The Lust List: "So You Think You Can Dance" Edition

Note: We're only in the 2nd week of the competition here, and it's already over and done in the US, so please avoid spoilering the winner in the comments! Thanks.

Dance schmance, the important competition is the who's hot/who's not one, right? OK, actually I do watch it for the dance, but a little bit of pretty never goes astray.

Here are my own idiosincratic rankings.

9th Place: Cedric



Too under the radar for me. Several episodes in and I was all "Cedric? Oh, him."

8th Place: Hok



Hok's ranking is primarily for Crimes Against Hairdressing.

7th Place: Jesus (Not that one, a different one.)



Nice looking guy, and also a great dancer, but suffers a bit from Cedric Syndrome in my opinion. I just haven't really noticed him that much yet.

6th Place: Jimmy



Sweet, quite cute, but doesn't really stand out in the crowd.

5th Place: Dominic



A pocket rocket with a slight Leguizamo-esque air about him. Great ass, as evidenced by the 'disco' routine trousers. Once he dropped the BBoy 'tude and posturing he was much more sweet and likeable.

4th Place: Ricky



Ricky has a slamming bod and is a really great dancer, but I dunno, he has a weird intense energy about him that I find a bit off putting.

3rd Place: Neil



Cute, boy next door. Has a twin brother.

2nd Place: Danny

(First, shoot the photographer - this is a crappy pic to be used as the official pic. It makes him look half asleep.)



Tall, lean, slightly camp sounding Danny is built like a racehorse, all long limbs and finely sculpted torso. Beautiful to watch. (Interesting factoid: he's the adopted brother of last year's little cutie Travis.)

1st Place: [TIE] Kameron & Pasha



Ah, Kameron. Sexy, lovely dancer, seems to (sadly) really like the ladies. Has the kind of moves that make me think dirty, pervy things.



Pasha. This is actually not a very flattering photo, because he looks much sexier on the show. Handsome, lovely soft Russian accent, great dancer and a bit of a goofball. Once he busted out of the Russian Ballroom Dancer mode he suddenly got much, much sexier.

Sadly, Not For Your Ears Only

My office mate, The Loudest Person In The Building has the radio on her desk set to a soft rock/oldies station. Currently it's playing "For Your Eyes Only", the overwrought Bond movie theme by Sheena Easton.

Only for yooooooooouuuuuuu!

Good old Sheena. How she found the time? What with being Queen Of The Jungle and all.

Pamela Dale

I'm totally entranced by the work of artist Pamela Dale, since I saw a profile of her and her work on last weekend's Sunday Arts show. I love her large scale works done solely in blue; hommages to draftsmanship, humour, blue & white porcelain and the natural world. Gorgeous. And some have cheeky Lemurs in them. What's not to love when there are cheeky Lemurs?

French Pheasant, 2003

Call Of The Wild, 2003

I fell in love with her collage works; assemblages of maps, champagne labels, shopping bags, chocolate wrappers and more, all sewn together with red thread into gorgeous representations of clothing and shoes. Sadly I couldn't find any decent pics of them, even on Pamela's own website, but here is a tiny promo pic of her alongside one of these works:



The baroque shoes made from the labels & foil wrappers from champagne bottles and French chocolate wrappers were particularly lush. Apparently she spends a some of her time at parties salvaging discarded champagne bottles. Recycling of the most fabulous kind.

A Kick Up The Jacksie

A smack around the chops. A swift boot to the arse. A ticket to Get Over It City, express.

All the above are what I feel like I need. I've been so tired, sore, lethargic and lacking in motivation for much of this week. Blah de blah. I blame my back and the tail end of my cold for a good chunk of that, but the rest? Eh. You know when you look at yourself in the mirror and think "C'mon now lil' soldier, enough is enough".

I'm off to see the doc about my back tomorrow, worst case scenario is another prolapsed disk. I had one about 6 years ago, that took 6 months of physiotherapy to fix. Some, but not all, of the symptoms are the same - so I'm crossing everything I can, you know? If you feel like doing that too, then it would be mucho appreciado.

I also kind of became indirectly linked to the retrenchment of 3 part-time employees. The new role I'm taking up here at work is part of a restructure that sees the disappearance of 3 part-time admin positions. I'm not saying I'm responsible, but I am working right alongside these 3 people and by being here I've allowed them to make the changes they've wanted to for a while. Yes, the mood is a bit tense.

So, it's been a tough week. I don't know about you guys, but it's kind of easy to focus on the negatives during a week like this. You know? What starts out as being tired, sore and stressed at work ends up being why am I still single?, I feel fat, my living arrangement needs an overhaul, Australian Idol is really, really shit this year...

So. My plan for the rest of the week is to get my back seen to, have a haircut and some blonde highlights on Saturday, maybe go and see Hairspray (or some other piece of puff) and buy that ticket to Get Over It City. One way.

Christmas Gift Idea?

Inspired design, a lung shaped ashtray. Brilliant!

I can think of a few people I should buy this for.

Esther

They called her "Esther, The Crazy Cat Lady".



Until one day the cats suddenly all... left, and Esther had the last laugh.

Occupational Hazard

I just had a phone call with an elderly client of our service here at work, during which she launched into way too much detail about washing her nether regions, as she put it 'when required'.

a) No matter how hard I pretend, I don't think she was referring to the Dutch, b) ewww and c) let's hope the 'requirement' = 'daily'.

Ideas. The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly.

Ideas. Funny old things, ideas.

I've started and trashed a whole bunch of blog entries this morning. You know, some days the muse whispers and other days... ..::crickets::.. ...well, she keeps her own counsel.

Some apropos stencil art from the back streets of Newtown.

Most of the ideas I've had today revolve around a) not working, b) not being single and/or frustrated, c) not being tired, d) not having the tail end of this cold anymore and e) not having my current back pain issue (I'm seeing the doc about it on Friday, earliest appointment I could get). I know, exciting. I also had a brief and promptly banished idea about crushing someone's head between two very large objects, but I choose not to dwell on that one.

Yah, one of those sorts of days so far.

We Got The Beat

Let's round out today's blog offerings, my little celebration of feeling much better and happy, and well, Spring-y, with some tunes. Another installment of my walk down memory lane.

First up, "Obsession" by Animotion. This is one of those songs that I quite liked at the time (early 80s), but has sort of grown on me over the years. Blame nostaglia I guess. Snippets of this are being used on an ad on our tv screens at the moment, which made me think about hunting it down and sharing it. (Oh, and it makes a guest appearance in the gay rom-com "Adam & Steve", as part of a dance sequence with the Dazzle Dancers. )



Secondly, and still trapped firmly in the 80s from the early '90s, "Cruise Control" by New Zealand band The Headless Chickens. I used to love this song! "I've got my tv turned to Channel You", indeed.



Enjoy.

Nicky Epstein

(Is it just me or does Nicky's name make you want to have a Babs moment? "Nicky Epstein, Nicky Epstein!" Just me? Okely dokely then.)



One of the fringe benefits of being off sick on Friday was that I was able to make it into Tapestry Craft in the afternoon to meet knitting writer and designer extraordinaire Nicky Epstein and get a couple of her books signed. The event was organised by my buddy Kris, and was lots of fun. Nicky is very well known in knitting circles and it was kind of nice to discover that she was a warm, friendly person who was both generous with her time and quite modest about her success. In fact she and her husband Howard had no idea just how well known and highly regarded she is in this country!

Nicky demonstrated some techniques, passed around samples, chatted about her books, told some amusing anecdotes and spent quite a bit of time talking to everyone, signing their books and even dishing out little pressies. I bought a couple of books, one for myself and a gift for my friend Judy, and Nicky was so excited to see a genuine Male Knitter that she even gave me a bit of a cuddle. Nice! All in all a really fun afternoon, and even a glass of champagne to boot.

Kris has put up a page about the day on the Tapestry Craft website, and scroll down and you'll see a pic of me (in the purple polo shirt, chewing my bottom lip for some reason) with Nicky getting my books signed. Thanks for organising a fun event Kris!

Now It Really Feels Like Spring

Oh man I love this time of year. Once the Jasmine is in full bloom and the blossoms are all out, well, then it really starts to feel like Spring.



I spent as much of the past weekend as possible out of doors, soaking up the Spring sun and letting it banish the rest of my cold. Sunday was absolutely perfect, brunch with Mikey (the lovely ex) and his equally lovely new boyfriend Evan, then a few beers in the afternoon. Sadly nobody showed up for knitting at the pub later that afternoon, but I had a magazine with me and I kind of enjoyed sitting there for a while just enjoying the warm breeze.



I didn't do a lot on Saturday because I was still feeling full of cold, so I spent most of it hanging around the house or sitting out in my courtyard, although in the mid afternoon I did venture out and go to the Sydney Sity Klickers knitting group at a cafe just down the street. A nice social way to spend a few hours in the afternoon.

The only drawback to this time of year is, as much as I love it, it does seem to herald the end of the Magnolias that bloom in late Winter here. Still, it's a small price to pay.

On The Mend

Noon is as good a time as any to finally rouse oneself from bed, yes? After calling in sick today I spent the rest of the morning dozing, reading my book and flicking through the latest Vogue Knitting magazine in bed. (Ok, not everyone's idea of a good time, but I'm sure there's a bunch of you can relate.) Huh, twenty years ago I would have been buying Honcho or Inches magazines with the glee I now buy knitting magazines, it's a crazy world we live in.

A cup of tea and some wholegrain toast with imported French apricot jam, and the world looks much nicer. I actually feel quite a bit better today, even though my head feels a bit stuffier, probably because the low grade fever and sore throat has gone.

Anyhoo, sick talk blah blah.

The other benefit of being sick today is that I don't have to invent some bogus excuse to cut out of work early. So that I can hie along to the book signing organised by Kris (aka web-goddess) at her work, the yarn and needlecraft store Tapestry Craft this afternoon. Knit guru Nicky Epstein will be in the house!

That's a good enough reason to get out of bed.

Oh I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside

So I cut out of work early today because I was feeling craptastic, feverish and such, and it looks like the seriously sensible thing to do is to give up on attending the Amateur Unisex Strip Contest grand finale tonight too. I know, BOO! Seriously BOO.

So, consolation time. Some of my favourite things are warm weather, cute boys, vintage photos, vintage photos of cute boys, vintage photos of cute boys enjoying warm weather....

Anyway, you get the idea.

Let's start in grand style shall we? YOWSER.


I'm not sure whether I want to climb on top or slide under the bottom. Same old story.


Seafood buffet, and here I am with an empty plate and a fork in my hand.


Doesn't this picture makes you feel like an old, pervy, chicken hawk?


I'm not sure the names of the guys on each end, but the others are (L to R) Lucky Pierre, Lucky Pierre, Lucky Pierre, Lucky Pierre, Lucky Pierre, Lucky Pierre...


I think it's a rudder, or maybe a floatation device?...

Poorly

There is something not quite right about having a terrible, streaming head-cold when it's beautiful Spring/Summer weather outside, you know? I did sit outside in my courtyard a bit in the late afternoon yesterday, but mostly I stayed in bed with a jumbo sized box of tissues and a rambling 1234 page science fiction novel. It could have been a blizzard outside for all I knew. It certainly would have made having a cold feel a little more apropos somehow.

Anyhoo, I'm back in the office today, but I'm not sure how long I'm going to last before that bed calls again. Just thought I'd pop in, spread some germs, and then go again. Nice, right? Giving.

Be Civic Minded, And Do Your Bit For The Environment

A. Remember, if you see trash in the street, pick it up!



B. Save water and have some jolly japes, shower with 'the gang'!

It's Not All Pretty Sailors And Ugly Rooms, You Know

Bleh. Nobody likes to read great big long tirades of whinge (ok, maybe I shouldn't speak for all of you, some of the more emo of you might love tirades of whinge, but me eh, not so much) so I'm just gonna give you the PowerPoint slide bullet-pointed version of my Crappy Tuesday:

• I think I'm getting a cold, I have the scratchy throat and stuffy sinuses that seem to indicate same.
  
• Poor Britney. I can't stop worrying about her.
  
• I've injured my back recently, and the referred pain I started to feel down my right leg is getting past the point where I can assure myself it will Magically Go Away. Magically Go Away is normally my favourite remedy.
  
• The shitty 'helping out' job I've been doing 3 days a week in another department was supposed to be over already, but now it looks like the woman who's spot I've been babysitting is not likely to return to work. I may get stuck doing it until the department restructure is finished and I can take up my new job. NOT HAPPY. Not the least because I have to sit next to the Loudest Person In The Building for those 3 days.
  
• I've only just discovered that John Krasinski is in fact a cutie pie, and I kind of feel like such a lagger, you know?

What Every Home Needs

If you're a fireman. Or a stripper. Or one of those 'fireman' strippers!



From "Home Planning and Design", 1973. More delicious retro decorating zaniness in the Flickr photoset Your Swingin' Pad by Miss Retro Modern. It gets kind of scary.

[Link via things magazine.]

Absentee

Urgh, Monday mornings after a long weekend are just that much harder, you know?

I have to leave shortly to spend three hours in a meeting, which with travel time is going to swallow up more than half of the day. (Just for fun, while I'm there I think I'll imagine I'm in an episode of "The Office".) So I probably won't be around much today, or at least not until late in the day. Have fun.

[Updated: Ok, I'm back. It wasn't too bad as meetings go, even the opening prayer was, well, rather secular in tone. Oh, didn't I tell you? Our organisation opens every meeting with a prayer. On that point, DO NOT get me started, k? Thankfully I wasn't asked to provide it, even though they did ask if anyone had a special one they would like to contribute...

::crickets::

But a more salient point, who holds a meeting until nearly 2pm and doesn't provide lunch? Rude.]

Hello Sailor

Ok, the demi-highbrow bookishness of the last few entries requires an antidote. Heaven forefend that any new readers get the wrong impression that this blog has hidden depths, right?

So yes, I am obsessive about reading and books. I'm also partial to a vintage a sailor or two. Go figure! (You'll go mad looking for a link, there isn't one.)

Strum me like a ukelele sailor, that's an order!
Getting lei'd with these two would be fun, don't you think?

Oh hello. Caution, trouble below decks!

[Speaking of vintage, happy birthday Thombeau!]

The Cull

It's a public holiday here today, but a grey, rainy and slightly dreary one. So I decided this morning to throw on some old clothes and have a big clean, tidy up and most importantly... a cull. I decided to start with the absolute hardest thing I find to get rid of - books.

Over the years I have acquired lots of books, and something like 95% or more of them I would never get rid of. But you know how there are those few? Those poorly judged gifts? The nice cover wrapped around a thoroughly disappointing interior? Well, those books have got to go. Once I start stacking books on top of others in the shelves it's time to either cull or buy more bookshelves, and frankly I'm out of space for more bookshelves (I have 7 already).

So far I've filled a couple of shopping bags, and then it's off to the secondhand bookstore and/or Goodwill in the morning. These books will not be coming home again! Syonara!

Inscribed

[Phew, first real chance to stop and take a breath today. Imagine a day when you have extensive month-end financials to prepare and your printer, computer, brain and enthusiasm all refuse to co-operate. Also, you get called into a meeting that runs for 2 hours. On the upside it's a public holiday tomorrow! Yay, thank you POTUS and the Asia Pacific Leaders! Anyhoo...]

I love old and secondhand books. Love, love, love. I especially love it when there is a name and date, or some sort of identifying comments in a book, but best of all I love an inscription! Turns out I'm not the only one.

I have quite a few old books. Whenever I pick up my wonderful old 1920s 2 volume set of Mallory's "Le Morte D'Arthur" I like to think of Percy, the previous owner, and wonder if he enjoyed it as much as I did. Or wonder if Mabel made many things from the "Anchor Book of Needlework" she first cracked open in 1959. (At least a doily, I'm thinking.)

I have a few close friends that I can rely on to buy me interesting books, come birthdays or Christmas time. And if they haven't already, they usually get handed a pen and instructed to write something in the flyleaf. Not just for me to read, but long after I'm gone maybe someone else will read it and know that I had funny, sweet and kind friends? I hope so.

[Link via things magazine.]

Sweetie, Bring Mommie One Of Her Pills

I'm sitting at my desk. Really, that is the best they should expect from me for at least the next few hours. I wouldn't exactly describe this as a hangover, but it bears some resemblance.

Mikey (the lovely ex) and I had Birthday Dinner #2 last night at "Foveaux" in Surry Hills, which was recently voted Best New Restaurant in Sydney apparently. Chic, small, cozy and delicious. (The restaurant, not me. I'm not that cozy.) The food was stunning, the company superb of course, the service friendly and attentive without being obtrusive. Although, after Mikey mentioned to our waiter that he recognised him from somewhere, our waiter became very friendly and kept touching him on the arm and shoulder any opportunity he got.

He knows who the Daddy is.

Oh, and Unlikely Event #987: while I was standing outside the restaurant waiting for Mikey, in dark shirt, dark pants and long overcoat, a group of 4 Young Things stopped and asked me if they could go right in. Yup, they mistook me for a bouncer/door bitch! If I'd been quicker I would have refused them entry on account of Cheap Shoes, but as it was I blurted something like "Sure! I don't work here!!". Maybe not my best work.

Sock Blockers

Fellow knitters in the house, give me your opinion. Homemade sock blockers made from coat hangers. It looks to me like these could work ok, what do you think?

[Link via Whip Up]

The Neasdon Queen Of Soul

Here is a clip from one of my '80s obsessions, the voice of the beehive, the Nymphet of the Nail Varnish, the Neasdon Queen of Soul herself, Miss Mari Wilson:

"Just What I Always Wanted" by Mari Wilson & The Wilsations on "Top of the Pops", 1983 (I think).



Hey kids, those coloured spinning things at the start of the clip, they're what we old folks refer to as records. Neat huh?

This is the song that kicked off my obsession with Mari, and ecapsulates the early Mari beautifully. The camp, the fun, the nostalgic homage to an era, the joy of pop in a pure form. Mari deserves a much longer entry here but I'm a little pushed for time, so for now have a listen and I hope it whets your appetites. Enjoy!

Celebrate Good Times (C'mon)

Oh man, I had a hoot of a time last night. My friend Judy asked me out for dinner to celebrate my birthday, and we collected her friend Elizabeth along the way to make it a trio. Judy and Elizabeth have been friends for many years, and it was the first time I had met her.

The three of us got along like a house on fire, and they kept me entertained with outrageous stories and anecdotes over dinner (for example, ever wondered what it is like to go on a blind date with a man with no hands?). And you know what? These sorts of stories are just that much funnier when the story teller has a posh English accent. I don't know why, but it's true. A couple of bottles of wine, lots of laughs and some yummy Thai food, and it made for a great night.

Tonight I'm having birthday celebrations dinner Part 2 with Mikey (the lovely ex). 43 ain't so bad after all.

Therapeutic

There are times when keeping a blog, or I guess a journal of any sort, can be usefull. I don't really have a great memory so this almost daily record of thoughts, events and ephemera can be a perfect aid de memoir.

Birthdays always make me introspective. I woke up in a pretty negative mood this morning. All Waah! Woe! Woe, I say! I'm old! Thinking about the past year, and feeling like it was a year where I really didn't achieve much at all. A year of marking time.

But here's the thing. I just had a quick cruise back through a few months of my archives from last year and had to smile. I was reminded of all the fun of the past 12 months, the successes, all the good times that seem to have been briefly forgotten this morning.

As it turns out I've provided myself with a pretty good antidote here. And a part of that, a big part of it, are the comments many of you leave. The funny, the encouraging, the sometimes deliciously crazy and a couple of times even a bit flirty! There's no party without guests, let's face it.

And you're cheaper than therapy. :)

Forty Three Today

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Holy shit.

Ok, that's better.

A City Divided

Wilkommen zu Berlin meine Dammen und Herren!

(Except with one major difference, when I was in Berlin in the late '80s at least you were allowed to take photos of The Wall.)

5 kms of chain link fencing has been erected in Sydney to block off entire sections of the city into 'no go zones'. Sydneysiders are being discouraged from entering the city at all this week. Retailers, restaurants, bars and all sorts of businesses stand to lose thousands in lost takings. People living and working in the area have to show ID and justify their reasons for entering. Other areas around the city are designated 'stop & search' zones, where you may be stopped and have yourself and your belongings searched. Iconic Bondi Beach will be closed for a day.

On the upside, many of us (myself included) get to have a public holiday on Friday as further encouragement to avoid the city and the public transport system.

Welcome to Sydney George W. and APEC leaders!

Sociability

2 birthday celebrations, 1 for Karinne and 1 for Dawn. 2 sessions of knitting with friends, 1 at a cafe and 1 at the pub. 1 shopping expedition. 1 family member catch-up. Numerous beers.

Mix in some fine Spring weather that's more like Summer, and that's how you make a fun weekend!

(OK, getting laid as well would have made it a great weekend, but you can't have averything, right?)

Time To Start Catching Up

I've come to the realisation that through inaction (or budget constraints more likely) I have fallen woefully behind with technology. I have an ancient second-hand computer at home. I'm still on dial-up. I don't have an MP3 player of any sort. My VCR and DVD player both threw in the towel recently.

You might as well hand me parchment and a quill to write this blog with, right?

So, I have a plan. It'll be expensive but over the next 6 months I plan to invest in:

• The black top end MacBook laptop
  
• Broadband, preferably some sort of wireless set-up
  
• One of the new generation iPods (apparently the line is being revamped at the moment)
  
• A DVDR with hard drive

Nice, right? I mean, my balls tingle just at the thought of all those new gadgets. Oh and yes, it also means I'm switching to a Mac from Windows. When I was dating Morgan I used his MacBook when I was over at his house, and came around to the style and function of Macs.

Anyhoo. Aside from buying a new sofa and a few other things for the house, I think the tail end of 2007 and the start of 2008 will Gadget Time. How excitement!

[Updated: I realised that I almost sounded like I was accusing Apple of illegal price fixing, which I'm sure is not the case, so I've amended this entry.]

Thursday Thoughts (And Asides)

I've just come back from sitting in the sun for half an hour, eating my caesar salad, and it was so glorious and warm and Summer-like that I had to drag myself back inside. So not fair!

(Oh, and to all you commentors from my previous post, I kept my legs covered of course. I kid with you from a place of love people.)

Hey you know what's fun?! Moving from a weekly to a fortnightly pay cycle, that's what's fun! Because I love a challenge that is. A challenge like, oh let's say stretching a single week's pay over a fortnight! A fortnight that includes my birthday and my sister's birthday. I normally buy myself a gift each year, so it looks like my sister's missing out this time around. I kid! She'll get a card, or something.

(BTW - Send pot noodles and leftovers around a week from now.)

If I look to my immediate right at the desk I'm sitting at today, not my usual one because I'm helping out in another department, there are 3 pairs on novelty Christmas earrings pinned to the pin-up board.

(I guess the adjective 'novelty' is a little reduntant when it comes to describing Christmas earrings, right?)

Well. Oh, tonight I'm excited because "So You Think You Can Dance" starts on tv! And newsflash! there is an Aussie version in production.

(You don't see that as exciting? OK, whatevs.)

Hey APEC leaders, I'm not so hot with the idea of you guys taking over our city and wandering the streets with guns (as apparently some of you want to do) but thanks for the Public Holiday next Friday! Shame we won't be able to actually go anywhere or do anything on account of the chain fences, water cannon, attack dogs and goons with guns. I guess it's the thought that counts, right?

(Tell that to my sister.)

Halfway There

Happy, happy, joy, joy. Sock #1 is off the needles beyotches!



Stop looking at the pasty white leg and look at the sock. Otherwise it might burn your retinas. (Hey, it's a trick of the light, plus I'm English and it's the end of Winter, m'kay?)

I'm very happy with it. The yarn has made a lovely, soft fabric and the colour is great. The fit is good, snug but not tight. I might adjust the heel slightly if I use the same pattern again, but it's a tiny adjustment. Next time I'd probably make the sock a bit longer, but I was worried about not having enough yarn for sock #2.

It's been fun and a great learning experience, but it's only the halfway point. Tonight we cast on its mate....

A Fine Romance

The following pics come from a cool site called ho.mo.bil.ia [some content NSFW], which sells vintage pics and queer memorabilia.







I love this sort of stuff! Who knows if these guys are lovers, friends fooling around, brothers or whatever, but they're sweet pics aren't they?

I kick myself now for not buying it, but I once saw a book in a secondhand shop which was all about depictions of intimate male friendship in Victorian photography. Like the first picture above. I only skimmed the book, but it seemed to infer that these pics were not necessarily romantic or sexual in nature, but something else. I like to hope that they were at least a little romantic.

The other candid amateur snaps are so sweet, and these sorts of pics of guys fooling around or smooching for the camera (sometimes even sans pants) seem to crop up every so often. The pics above are being sold as originals, with evidence of having been stuck in photo albums. Maybe from a brilliant holiday they had together, or in the garden of their first house. Who knows?

I like to think these guys are couples. It connects me to the past somehow, to all the gays and lesbians that have gone before. Laid the groundwork for the improvements in acceptance that we have today, done the hard yards, lived their lives and had fun. Especially had fun.

Gettin' Ready

Recently Michael Guy posed the question, and Christopher answered, "Do y’all have a ‘get dressed for the night out’ song"?

I'm a bit late to the party, but here are a couple of sure fire mood enhancing, whizz around the bathroom with a hairbrush in my hand, 'getting ready' songs.

First up an artist I am evangelical about. The look! The sound! The creativity! The attitude! Ladies and ladies I give you ex Moloko songstress, now solo artiste, Roisin Murphy with a song from her 2005 solo effort - "If We're In Love"...



If screeching out "When will we be lovers?" doesn't get you in the mood for a night out, well I don't know what will. Plus, hands up who doesn't want that sequined dress?! Anyone? I don't want to wear it, you know, just have it. Unless it fit.

Next up, and oh snap! coincidentally in a similar vein of lookin' for love (or a reasonable facsimilie of) I give you a song by a gay man who lives in my neighbourhood, who I have been introduced to and is as sweet and pleasant as you'd hope your musical crushes to be, and who makes an excellent Amateur Unisex Strip Show grand final judge, Mr Paul Mac. The 2001 release "Just The Thing That I Need" by Paul Mac feat. Peta Morris...



"I could love you forever tonight." Who hasn't thought that, right? "You're just the thing that I need, just to fill the space he left here." On that, don't even start girlfriend.

This is just 2 of my long list of getting ready songs. So I take a while in the bathroom. Don't be judging, it takes time to look like this.

So, to kick this along, care to post your song choices in the comments?

Short Guy Fantasy #146

Pardon me while indulge in a little 'pocket rocket' spit roast fantasy.

Aussie garden designer Jamie Durie (left) & interior designer Nate Berkus (right) on Oprah, from this old news story.

Can you even imagine? I mean, I've seen Jamie in person and he only clocks in at around my height, and he really is very handsome up close. Nate is teh hotness imho, and according to at least one Apartment Therapy blog commentor who saw him up close and personal may be short and have no ass, but is packing some sort of serious heat in those jeans.

I think I need a lie down.

Monday Morning

Hey chickens! I hope everyone reading this had a nice weekend, or if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, well, score! because it's only Sunday.

I had a fairly quiet weekend, which had been right at the top of my agenda marked Plans For The Weekend. I spent a lot of Saturday doing housework with the stereo set to LOUD, the big jobs like thoroughly cleaning the bathroom, which I must admit had been at the bottom of my agenda. Hey, neccessary evil right? And evil must be held at bay.

I caught up on some sweet blessed sleep, did heaps of laundry, packed up some clothes to give to charity. (In all honesty I'm never going to wear that party boy black lace shirt again, now matter how hard I wish to be twenty-something.) Not rivetting material for a blog post, but satisfying on a personal level.

Yesterday was gloriously bright, warm and sunny so I went off to knitting at The Courthouse Hotel with a pep in my step. The beer garden was packed, but I finally scored a nice large table. Ever seen that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine tries to keep a row of seats at the cinema? Growing increasingly frantic with every person she has to say "these seats are taken!" to? Well, pretty much. I always did kind of relate to Elaine the most on that show anyway.

So, after 45 minutes of that and not another knitter in sight I decided it was officially Not Happening, and went for a walk in the sun instead. About an hour later I ran into my old friend Brendan, who I've known for nearly 30 years now, and his partner Grant. A coffee, and then two beers, later and I headed home having rescued the afternoon. Nice. A bit of early evening tv and then into bed at 9.30 to read and have an early night.

Monday just always rolls around too soon.

Sun's In Your Eyes, The Wind Is In Your Hair.

Those emo kids might think they've cornered the market in bittersweet melancholy but 20 years ago Black (aka Colin Vearncombe) was crafting a lush, beautiful, bittersweet gem by the name of "It's A Wonderful Life".

(And no, don't even mention that dance cover version from some years back! Talk about rob the song of its irony and meaning. The first time I saw a video clip of it I screamed and nearly threw a shoe at the television set.)

Anyhoo, back to the behaviour of sane people. I love this song. I have the album on vinyl somewhere, but haven't played it in many years (and don't even have a turntable anymore). I really should get around to buying this on cd sometime if I can, but in the meantime we can still enjoy it courtesy of YouTube.

Down Time

I've had one constant stream of late nights this week, some from nights out and some from endless hours of porn searching on the internet um, staying up late on the computer. I'm feeling kind of bushed right now. Pooped. That, and a bit liverish from the past few nights of alcohol consumption.

I think I might clear the decks a bit this weekend. Take it easy. Knit. Do some stuff around the house. Pack up some dead wardrobe and take it to Goodwill. Maybe shampoo the living room rug. You know, live a little! I'm in 2 minds whether to go to the 50's Fair on Sunday again this year, although as I proved last year it is a fabulous photo opportunity...

I might take a wander around the NSW Art Gallery, or maybe visit the Museum. I read in the papers recently that visiting art galleries is good for your health. Something about the calm and the beauty, and the release of stress that most people feel, having a beneficial affect on blood pressure and so forth. (Yet they completely miss the fact that it's also a great opportunity for cruising.) I could probably use some calm and beauty, it's been a tough week. Stressfull and with a few emotional ups and downs.

Maybe I could use some cruising too.

We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off

Last night was the Unisex Amateur Strip Night that I mentioned yesterday. James and I met up for dinner at a local Vietnamese restaurant first, and then met Mark and Mikey (the lovely ex) at the Newtown Hotel around show time. It was only a weekly heat this time around, and frankly the turn out was a little disappointing. One actual contestant, and one member of the bar staff who they obviously convinced to get up and compete as well, so that they had a competition of sorts. This time there were no judges, just audience cheers to pick the winner.

Colin the barman won! The other guy was really crap!

It was a fun show though. There were 3 professional strip acts also; a very funny comedy strip routine by a woman in a full 'drag' body stocking suit complete with fun fur pubes and pits, a lovely burlesque style number by the current title holder of Miss Nude New South Wales, and a classic male stripper of the long haired 'hen's night' style (who was a bit dull). In addition, every week they give $50 to a punter from the audience to get up and strip, and this time around it was a skinny young chap with more nerve than body fat who got up and did the deed. (Oh and Therin, his only jewellery was a Star Trek communicator badge!) One lesson hard learnt, take your shoes off before dropping your pants on stage. Note to self!

So it was a fun night. So crowded that you felt like new intimacies were being forged with total strangers, even though all they were trying to do was get to the bar. Is that your groin or mine, good sir? The beer flowed. We had some good laughs. James and I had a lovely dinner beforehand. The only slight negative being the lack of competitors. I might wait a few weeks and go to the Grand Final next, which promises to be even more entertaining.

Mourne, Eve & Dawn

The Kransky Sisters! Imagine a trio of spinster Munster siblings formed a girl group, picked up a tuba, a musical saw, an old casio keyboard and sundry pots & lids from the kitchen, and proceeded to do unique versions of everything from AC-DC to The Sugababes.



I've written about the Kransky Sisters before, but now they have their own home on the web. Yay! Unfortunately The Man has cut off my YouTube access here at The Big Christian Charity otherwise I'd link direct, but if you go here and scroll down to the bottom of the page there are heaps of links to their clips on YouTube.

Watch. Laugh. Be afraid a tiny bit.

Strip For Me Babe, Strip For You

It's that time again! Amateur Unisex Strip Contest time! (And frankly if it's good enough for the leader of the opposition, it's good enough for me. Strippers and strip clubs are so hot right now!)

Back in March James Charles O'Brien and I attended the Grand Final of the Newtown Hotel's Amateur Unisex Strip Contest. A night that included lots of beer, some very pretty (and some very scary) visuals, hilarity by the bucketfull and a next day hangover of crushing proportions. Fun!! Tonight is only one of the heats and not the Grand Final, so I'm anticipating a mixed bag of performers with the emphasis on amateur.

For balance, check out James's take on the evening back in March, when he even managed a few shaky photos from his mobile phone.

I'm looking forward to it. I've had a week so far of stress, frustration and even some anger. I made a few aborted attempts at writing some blog entries yesterday but they all seemed flat, and like I was pasting a thin cover over a seething pit of vitriol. Nice, right? I think some uncomplicated fun is prescribed. And if it involves some mostly naked guys, more's the better!

Headline Of The Year

"Dwarf's penis gets stuck to vacuum cleaner"

I feel bad for the guy involved but that's some awesome headline, right?

Ofra Haza

I was Googling my way around Das Internetz yesterday, searching for info on some of the disco divas I'd been listening to on Sunday night, when I found the Disco Museum.

I know this sounds a bit morbid, but I was trawling my way through the Disco Mausoleum section reading all the obituaries of performers and producers who had gone to that great big dance hall in the sky. (One thing that becomes immediately clear is the affect that AIDS had on the music industry, so many young people cut down in their prime!) I was scrolling through when I was surprised to find an obituary for Ofra Haza.



I never knew much about her, but was intrigued by her after hearing her traditional Yemeni vocals sampled on a number of '80s dance tracks, most famously on Erik B & Rakim's house track "Paid In Full" and then on "Pump Up The Volume". She reached a sort of cult status in the '80s, especially in the UK dance scene. I didn't realise that she had also perfomed on Eurovision in 1983.

It seems she passed away in 2000 at the age of 41. Obituaries in her homeland stated that she and her family refused to disclose the nature of her disease, only saying that she had died of massive organ failure. However other sources say she died from complications related to AIDS. So sad, I'm sure that her story is a complicated and fascinating one.

Jared Flood Is A Frickin' Genius

Seriously. Seriously. I think this is absolutely gorgeous. Now I'm thinking I really, really need to try knitting it immediately.

5 Things About The Weekend That Was

1. There may well be a God(dess) after all. Some sort of deity had a hand in creating the Ricotta Hotcakes with berries and maple syrup I had on Saturday afternoon whilst knitting at cafe Barmuda. Did someone just ring a bell? ::salivate::
   
2. The Sunday night music at The Newtown Hotel was all retro and awesome in it's awesomeness. I mean, I Can't Stand The Rain by Eruption/Precious Wilson? "Lady Bump" by Penny McLean? (That is the Silver Convention Penny McLean, naturalmente.) So. Fabulous.
   
3. You know you're in the company of men of a certain age when you look around the room and see lips moving in time with a 30 year old pop song. And yes James Charles O'Brien that includes you.
   
4. Speaking of rain, and the hating of which, sneakers are not a sensible choice of footwear when it has been raining for like 2 days straight, as I discovered last night. Note to self.
   
5. If someone gives you a birthday present two and a bit weeks before your birthday, does that entitle you to start celebrating from that point onwards? It does, right? I mean, it's all me, me, me, me, me anyway, but now there's gifts too, right? My sweet friend Sarah popped in yesterday afternoon and gave me two fantastic knitting books of men's knitwear, Knitting With Balls and Men Who Knit And The Dogs Who Love Them. Score!

Sandra Backlund

I remember seeing the work of Sandra Backlund a while back, but then was reminded again of her amazing sculptural fashion when Thombeau recently created this post. I love Backlund's work. I love her take on traditional craft, used in unexpected and sculptural ways.

In her own words:

"The handicraft process and the handmade feeling is very significant. I am interested in almost every traditional handicraft technique. For me it is the absolute challenge. All the levels of skills you have to pass before you can even think about starting to improvise. It is the real thing and everything that the modern fashion industry is not. I think it is important that we take responsibility and preserve ancient handicraft techniques which will die out if we do not carry them forward to a new level."

She knits and crochets pieces, sometimes quite small pieces, which are then manipulated and assembled into garments. Garments that are more like sculptures in fibre really.

Not the sort of thing you'd wear for popping down the shops, but I don't think that's the point really. She's crossing the line between craft and art, between fashion and sculpture, and all the while subverting expectations of 'domestic' crafts like knitting, crochet and macrame.

I love it. I love the fact too that there are plenty of non-professional crafters out there also pushing the boundaries and expectations of traditional craft. Maybe not in this dramatic style, but you just have to cruise through craft or knitting sites to see that people are experimenting and creating amazing things.

I like what Backlund has to say about learning the ropes first, and that's kind of where I feel I am. What I can't wait for is to master the needles enough to really let my imagination take flight. And in that regard I think people like Backlund serve to inspire.

[All images from the Sandra Backlund website.]

Writer's Block

Oh my sweet Jeebus you guys. I've dried. Gone up, as we theatricals are won't to say. For the first time in about three years I cannot think of a thing to write. Weird.

So, ask me a question. Make a suggestion. Call me names. Correct my grammar. Anything just to give me something to sink my teeth into. I'm begging.

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Yaniboy asked me what I'm reading. Like much of the world, I'm reading "Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows". It's taking me longer than normal because of my severely reduced morning commute time these days. I'm enjoying it, although I do think the book dragged and got aimless through the middle. Things are picking up now and it's getting interesting now that I'm about 100 pages from the end. I find all the HP books an enjoyable read, but I wouldn't call myself a huge fan. I think the movies are really well done though. (And the fact that Mr Radcliffe is turning into a handsome young man just helps really.)

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File this under Things Most Excellent, Mikey (the lovely ex) shared the news that fresh from his success as Mrs Hedwig Robinson, iOTA is taking on my other favourite trannie. Yay! So far the production starring Daniel Arbineri has been my favourite live version, but I'm such a fan of iOTA's stage work that I'm really looking forward to seeing this.

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Lara asked "Who would you cast as Brad?" in this new stage production of Rocky Horror. Hmmm, hard one. In keeping with the local cast it would have to be a local boy, and my knowledge of local musical theatre actor/singers is not that great. Ah, the only name that jumps to mind is Tim Draxl, but to be honest I think it would be a piece of misscasting on my behalf. He jumps to mind because he's a good actor, has a lovely singing voice and then there's always this:

Tim Draxl (left)

Well he has to look good in y-fronts, right?

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arj expressed her theory that everyone here is either hibernating or migrating [given that it's late winter here], and asked which I would do and what it would be like. I choose migration. It would involve somewhere with temps around 30C, cocktails involving lots of crushed lime, several helpful and accomodating cabana/pool/roomservice delivery boys, massage oils and facials (of several kinds).

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Jason joined the party late to say that he wants more Eric Balfour. Honey, WE ALL DO. (I'll keep looking.)

Wednesday. Mittwoch. Hump Day.

I'm taking a moment to celebrate the half way point. Feels good to be cresting the rise, doesn't it?

It feels kinda:



[Photo via the moist and lovely wetcircuit]

Start Where You Are

And I guess where you are, is here. Right?

Mystery post-it note. Fence post, Newtown.

I wish the here of today was a there instead though. If you know what I mean.

I had a spectacularly bad night's sleep last night; too hot, too cold, too something. (Ironically after watching a documentary about insomnia and sleep deprivation. This universe of ours, it does love the irony, right?) I've battled sleep problems for years, but I'm pleased to say that my sleep is much better these days and that last night was more of an aberration.

So I'm tired, headachey, dull witted and Captain Grumpy Pants today. I've been waiting all morning for this to pass and for the Blog Muse to whisper in my ear... and waiting... Somewhat unsuccesfully.

What this did make me think of though was this photo I took on the weekend. I don't know what the post-it was referring to, but I thought it kind of made sense on a practical and philosophical level. I can dream all I want to about not being tired, about sitting poolside with Eric Balfour in speedos, about not being at my desk.

But ultimately, the only place we can start is 'here' rather than 'there'. We do get to choose the destination though, and I like that idea.

Bex

I just had to take a pic of this cute hair slide in Bex's cool rocker chick hair, while we were sitting at the pub knitting on a beautiful sunny afternoon yesterday.

This is a woman with a great personal style and I'm really happy that we've become friends, she's an absolute sweetheart!

Experiments In Macro

On Saturday I had a play around at making a home macro photography set up with one of those ubiquitous translucent plastic storage tubs, a piece of heavyweight white cartridge paper and a couple of bulldog clips.

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The bulldog clips were just for my nipples, you know, to make the experience more fun.

Of course I kid! Such a kidder! I tipped the box up on its side, cut a piece of heavy paper to line the bottom and back of the box in a smooth curve (to avoid any sort of horizon line) and held the paper in place with the nipple clamps. I mean bulldog clips. Then I was able to take it outside and shoot with diffused natural light.

OK, what I should have done is take a photo of the set-up but I was too distracted by the bulldog clips.

1984

A couple of days ago I mentioned in this entry that Graeme had told me about an old photo of me from 1984 that I didn't know existed. He kindly sent me a copy, so here 'tis:

Frida and me. ABBA convention, Narwee Boys' High School, 1984.

I'm around 20 years of age in this photo. Still living in Adelaide, and visiting Sydney to see Graeme, and to stay with my friend Karen. I'd been working for a few years already at this point and living away from home, and was enjoying having my independence. Spending money on going to nightclubs, buying records and clothes. If I remember the timing right, this is about 6 months before I'd meet Gary, the dashing Welshman who'd be my boyfriend for nearly two years.

Man, I'm slim, but that tie is even skinnier! Check it out. I loved that tie. It was super soft grey leather and I wore that thing (and its yellow leather cousin) until the New Wave started to crash upon the shore. Pushed up sleeves, probably some skinny jeans, and I'd place a bet that I'm wearing my favourite black suede 'winklepicker' pointed toe shoes (with the diagonal zips across the instep). Cutting edge!

Actually I had a thing about ties back then. I used to wear all my Dad's old ones from the '60s, and was really into buying vintage ones (bowties included) from Op Shops. I used to buy a lot of vintage clothes back then and would raid my Dad's wardrobe for old stuff he never wore anymore. Wow, I'd forgotten about that.

I don't look all that different, although either my ears have shrunk in the years since or my head has grown. I see why Graeme once said to me back then that I "looked like a Volkswagon with the doors open", after a somewhat unfortunate crewcut. A few more lines of course. Some whiskers.

I look at this, and even though 1984 seems like a long distant land, I still see me. I wish I could talk to the me in this photo. I'd warn myself about that crewcut, for starters.

Raving

Oh my gawd. I finally got to the head of the queue and received my invite to join the knitting community website Ravelry. (As of writing there are about 15,000 people still in the queue!)

So much yarn. So many projects. So much fabulousness...

Guytastic Friday

With sincere apologies to those of you not so into the boys, but here's some pretty for the rest of us!

Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, just because.

My Eyes! My Eyes!

Steel your resolve, take a deep breath, and then cover your eyes so you're only peeking out through your fingers (horror movie style)... then take a look at this.

You're welcome!

Sliding Doors

[This post is brought to you by my friend Graeme. Oh sure, it's me writing it, but after a long conversation last night Graeme said "You have to write about this." Hey, who am I to be disobedient, right?]

I had drinks last night with the regular Wednesday irregulars. Aside from Graeme, who I have known for (sweet Jebus!) around 20 years or so, I've only known everyone else for a fairly short time. Mostly we only ever see each other at Wednesday night drinks, but I really enjoy everyone's company. We sit, we have some drinks, we flirt with the cute young bar manager, we talk about anything and everything, and we laugh. Lots of laughter.

Last night, as the night wore on, talk turned to how Graeme and I met. Graeme and I met back in my home town (and his) of Adelaide, after Graeme had already moved to Sydney to live but was paying a visit home to see his folks. We were both really attracted to each other, and it seemed like maybe we could have become boyfriends. In fact it seemed like that's where things were heading for a while.

But there was a disconnect. An incompatibility and a hang-up that got in the way. At the time I didn't understand it. Neither of us had the life experience or skills to be able to articulate the issue, so we never did become boyfriends. Instead I have a friend of 20+ years who I love dearly, which is a fantastic outcome.

What we got to talking about though were the 'what ifs', and that's where the title of this entry comes in. Like the film Sliding Doors, where a missed train has a dramatic outcome, we talked about what might have happened in the 20 years since we met if circumstances had been different. It's an interesting question, and not one that has an answer.

Graeme has become someone who is very articulate and open about his feelings, and he was talking about that time, what went through his head, what might have been if things had worked out differently, and also painted a snapshot of me through his eyes when I was in my very early twenties. (In fact he unearthed a photo recently from back then, which he has promised to email me, and I'll post here when I get it for a bit of fun.)

It's always an interesting and educational experience to see yourself through someone else's eyes. Also, Graeme has an incredible memory and is able to remember details of things I had forgotten. It was almost like having a mirror held up to myself that showed a version of me from way back then. None of us would be the people we are today if things had worked out differently, if we hadn't missed the train so to speak. The journey from who I was then to who I am now would have been very different, and so would the destination I suspect.

Thought Provoking

Ever since he played Claire's bad boy boyfriend in "Six Feet Under" I've had... shall we call it a thing... for Eric Balfour.



So handsome. Some people really hit the jackpot in the genetic lottery, you know? His exotic looks come from a combination of Russian, French and Native American ancestry, according to his Wikipedia entry.

And such a lovely physique...

Apparently he even flashes a hard-on in the otherwise forgettable film Lie With Me. I think I need to go lie down myself, I'm feeling light headed all of a sudden.

Audio Torture

I'm sitting in a different office today, helping out another department while one of their staff takes compassionate leave. I'm sitting on the other side of a partition from the Loudest Person In The Building. A woman who means well but is one of those loud hearty types with a voice that carries right to the other end of the building. As if that isn't bad enough, she has the 'On Hold' music here at The Big Christian Charity playing on speaker. Sort of soft rock/country channel that just makes me want to jam something sharp in my ears. Both ears.

Oh, except for the brief 3 minutes or so when they played "These Boots Were Made For Walking" by Nancy Sinatra.

I think it might be a long day.

Congratulations iOTA!

From today's Sydney Morning Herald:

"As predicted, the powerhouse performer iOTA won best male actor in a musical for Hedwig and the Angry Inch. He beat Hugh Jackman in The Boy from Oz, Tony Sheldon in Priscilla Queen of the Desert and David Harris in Miss Saigon."

If you've been hanging around this 'hood for a while, you might recall that I saw iOTA perform as Hedwig once, twice, three times (a lady). To say he was brilliant would be selling it short. He provided me with three of the best nights I've had in a theatre.

So I'm very happy to hear that he received the Helpman Award for best male performance. I haven't seen any of the other performances, but I can't imagine anyone else holding a show on their own with that level of energy and connection with the audience. (Hedwig on stage is almost a fabulous form of hard rock monologue.) The Helpmann Award is quite prestigious in Oz, and seeks to "recognise distinguished artistic achievement and excellence in the many disciplines of Australia's vibrant live performance sectors, including musical theatre, contemporary music, comedy, opera, classical music, dance and physical theatre".

Excellence recognised, indeed!

Pyrmont Growers' Market

[Sorry for my absence yesterday. I was away from the computron all day, so I'll be doing some catching up today with entries about my weekend. Lots of pics!]

Last Saturday was the first Saturday of a new month, so it was time for the monthly growers' market down at Pyrmont. My friend Judy and her son John have been regulars at the markets for years, and last month popped my cherry with the whole growers' market experience. I was interested to check it out after reading the 'local foods' movement book "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" back in June.

The setting for the markets is fantastic, right by the harbour's edge at Pyrmont. (For my overseas readers, that's Sydney Harbour but around the other side of the Harbour Bridge from the Sydney Opera House. Capito?) We make a very early start of it, so the sun has just risen when we get there. It's a lovely thing to do on a crisp early Saturday morning. (Almost as lovely as a sleep in - I kid! Such a kidder!) The markets are very popular, and so the value in getting there early means you don't have to fight to get to the stalls, and you have the pick of the offerings. Plus it's a nice atmosphere. The growers have just set up, and are gearing up for the day, are available and willing to chat, and there's a certain comraderie and bonhomie in the air. Along with the smell of coffee and a thousand different foods.

Dawn seagull with bollard (left). Judy, random shopper & John (right).
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Seating at the markets (left). Beautiful orchids for sale (right).
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There are plenty of good fruit and vegetables on offer, but the markets really tend more towards the gourmet end of things with lots of poultry and game, preserves, cheeses, coffee, breads and cakes. Oh gawd, I'm salivating just thinking about it. Once we've done the rounds, had coffees and bought good pastries, it's back to Judy's house for breakfast. ...and laying around, and even some knitting.

Wonderful.

It's That Time Of Year Again!

Magnolia time!



I took almost the exact same shot last year I think, but I'm just so happy to see these guys. It seems like one day it's a bunch of bare twigs, then the very next day BAM! it's full of buds.

They also herald the latter parts of winter and the first sniffs of spring in this part of the world, which is officially a Good Thing. I mean, check out that blue sky...

Thought For The Day

Just because.

Jack & Ianto - "Torchwood", BBC.

Anyone fancy a smooch? Seriously, it feels like I haven't had any liplock action in forever, and frankly I miss it. Maybe I can make that my 'project' for this weekend?

Kissing is underrated. Never date a bad kisser.

Stream Of Consciousness: 2nd August Edition

Blech. I've been a bit slow moving this morning after a few three or four six, maybe somewhere less than sixteen beers with the boys last night. Tossing and turning with The Dry Horrors at about 3 am. You know those sort of nights? So far I've just about drunk my own body weight in water, and coffee.

Kids, alcohol is bad, m'kay?

It's my sister's birthday today, so everyone say Happy Birthday Fiona! 45 today. She's had some major health crises this past year, but now she's been all mended. The wonders of modern medicine. Happy birthday Fi!

I'm relocating offices for 4 weeks, to share a tiny office with the Loudest Person In The Building. (It's only short term, and I'll try and keep This Woman Is Driving Me Crazy type posts to a minimum for that period. I'm not entirely ruling out bloodshed however.) She's one of those people who doesn't try to solve her own work problems, just asks you to fix it for her. Generally with the logic that 'it'd be more time efficient if you just fixed it'. She ran to me with a computer problem the other day, and I told her I'd help her by showing her how to do it in a little while. She flounced off saying she'd read the manual instead, but an hour later she was back with the 'time efficient' logic string. You know what? I caved in. The task took me 3 seconds. Double clicking a text box, changing the text, and saving as a new template. For that she studied the instruction manual for an hour, and still couldn't do it.

It's gorgeous here today! Mild and sunny. Which means that the hot Greek guy in the take-away chicken shop I walk past each day has ditched the puffer jacket in favour of a tight white tee. I love warm weather!

Wish? Did Someone Say "Wish"?

Repeat after me, Mekka-lekka hi mekka hiney ho!



Mekka-lekka hi mekka chahney ho!..
Mola-mekka chala mekka hola hayla hey!...

The wish is granted. Long live Jambi.

Linky Dinks

Ay dios mio, I've spent all morning so far redesigning somebody else's craptastic form here at work. A form designed in Word, by somebody who doesn't really know how to use it. Like there are these things called Tabs you know? You don't actually need to try and line things up by hitting the spacebar a bazillion times.

That's actually not even germaine to this entry, but I feel better for having gotten that off my chest.

So, in keeping with yesterday's vintage theme, here are some cool blog links to do with vintage advertising, cool junk and old photos. The sort of stuff I adore.

Swapatorium: A Journey Through Junkland - flea market finds, oddities and ephemera.

Tikiranch - vintage advertising and advertising figures.

BigHappyFunHouse - found vintage photographs.

Sweetheartville - vintage collections, Americana and junk store finds.

If you have any similar links to share, hit me up in the comments!