actually they were very sweet, even asking if I had someone at home to look after me.

Actually no, but thanks for rubbing my face in that, bitches.*

* Of course, I kid. I was very touched that they thought of asking.

Happy Birthday!


[Cake pic courtesy of www.freeimages.co.uk]

This blog is one year old today. One. Year. Wow, that time has flown fast.

This blog has been lots of fun so far, and I have no plans to step away from it anytime soon. So you'll get no hand wringing and forehead clutching here. Sure I go through moments of doubt; is it interesting?, have I found a consistent 'voice'?, why don't more people visit or comment?... blah de blah. Those are only moments though. I really admire bloggers that have a distinct style or voice in their blogs, but frankly I'm happiest just posting any old crap that jumps to mind or takes my interest.

I started this blog on a whim and too much sugar on 20th May 2004. Day two of my blog my ex-boyfriend Mikey left a comment from Hong Kong (after I gave him the url). My next comment however wasn't until four months later when I got a comment from an anonymous poster and then one from this nice lady on the same post. One day the sister of a friend left a comment out of the blue, which was a pleasant surprise (and a reminder anyone could read this thing).

I gained a bit of momentum, started getting more readers, and when I put a site meter on here early this year discovered that I was indeed getting a reasonable number of readers. I was actually quite pleasantly surprised. Discovering how to post pictures was a revelation, and then fooling around with the blogger template led to such 21st century technologies as sidebar 'links'. Go me!

The past year has seen some fairly big changes. I went from starting to dip my toe into getting more seriously involved in Buddhism, to studying more seriously, getting more involved in the centre and now doing lots of volunteering and running the bookshop. I quit drinking alcohol and gave up meat, both of which I feel better for. I quit the job that I was unhappy in, stepped outside that comfort zone and found that my skills were not only appreciated out there but also quite lucratively marketable. I made some new friends, discovered that small children were not as scary as I had convinced myself they were, and grew increasingly comfortable with being single. Some of the changes were rough at the time, but in hindsight a pretty good year of forward momentum.

So, have a great day. Thanks for visiting, reading and commenting where you feel like it. Drop in anytime, you're always welcome.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

May 18: Man On Man Action Day

Over at Towleroad Andy's theme du jour for May 18th is Liplocking Celebrities. First it's an inter-Jedi smooch and then everyone's favourite rockstar hobbit decides to plant one on.

C'mon over here and pucker up boys.

Still Life, With Drag Queen


Myself and Glen at Polly's Follies, 2003.

I was trawling through some old pics this morning and came across this one from 2003. This picture always makes me smile. It was taken at a dance called Polly's Follies and the crazed looking drag on the right is a dear friend Glen. Out of drag Glen is quite the hotness, if you like them muscly and hung that is...

I look like some sort of xerox copy on 80% of a regular sized person in this picture, especially beside the Great Wall Of Drag Queen that is Glen. Let's just call it petite and leave it at that.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Strange Days

Hi, this is your bronchitis speaking...

Urgh. Today has been a really strange day. A day of feeling physically and emotionally flat, frustrated, listless, bored... I guess melancholic wouldn't be too far off the mark. Hey, but I summoned up the strength of will to shower. That's a good thing, right?

Some randomness about today, heavy on the whinge:
  • Earlier my computer monitor did a weird screen wobble thing (as it does every now and then) and now I have no red. NO. RED. [sigh] So everything is dingy grey greeny blues where before they were almost rosy coloured. Suddenly porn most of my favourite websites have become less apealling.
  • I think I have lost my mobile phone, I can't find it anywhere and suspect it might have fallen out of my jacket pocket. To add insult to injury, the phone company bitches just sent me a bill.
  • Of course, my bedroom is such a pigsty at the moment it could be in here somewhere and I probably wouldn't know it. (The last time I know I had it was when I was at the movies, and I turned it off. So I can't even do the 'ring myself to find it' trick.) No phone = no phone numbers. I don't have an address book.
  • I've just spent the past few hours on Queer Filter finding new blogs to read, and suspecting that everyone is a better blogger than me.
  • I suspect I'm having a fat attack.
  • Curiously, I'm feeling oddly horny. Maybe I'm becoming a sexed up depressive 'bear'?

    Gah. Don't adjust your set, we will soon resume normal programming.
  • Journalalia

    I've been thinking a bit about online journals just recently. I don't mean blogs, but true journals. Places where people disect the minutae of the day, post about their thoughts and feelings, and so on. Now I know there is quite a bit of a cross over these days with blogs, some are heavy on links and light on personal thoughts, for others the reverse is true, and sometimes the mix is... well... mixed.

    In particular I was reminiscing about the online journals I started reading ages ago (last century in fact - doesn't that sound cool?). Pre blogs, pre Moveable Type & Blogger, back when most of the sites were scratch written in simple html.

    These early journalers are what primarily got me interested in one day sharing my own thoughts in some sort of format. Most of the ones I was addicted to are long gone now; Esperanca at Hope Wavers, Viv at First Person Particular, Anna at Lucidity, Spinny at Lemon Rind... all gone. Some of these guys I really miss. Hope Wavers was an entertaining look at the life of a twenty something girl living in the United Arab Emirates, Viv wrote long and beautiful entries about everything in her life, Anna was a Sydney local who I once passed on the street but was too shy to speak to... They all had unique voices and points of view which I miss.

    Of the early ones I read in '98/'99 when I first started to read online journals, I think The Mighty Kymm and Beth at Bad Hair Days might be the only ones to still keep it going. Stee at Plaintive Wail has made a come-back after some years of hiatus, but in a more traditional blog format. I also just discovered Patrick Cleary (of Inside and then Are You Happy Now?) has a new journal. He was one the earliest journals I ever read, and certainly the first onling journal by a gay man.

    So it is nice to see that some of the guys who sparked my initial interest in online journals are back, maybe if I search hard enough for the others I might find that they've returned to the fold too. Here's hoping.

    [It would seem that even Barbie has gotten in on the act.]

    Tuesday, May 17, 2005

    Pity Me


    [Pills pic courtesy of www.freeimages.co.uk]

    I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick.

    That is all.

    Monday, May 16, 2005

    Sad Face!

    Maybe it's too much cough medicine, maybe it's lack of oxygen from the coughing fit I just had... but whatever it is, I found this picture on Popjustice absolutely hysterical.

    What, you were expecting blog content?

    Wanderlust

    wan·der·lust (n.)

    A very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.
    --------------------------------------------------------------------
    [German : wandern, to wander (from Middle High German) + Lust, desire (from Middle High German, from Old High German..]


    Today I am struck with a dose of Monday-itis and a set of itchy feet that wish to be somewhere else. In the spirit of up-up-and-away, here are some links for the deskbound traveller:

  • A fab collection of vintage airline carry-on bags at Airline Bag Lounge, collected by Troy Litten author of Wanderlust.
  • Troy has captured some wonderful images on his most recent adventures in Morocco, a place I have always wanted to visit.
  • A site I discovered last year, and have been obsessed with ever since, Airline Meals. Primarily a site about (oddly enough) airline meals, and yet so much more than that with its traveller supplied photos and reviews, glimpses into behind the scenes and links to somewhat obscure airlines (such as Yangon Air of Myanmar, Burma).
  • His trip is long since over, but Mike Pugh's online round-the-world travelogue Vagabonding is still a fascinating read. He followed this route and blogged the experience, quite an achievement. I started reading his adventures when he was in the final phase of the trip, and was enthralled.
  • I love this collection of aircraft tail livery photos at Airliners.Net "The Wings Of The Web".
  • Cliff Muskiet, a KLM flight attendant, is also the owner of a huge collection of Stewardess Uniforms. Errr, why?

    Bon Voyage!
  • Saturday, May 14, 2005

    Woot!

    Wow, I just noticed that at the time of writing this my hit stats counter was just a couple of hits off 2,000. I only added the counter early this year, and frankly I'm amazed anyone but me reads this thing. Thanks to everyone who visits and stops to read a little or a lot, I really do appreciate it.

    Oh, and if you happen to be person number 2,000 why not leave me a message and let me know who you are? There's no prize, but a little bundle of love and gratitude for you.

    The Final Frontier

    The theme for Photo Friday this week is Space.


    Mural, abandoned Police & Youth Club building. Erskineville, Sydney. October, 2004.

    What else but Star Trek turned on a generation to the possibilities of space travel? For me, Star Trek (and perhaps 2001: A Space Odyssey) were the oxygen that helped fan the flames of a teenage obsession with space.

    Tuesday, May 10, 2005

    Bend & Stretch

    After having done a long 8 day retreat, and a couple of smaller bouts of sitting on a meditation cushion for hours on end, I have decided to take my sorry old inflexible ass off to yoga. Does anyone have any recommendations? I'm thinking Samadhi Bliss Yoga looks good. I've heard good reports and it's just around the corner from my house.

    Of course, I could always try and find out if these guys have a centre in Newtown. [Warning, this link is Not Safe For Work!!]

    Disappointment


    [Original teddy bear pic courtesy of www.freefoto.com.]

    Thursday, May 05, 2005

    Retreat, and Surrender

    As I've mentioned in this post and this post, I recently went on an 8 day meditation retreat at the Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre in the Dharug National Park, a couple of hours outside of Sydney. The retreat was a silent 8 day Vipassana retreat, led by a reknown Buddhist meditation teacher Venerable Antonio Satta.

    This was my first experience with a retreat lasting longer than a couple of days, and certainly my first retreat with a serious schedule of meditation. Up at 5.30 am, onto the cushion by 6.00 and finishing at around 8.30 or 9.00 pm. Of the roughly 15 hour day, around 8 hours of that was spent in actual meditation. The remainder was breaks or time allowed for writing in our meditation journals.


    The Sala (meditation hall) at Wat Buddha Dhamma. Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    This building, the Sala (or meditation hall, what we refer to as a Gompa) was really beautiful and where we spent most of the time. The curving and peaked roof, carved doors and curving interior beams led it a real Asian flavour. All the windows in the Sala were screened but not glazed, and fitted with a clever wooden shutters system that could be closed in bad weather or cold. Being fitted with so many open windows, it was almost like being inside a screened porch, and the sounds and smells of the bush became part of the experience of being inside the building.


    The Sala garden. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    Around the Sala was a raked Zen style garden, complete with dry 'creek bed' and native grasses.


    The far side of the Sala, with raked gravel garden. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.


    My spot. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    From my spot inside the Sala, seated facing outwards through the narrow vertical windows, I had a slim view of the raked garden and the sandstone retaining wall. It was wonderful to observe the light change from the dark grey of pre-dawn, through to full light, and then through lengthening shadows back to dark again.

    During the retreat we did a variety of meditation practices, such as 'walking meditation' and analytical meditations on specific topics (such as compassion), but the primary focus of the retreat was Vipassana, or 'insight' meditation, a technique designed to create mindfullness. The aim is to switch off the commenting, judging, chattering mind and to simply observe with 'bare attention'. Starting with observing external phenomena, such as sounds, then bringing the attention to the breath and to your mind states, you work towards always being mindfull of the transient mind states and emotions as they arise.

    Stopping the chattering mind, for me that was hard. I had some great experiences of clarity during the retreat, lots of other times where it was hard slog, other times where I was struggling to stay awake, but all of these were a valuable part of the experience. The trick is to just watch what is going on inside, without labellingit, judging it etc.


    Bronze bells, on the hillside above the Sala. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    The point of the silence, and of limiting distractions such as reading, was to help to encourage this observant mind state. One of the few words I uttered during the 8 days of trying to keep total silence was "Ouch!". I was sitting on the bench seats around the perimeter of the pagoda type structure which housed the two bronze bells shown above, writing in my meditation journal, when I stood up... and rang the smaller of the two bells with my head.


    Stupa, on the hillside overlooking the Sala. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.


    Stupa top. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    The surroundings of the retreat centre were beautiful and the owners had capitalised on this by leaving as much of the bushland as possible untouched. Hidden in amongst the trees were wonderful suprises such as this stupa, above.


    The Road Less Travelled (which we travelled a lot). Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    I grew to love the 10-15 minute walk to and from the Sala each day. Most days we did this walk anywhere up to 10 times (in one direction or the other) as we went to and from the kitchen for meals and breaks. The first and last walks of the day were always in darkness, and walking through the darkened bush was not scary at all. (I wouldn't have surprised myself if I had gotten a whole Blair Witch scenario going in my imagination.) I guess because we were practising mindfullness, and therefore trying to really observe everything in detail, my normally intense imagination was switched off. Mornings and evenings were excellent times to encounter wildlife too, and during the retreat I saw two large goannas, a huge wombat and a couple of either small kangaroos or wallabies.


    Shrine, on the road to the Sala. Wat Buddha Dhamma, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    This little shrine I dubbed to myself as The Shrine At The Culvert (also known as Half Way There.)

    I gained a lot from the retreat, and it was a wonderful and challenging experience. It was an excercise in emotional highs and lows, fatigue and exhilaration, hope and despair, boredom and fascination... all the emotions we all go through, but heightened and being brought to centre stage. Ven. Antonio was a brilliant teacher, kind but strong and constantly challenging us to really think things through. We had wonderful teachings on a variety of subjects, which curiously always seemed to be exactly what I needed to hear on any given day to give me the kick in the pants I needed.

    From a teaching on compassion for oneself, my favourite quote was:
    "The best hug one can give, is the hug one gives oneself. ...The hug one gives oneself is called Acceptance."
    Ven. Antonio Satta

    I'll leave you with that thought.

    Abandonment Issues

    This abandoned Japanese tree top Lounge Bar could easily pass for something from a post-apocalypse movie set. ...and, cue zombies!

    [Scroll down towards the bottom of the page for the best pics. Link via things magazine.]

    In a similar vein, there was an abandoned Thai restaurant on busy Parramatta Road near where I live, which used to fascinate me. The tables were set with cutlery, folded napkins and tablecloths, the bar was stocked with bottles, all of which was covered in a thick layer of dust. (I say 'was' because it looks like after years of being abandoned the building has finally been leased by someone else and cleared up.)

    I always wondered did they a) know they were closing down, but thought 'well, we might as well keep our standards up and set these tables!' or b) something tragic happened and all the staff disappeared without a trace. I'm sure the truth of the matter is more like the owner just told everyone at the end of the night not to bother coming in the next day, but you would think they would at least go back and sell off all the items that were salvageable.

    Am I the only person that ever thinks about this stuff? What is my fascination with abandoned buildings?

    Wednesday, May 04, 2005

    Fancy

    The theme at Photo Friday this week is Fancy. So I thought I'd enter these two pics of one of the two carved wooden doors leading into the Sala (meditation hall) at the Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, where I recently did an 8 day meditation retreat.

    [A full entry about the retreat is to come, but in the meantime there are pics and descriptions of the beautiful bushland setting here.]


    Sala door, with images of a stupa and the wheel representing the cyclical nature of rebirth. Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.


    Sala door, with images of a lotus and someone meditating. Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    These doors were large and heavy, but beautifully balanced so that they were not a chore to push open. They gave an appropriate sense of 'occasion' on entering the hall. You can't see them in these photos, but the handles were tree branches that had been polished and lacquered but were otherise left pretty much natural.

    Beautiful and, I thought, very fancy.

    Going Bush

    The meditation retreat I went on recently was held at the Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre in the middle of the Dharug National Park at Wisemans Ferry, a couple of hours drive from Sydney. The centre has an interesting history, which includes the purchase of the virgin bushland site before the area around it was declared a National Park. As a result, the centre has been built in beautiful bushland, and the owners not only operate along environmentally friendly lines but have also minimised the amount of clearing done in order to operate the centre.

    While I was on retreat, and during the numerous 15 minute walking trips we took to and from the meditation hall (or Sala as the group call it) each day, I was struck by the beauty of the bush setting. Before the retreat started, and after it finished, I took lots of photos to remember just how beautiful it was. I snuck in a couple of pics during the retreat itself, which was not strictly in the spirit of retreat. I figured it wasn't breaking the rules too much though, as the type of retreat we were undertaking was a form of observational meditiation called Vipassana. I was observing, right?


    Bushland colours. Bright orange funghi on dead wood, morning dew on a eucalypt sapling and crimson tones of a fallen gum leaf. Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    The 8 day retreat was conducted in total silence, with the exception of question time at the end of each day, and we were also asked to refrain from distractions such as reading or communicating in non-verbal ways. The point of this was to focus the mind on the matter at hand, and also by restricting the senses and minimising distractions to sharpen the attention and allow for greater focus. What I found interesting was the way that this, combined with long hours in meditation, heightened my other senses and I became fascinated with colours, textures, smells and sounds.


    Mountain Devil (lambertia formosa). Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    Details of flowers, early morning dew on leaves and cobwebs, the many types and colours of funghi... all became a rich part of the daily experience. At night I spent time looking at the huge dark sky filled with an amazing quantity of bright stars and at the waxing moon.


    Misty dawn. Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    Mornings were wonderful. Rising at 5.30 (that's not the wonderful part) we started the day with a walk through the bush in darkness to be at the meditation hall for the first session at 6.00 am. Around 7.00 we walked back through the bush in the early morning light for breakfast. Some mornings (like the one above and below) were cold and misty, making the bush look translucent.

    Note the flower spike to the left of the photo above, and there are more in the picture below. These amazing native plants are called Gymea Lillies. Unfortunately the flowering season was over, so the huge flower heads were no longer bright red but instead were black and covered in large open seed pods. Despite this they were still amazing to look at. The flower on the left of the picture above was close to 30' tall (even though most sources say they only grow to about 20'), and the whole area was covered in them.


    Silver, grey and green of a bush morning. Wat Buddha Dhamma retreat centre, Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales. April, 2005.

    I'll write about the retreat in more detail, but I wanted to share some of the beauty of the setting with you guys in the meantime. It's because I care.

    Tuesday, May 03, 2005

    Put Your Thinking Caps On

    On Friday May 20th this blog will celebrate its first birthday. (Note the adorable way I speak about it in the third person, as if I had nothing to do with it? Well I ask you, quite frankly, wouldn't you distance yourself from it?)

    Soooo, I'm asking for suggestions on what I should do to celebrate the occasion. Keep in mind that I don't have enough time to get a) a tan and b) lose about 6 kilos, so no suggestions involving baby oil and public nekkidity will be considered. All of you are above that sort of thing, natch.

    Should I:
  • Write something interesting? (Please.) Oh, maybe only in haiku's!?
  • Pretend I only speak Esperanto?
  • Set up a webcam and take blurry, arty, self indulgent pics of myself (and maybe my cat, if I had one) and then blog endlessly about how the internet has stolen my life?
  • Every time somebody speaks to me, scrunch up my face and answer only in a Pee Wee Herman voice?

    OK, so see how I'm struggling here? I need your creative input. In the old days I would have added get all liquored up and make inappropriate sexual advances at strangers, but as you all know I have eschewed that sort of behaviour.
  • Monday, May 02, 2005

    I Am Dubious About Anyone Who Describes Themselves As 'Elite'

    It seems that getting up a good of head of hate on Ikea is more common than I thought it was. To quote this website:
    We are the Elite Designers. We design profound and beautiful furniture for those with wealth and taste. Which is why IKEA makes us furious, livid and angry. Do their designs live, breathe and growl? Are they born from tears of pain? Do they gently touch the bottom of the human soul? Pah! Of course not, no more than weeds can attract a bee. The big blue place is odious, its affordable design is sickeningly shallow and we loathe it even more than we loathe football. Please join us in our unqualified hatred.

    Jeezalou, put down the cough syrup and get a grip on yourself. Who knew that it was the role of a side table to 'touch the bottom of the human soul'?

    [Oh, and by the way I suspect the entire thing might just be somewhat tongue in cheek. I sure as hell hope so.]

    Do You Think He Blogs Wearing A Safari Suit*?

    I'm in love with the vintage visual ephemera at the One Man Safari blog. I'm especially fond of the Kellogg's Space Cadet and other vintage sci-fi images, and the pics from when UFO's were only known as flying saucers.

    Where he finds all this stuff I do not know, but I'm in awe.

    * A reference to the great Aussie sartorial pinnacle that is the Safari Suit.

    Weekend Haikus

    In lieu of a boring old recap of the events of the past hectic weekend, here's a few weekend recap haikus to bring your enthusiasm for this blog crashing down around your ankles.

    Saturday Haikus:

    "Volunteering at the Buddhist Centre Bookshop"
    Oh, big stack of books
    You taunt me and my price tags,
    pen, and aching hand!

    "As Out Of Place As A Sober Vegetarian At A Barbecue"
    Karen's barbecue
    I played with her dogs all night
    and loved the deaf one

    Mmm, fried halloumi
    I soberly ate my cheese
    Whilst carnivores drank

    Sunday Haikus:

    "Renate's Party in the Mountains"
    Sunday morning drive
    With Benita and Dayna
    To the Blue Mountains

    Scones with jam and cream
    In a cafe on the way
    Taste like my Gran made

    Celebrate today
    Renate was East German
    Now ist ein Aussie!

    Friday, April 29, 2005

    Worship At The Shrine Of Ikea

    Hey Bodhi, this one's for you. :-)

    [For the back story, check out Bodhi's Ikea tirade here.]

    Deja Whatsit

    I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something about this blog and even this blog that seems oddly familiar to me...

    Thursday, April 28, 2005

    Good Things, Small Packages - You Get The Idea.

    I live in quite a small little cottage, but some of the teeny tiny apartments in the Smallest, Coolest Apartment Contest over at Apartment Therapy have to be seen to be believed. A list of all the apartment entries is here, and as of writing this there were 30 in the contest.

    Not surprisingly, shopping at Ikea seems to be a prerequisite for most apartment dwellers. You know, not that I have the Ikea catalogue memorised or anything...

    Wednesday, April 27, 2005

    Ji Wallace. Medallist, Hottie, Queer.

    Australian Olympic trampoline silver medalist [on the right, in the photo] at Sydney 2000 (and gold medal cutie pie) Ji Wallace has come out as gay. To his credit, he stated that he had always been comfortable with his sexuality and that it really wasn't that big a deal. How wonderful, and if only one young person sees him saying 'this is who I am and it isn't a bad thing' then he has done a very good thing in my opinion.

    I do understand that there is PR exercise in all this too, in getting his name back into the papers at a time when he is seeking sponsorship. However, that in and of itself is positive in that he doesn't particulary see this as a handicap to sponsorship.

    I remember watching his performance at the Sydney Olympics and being impressed with his performance as well as having lust in my heart for his trim, compact cuteness, and thinking 'you know, I think he might be'. Now if only other certain Australian Olympic athletes would do the same...

    Tuesday, April 26, 2005

    My Return

    Hey y'all, I'm back.

    I just had the singularly hardest and most rewarding experience of my life. It was incredible. On top of the meditation experience the venue was also absolutely beautiful. Deep inside native bushland on the border of one of the National Parks, where the only sounds were nature and the very occasional distant airplane. Coming back to the city with all senses heightened and raw from a week of deep and intensive meditation was a jangling experience. It has taken a little while to settle back in and get my head around everyday matters like the new job I started today.

    I'll post a proper write-up of the week sometime in the next few days, at the moment I'm still processing the experience and going through the bucket load of photos I took before and after the actual retreat part of the week. I also have to resolve my computer 'issues', but hopefully that'll happen in the next few days.

    Friday, April 15, 2005

    The Big Long Think

    Well I'm off in the morning on my 8 day meditation retreat. 8 days of mindfullness at a retreat hermitage in a beautifull bushland setting. I'm really looking forward to it, especially to what it might mean in terms of strenghtening and deepening my meditation practice.

    Back after the 24th... with posts and links, and everything! Be happy and well until then.

    Stop The War!

    I just bit the bullet and rang the marine construction company to tell them I had accepted the job offer with the share plan advisors and would have to turn down their offer. (See my previous entry) I felt really bad because those guys were so good to me while I was temping with them, and literally offered to have me back and invent a position for me. I really needed to resolve this whole bidding war issue though before I went on retreat this weekend, waaaaay to distracting! It didn't feel right to leave them hanging for an answer either.

    I think I have made the right decision though, in terms of career possibilities, income and working environment I think this current job will be hard to beat. Today we are off to lunch to celebrate my joining the firm, and I can say I am now in 100%.

    How times change. Just 4 months ago I left my old job after months of wanting to leave and not having the courage to just pack it in. I was feeling under appreciated and certainly under paid, and a bit beaten down by the whole experience. So things are on the upswing. I'm not ego-ing out on the whole bidding war thing, but it has given the portion of my self-esteem which relates to work a boost. It's nice to be appreciated.

    Wednesday, April 13, 2005

    Oh My Giddy Aunt!

    Hi internets, sorry you haven't heard from me for a while! Here's a quick recap of the state of play.

    I finished my contract job at the marine construction company (boo!) and went straight into another temp assignment (yay!) for a couple of weeks, only to have the construction company tell me that they want me back for about three months once I have finished this current temp assignment (more yay!). Towards the end of my first week at this new job, they offered me a permanent position (yay!) on a substantial sum of money - about a 33% increase from my temp salary (YAY!!). I rang the construction company and told them I wasn't coming back (boo!) because I had a permanent job offer, but they rang me with a counter offer. Yes folks, I'm the subject of a bidding war.

    Still with me? Good.

    My computer died (BOO!). There is no (Yay!) in this part of the story...

    Two good friends of mine who were married recently are in the process of splitting up (Boo!), and by all accounts he is being a real prick about it (BOO!!). Oh, and as they are my landlords... well who knows what that'll mean in the division of assets (potential boo!).

    On the Buddhism front, I leave this weekend for an 8 day meditiation retreat (yay!) in silence (---!), which I am really looking forward to. Expect a flurry of posts after the 25th, as I have been starved for communication all that time. I resigned my volunteer job as the Buddhist centre care manager as the position of running the bookshop became vacant (yay!). So know I'm ordering like a mad thing so that we have enough books for the big events that are coming up in our calendar over the next few months. But hey, it's shopping, so I'm more than fine with that.

    So, phew. The upshot is that in the near future my ongoing financial stress will ease and I'm really pleased that I have the position at the Buddhist centre that I wanted. Tough times are ahead for my married friends, but we'll see what happens. As to the dead computer, that's in the lap of the gods (and my techie room-mate).

    Monday, April 04, 2005

    Farewell To A Spiritual Teacher

    A disciple with sense should not accept as his spiritual teacher someone who lacks compassion or who is angersome, vicious or arrogant, possessive, undisciplined or boasts of his knowledge.

    (A spiritual teacher should be) stable (in his actions), wise, patient and honest. He should neither conceal his short-comings nor pretend to possess qualities he lacks. He should be an expert in the meanings (of the tantra) and its ritual procedures (of medicine and turning back obstacles). Also he should have loving compassion and a knowledge of the scriptures.

    Excerpt: Fifty Stanzas on the Spiritual Teacher
    Aryashura, 1st Century BC.

    Almost every Monday night since July last year I have been attending my local Buddhist centre to take part in a two year Buddhist studies course. Tonight was the last night of the current module of the course, The Spiritual Teacher. This is a big and important topic in the particular tradition of Tibetan Buddhism I am involved in (and much bigger than any blog post), but tonight as we discussed the importance of the spiritual teacher we also touched on its importance in other faiths, not just in Buddhism.

    A faith other than my own lost an important spiritual teacher this week with the death of Pope John Paul II, a man who was shepherd, guide and spiritual 'father' to millions of people around the world. I am not a Christian and so don't personally follow (or sometimes agree) with his point of view, however I have come to understand the importance he played in the spiritual lives of many millions of Christians. Importantly, especially from a Buddhist perspective, his willingness to show his suffering and to not shy away even from televising images of his body after death (as he requested) should encourage us all to appreciate that we have this the 'human condition' in common.