These are some digital photos I took at floriade. I will post more when I get my films back on Wednesday.
I was scanning drip's poems recently because he asked for a top 15 list. One of them has the lines:
washed away intoI liked that image of the greedy surf - instantly I could see the ocean sorting over the
the greedy surf
the salty junkman
slides his watery net across the shore
in one swift motion like
a greedy, stretching hand
what have you left for me,
you wanderers and ponderers?
an abandoned bucket, a bandaid,
a beaded bracelet with a broken clasp
he tosses a syringe casually
having no soft vulnerable soles
gathers odd treasures
turns them in his foamy fingers
again and again and
tosses them back onto the shore
when he's bored
I've been trying to write a song lately, too. Not sure where all this creativity is coming from, but I sure hope it lasts. That art course that was cancelled last term might be starting up again in a couple of weeks. I want to do it, but my drawing/painting sucks, so I can use all the creativity I can muster.
I don't often remember my dreams, unless I do the snooze alarm thing (which is sometimes why I do the snooze alarm thing) and go in and out of sleep.
Ah that delightful chap from bma magazine has sent me more free stuff, may he be enveloped in delicious karma till Christmas. I love entering their contests now because I have this hope that I might actually win something. And can I just say how cool it is to open the mail and find something that is totally not a bill. I love that!
Just after we've lived through Lord of the Rings and we can't even imagine another movie spellbinding us, along comes Timur Bekmambetov's fantasy masterpiece. Like Ridley Scott, Timur is an astonishing visionary and Night Watch is an epic of extraordinary power. (Quentin Tarantino)Night Watch looks super scary. I may have to squinch down and keep my feet up on the seat in front of me the whole time - a technique I use to hide from the scary stuff. I'm in the same cinema, watching the same movie, surrounded by the same Dolby Digital sound, but somehow it helps.
Potter fan copies out whole book
Conversation on MSN:
Every Spring in Canberra there’s a flower festival called Floriade. It lasts about a month and they plant the flowers so that they bloom in timed intervals. This year’s theme is Rock’n’Roll and they seem to have mostly represented that as a colour theme based on song titles: Mellow Yellow, I See Red, A Whiter Shade of Pale, Strawberry Fields Forever, Paint It Black, Brown, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Fields of Gold, Blue Suede Shoes, etc. Each section also comes with trivia facts – did you know, for example, that The Rolling Stones’ manager locked Mick and Keith up until they came up with original songs. Festival events include bands and such, and a charity fund-raiser called Gnomestock, where thousands of garden gnomes have been painted by members of the public to look like their favourite rockers.
Wow. I'd heard that Garbage were good live, but I had no idea just how good.
I'm no Barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things
And I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed.
I've read that Manson thinks herself ugly. I think she misunderstands the nature of beauty. On (and from what I've read, off) stage she emits a dark light that reaches out into the audience and holds you by the throat until she releases you, stunned, back into the real world. I agree that she doesn't look generically beautiful, but she exudes a lot more heat.
One of the first thing she did was to say that in spite of the rumours they are definitely, definitely NOT breaking up. They are however taking a long holiday, at the end of which they hope to come back and create a great new album. I'm cool with that. Maybe their creative process demands it. As long as they come back, they can take whatever time they need.
The music was amazing. I'd seriously forgotten how good their songs were. I was a fan of their early music but didn't know much about the band at the time. They are labelled pop, but when the songs thump and the guitar wails and the lead singer rules the earth, to me that's a rock show. The crowd were a little too sensible for my liking - I came out of Powderfinger dripping with sweat and exhausted, which was not the case tonight. The crowd were totally into the band - they just apparently weren't into the whole hot, vibrant crush that tells you it's rock.
A fun incident came in the middle when the band started playing the wrong song. Manson stopped the song, explained the mistake to the crowd and then announced they'd be taking requests because:
"That's the way it is. When the band fucks up, there must be payback."The first request was for "Supervixen", which went down well. Then she singled out a guy for his request and it was "Kick My Ass", a random b-side track.
She started trying to sing the song, died after a line or so and then had the guy who requested it tell her the lyrics line by line so she can try to do the song. Finally she gave it up and asked for another request. He asked for "Trip My Wire" - yet another random b-side. She abused him some more, screwed up that song too, and then sang another song directly to him in apology. Sure they were screwing up, but it was real and she was funny as hell. I would've asked for 'When I Grow Up" but they played it later anyway so I was satisfied.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she screeches at him.
"I'm gonna need my lyrics book for that one."
She stalks off, yelling towards the side of the stage for her lyrics book. Someone brings it and she's flipping pages.
"I don't think it's even in here. Fuck, I really don't have it."
With all these natural disasters occurring, terrorism rearing its ugly head and Martha Stewart back on the streets, some people are probably wondering if this is the end of the world. According to Jeff at jeffiscool.com, this is not at all how the world is going to end.
Last night Phi arrived home with news. Garbage had played that night in Canberra and we'd previously made a decision not to go (the available seats weren't so good, it was a Wednesday and he would have had to miss work to go). But last night he heard a rumour that the band was breaking up after their Australian tour, having cancelled the European dates that were meant to follow it. This was terrible news - we might have just given up our last chance to see them live.
I just had the yummiest juice with my breakfast ~ an apple and strawberry mix that I juiced myself last night. I used Pink Lady apples, which are sweet but with a bit of a bite. It is SO GOOD! Usually I make a nice healthy detoxing juice like apple, carrot and beetroot. I made that one this time too, with a little celery juice for good measure. But the apple/strawberry concoction was purely for pleasure. The fact that it's healthy is irrelevent.
Victoria was exploring the idea of fear and it set me thinking. I know that fear is not always a bad thing ~ sometimes it's appropriate ~ but I was trying to work out when that is and isn't the case.
Some interesting information on the US deficit came to light today:
On the US budget, Clinton warned that the federal deficit may be becoming untenable, driven by foreign wars, the post-hurricane recovery programme and tax cuts that benefitted just the richest one percent of the US population, himself included.I was aware of the fact that the US deficit was funded by overseas governments buying US government bonds. I learned that in Asian Studies five years ago - that all Japan need do is stop buying US bonds in order to really screw up the US economy. The reason they don't do that is because the money comes right back to them when Americans buy Japanese goods. And they buy a lot of them.
"What Americans need to understand is that ... every single day of the year, our government goes into the market and borrows money from other countries to finance Iraq, Afghanistan, Katrina, and our tax cuts," he said.
"We have never done this before. Never in the history of our republic have we ever financed a conflict, military conflict, by borrowing money from somewhere else."
Clinton added: "We depend on Japan, China, the United Kingdom, Saudi Arabia, and Korea primarily to basically loan us money every day of the year to cover my tax cut and these conflicts and Katrina. I don't think it makes any sense.
What I didn't know was that this had now extended to them paying for a military engagement this way. I'm not a huge Clinton fan (being one of those weird people who actually thinks leaders shouldn't be liars) but I do respect the fact that he is saying this, even though he is one of the few who get the highest level of tax cut. I wonder if the rest of the 1% richest people in the US care. Maybe not. After all, it's the middle class who pay the bulk of taxes, not the super rich, and it's the middle class who will end up paying for this deficit.
Enormous bear went for a little ride today and didn't come back. *cue evil music*
Tonight went to Tilley's to see Afro Moses perform African-Carribbean music. He uses traditional African instruments (hooked up to amps the way you do it with acoustic guitars) but his songs both traditional and more modern. Tonight he performed with a couple of guys, one from Pakistan one from Senagal both on types of drums, and a girl who sang backup. Sometimes he plays with a 12 piece band, but it would have been out of place in Tilley's which is a cozy venue.
Drummer Boy was appalled to find out that I wasn't "much into the Foo Fighters". I'd only seen them perform one night on Rove Live and to be honest it was a pretty average performance. He adores them, not least of all because Dave Grohl is his hero. Like Grohl, DB plays more than drums and he'd love to be as good as Grohl on everything.
This week I discovered last.fm thanks to Sclatchfan.
I had a job interview today. It's for a promotion within the branch I currently work for. This was the first time I've ever been interviewed by people I work with - it was kind of weird at first, but they were really good at putting people at ease and getting a discussion going. Neo also applied and said the same thing afterwards.
Okay so I've decided that today I need to do something I just hate doing. I need to compliment some people that technically I loathe. But you know, sometimes you just have to acknowledge that they occasionally get it right. Maybe it's a good karma thing.
Compare this from September 1:
"Katrina exposed serious problems in our response capability at all levels of government," Bush said at joint White House news conference with the president of Iraq.
"To the extent the federal government didn't fully do its job right, I take responsibility," Bush said.
The president was asked whether people should be worried about the government's ability to handle another terrorist attack given failures in responding to Katrina.
"Are we capable of dealing with a severe attack? That's a very important question and it's in the national interest that we find out what went on so we can better respond," Bush replied.
"George W Bush gave one of the worst speeches of his life yesterday," says the New York Times in an editorial.Don't get me wrong. I still think the man is an oaf and has been a poor president. After all, the above only took place two weeks ago. However, today I have to give credit where credit is due. Some have quoted Kerry, who is right when he says:
"He advised the public that anybody who wanted to help should send cash, grinned, and promised that everything would work out in the end.
"And nothing about the president's demeanour yesterday - which seemed casual to the point of carelessness - suggested that he understood the depth of the current crisis."
"The President has done the obvious, only after it was clear he couldn’t get away with the inexcusable."But the point is: it was the right thing to do, and he did it. So just for today, Dubbya, kudos to you.
drip writes a poem each day. Recently he wrote a couple poems I really like:
a fostering lightAnd this one on August 23:
with the steam
of her energies
I am swallowed
by time alone;
I put my shadow on
like a cloak
I will learn to
embrace this decay,
plans crumbling like my teeth
I will never suck
the pink of her
full lower lip;
I will not lose
my fingers in
the thickness of her hair
I cannot thank her
for projecting me
through the frantic wealth
of my dreams.
my love is a soft light
your morning window
It wants to hold
to feel the rise and fall
of your chest
It wants to dance along
each slope, each sinew
in a perfect motion
This sacred architecture
speaks to me
when you can't.
The waiter guy over at waiter rant wrote a wonderful post today about an incident that occurred in the floods in Louisiana. He described his thought process in trying to make any kind of sense of some poor guy having to listen to his mother plead for help day after day when none was coming.
I shut the radio off and kill the engine. I have tears in my eyes. Tightness constricts my chest. I imagine it’s my mother pleading for her life. I try and shake the imagery out of my head but I can’t. Adrenaline pumps through my system. My hands start shaking. Sick desolation spreads out from the pit of my stomach.He asked some poignant questions about God and prayer, and gave some interesting answers.
“God is weak and powerless in the world, and that is exactly the way, the only way, in which he can be with us and help us.”
The guy who said that was a Lutheran pastor named Dietrich Bonhoeffer. He was executed by the Nazi’s for trying to assassinate Hitler. This man knew Evil up close and personal. But he still cherished his faith in God and his belief in the goodness of the world. How did he do that in the face of such monstrosity?
Because he realized that God was not all powerful. He knew God wouldn’t swoop down and save him from his jailors. He understood there’s no division of sacred and profane, any secular and divine. He saw there’s only one reality and he believed that reality was God. And from within that insight he wrestled with the mystery of suffering.
God, Bonhoeffer would say, suffers with us. He shares in our pain. If you’ve ever been to a child’s funeral you know the only thing you can do is cry. God is like that person weeping in the funeral parlor. It was God who was pulverized when the Towers fell, it was God who burned in the Nazi’s ovens, and it was God who drowned in that nursing home in New Orleans.
If you have the time, read the whole post. In amongst his funny stories about bistro life, he sometimes gives real insight and wisdom.
This is the comment I added onto the post, slightly edited to add a thought I had later:
There's so much we blame God for not doing that we could do ourselves. That woman didn't need to drown. Her prayers should have been answered - through other people. There was almost a week long window of opportunity there and no-one took it. We can say no-one could take it - certainly her son would have saved her if he could - but the most I hear about the lack of response to this disaster, the more I wonder how much more could have been done if the will was there to do it.
You know, natural disasters (the tsunami, the hurricane) do happen, but most of what ails this earth is caused by people. I would include the neglected levee, but it's much more than that. Most human suffering comes from other people. And I understand why God doesn't intervene in that (the only way to take away the consequences of free will after all, is to take away free will) but it still hurts to see so much of it happen. Isn't life hard enough already without us hurting each other? Why do we try so hard to step on top of other people on our way to places and powers we don't really need to have a happy life?
Tamaki left today. We had a bit of an adventure when I ran out of petrol two streets from the university. That hill never seemed so steep till I was trying to hurry up it with a very large suitcase. Tamaki ran ahead and got someone to come back with a car. She was already emotional because it was her last day, and this just made her moreso, so she was a bit teary when she got on the bus.
Dear ChoshaCute, huh? In regard to the 'th' sound, for those who don't already know this: the Japanese language has no 'th' sound, so it's always a challenge for Japanese when they learn English. Her presentation was on the Australian climate and was good I thought. The teacher liked it anyway.
I really appreciate your kindness for 3 weeks. You always speak in plain English for me, so I could understand. [smiling face]
I'm sorry that I was always shy so I couldn't talk with you so much. But, you are always very kind to me and make me laugh. [laughing face] Thank you for teaching correct English and helping my presentation. I learned that 'th' sound is very important in speaking English.
I want to stay here but I have to go. [crying face] I'll never forget my pleasant memories in Canberra. I'll send you a letter when I come back to Japan.
Thank you very much! [heart heart heart]
Tamaki [picture of a rabbit waving and saying 'goodbye']
There were ten of us around the table and it was extremely festive looking, including silly hats, which everyone actually wore. I got to choose my meal and went with something simple that I know I love: chicken schnitzel, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. The birthday cake was a coconut cake. Trevor's coconut cake has been my favourite for a long time. It isn't the most complex, or truly even the most delectable, cake he makes (that award would go to his chocolate cheescake...to die for), but I love coconut flavour and the simplicity of the cake appeals to me.
Tonight I received this enormous bear. He's beautiful, and his 'fur' is soft and woolly to the touch. As bears go he's quite lovely.
"Yes, Bridge, why is it that there are so many unmarried women in their thirties?"I suppose it could have been worse. They could have bought me one of these. Or had 'loser' tatooed on my forehead while I was sleeping.
"Well, it might have something to do with the fact that underneath our clothes our bodies are covered in scales."
I've seen this one a few times lately, but wasn't tagged, so I thought I'd take up Wanda's challenge for anyone who hadn't done it yet to get into it. Plus I love 7s.
A few weeks back I visited our Melbourne offices on the 44th floor looking out over Melbourne as far as the eye can see.
Today was my birthday.
I am very irritated by Fox at the moment.
Wanda asked in a post (Aug 31) why the world wasn't responding to the Hurricane Katrina disaster. This prompted me to a do a little searching. I knew how my own government had responded ($10 million through Red Cross and the offer of disaster experts) but I was curious about how the rest of the world was responding. I found this summary and it was a nice surprise.
I was just reading this story about Kanye West's surprise comments at the NBC benefit concert for Hurricane Katrina victims.
Trumpets sound, and angels sing! I finally went for a ride in Phi's MR-2.