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About Me

MyGen Profile GeneratorI'm a journalist from Sydney. I've worked on everything from music mags to "men's lifestyle" and home interiors magazines, with a couple of stints on girlie fashion "monthlies". I use inverted commas as clues to subtext. These days I tend to roam about, freelancing.

My Interests

Reading. Writing. Arithmetic.

I'd like to meet:

Interesting people with creative minds and indie kids who've grown up into multi-faceted sophisticated brainiacs. Who can make me laugh like a three-year-old. Autistics, nerds and geniuses encouraged.

Music:

Alt-country. Britpop. California pop-punk. Drone. Electronica. Finnish folk. Garage punk. Hardcore. Instrumental. Jewish hiphop. Krautrock. Loser anthems. Merzbow. New Zealand pop, Flying Nun-style. Old-school punk. Psychedelica. Quietcore. Rockabilly. Straight-edge. Three-chord, under-three-minute thumpers. Underground artbands. Voodoo drums. White noise. X-rated rap. Yellow metal. Zydeco.

Movies:

Inland Empire is bliss.

Television:

"Feeding ignorance. Bleeding radiation."

Books:

Read thousands of the damn things; can't seem to finish one of my own.

My Blog

Chapter one of a girl's sexual awakening: before the communists came to visit

On or about April 1, 1977, a six-year-old girl not yet christened Lee straddled the thick electrical pipe that led from her preparatory school's generator, full-body hugging the camouflage green warm ...
Posted by Elisabeth on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 07:41:00 PST

I was a teenage suburbanite

Every house in my neighbourhood had a green front lawn, a letterbox, a Commodore, a verandah and a façade so thin you could see right through it. One lawn was mown every Sunday by a woman wearing an e...
Posted by Elisabeth on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:19:00 PST

Goodbye house, goodbye trees, goodbye wanker

Have you ever noticed that the act of leaving something drastically changes your relationship to it? Nowhere is this more apparent than in the death throes of a relationship, where the moment of decis...
Posted by Elisabeth on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:15:00 PST

2001: a time/space continuum

I want to travel again. But before I do, let's look at lifted paragraphs from my last major journey journal and see if it's such a good idea. 8.11.01Last week, my friend R, who is busy building robots...
Posted by Elisabeth on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 07:42:00 PST

Is there something in my teeth?

OK, hypothetical... You're sitting there, right, eating dinner, reading a book. Someone interesting walks into the restaurant, bell on door jingles. No-one looks up but you. You don't see all that ...
Posted by Elisabeth on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 02:23:00 PST

Trepanation is fun - more from the ex files

I don't know if you believe in energy and matter and all those quantum physical things. I don't even know if I do. But today I realised that I'm surrounded, military-style, by large three-dimensional ...
Posted by Elisabeth on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 03:06:00 PST

Does my arse look big on Myspace?

Bad news: women's insecurity issues are worse than previously believed. Or at least mine are. I know conventional wisdom has it that one should never point out her own flaws (rather she should evange...
Posted by Elisabeth on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 01:42:00 PST

10 roadtrips with exes

I watched Two for the Road the other week - excellent, dry and cynical 60s movie with Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney in it, about the evolution of a relationship from the rainbow-flavoured temporary...
Posted by Elisabeth on Fri, 27 Jan 2006 12:36:00 PST

If you think you've come a long way, go visit your parents

Lake George  a halfway point, flat, dry, patchy green  is on my left. Mounds of mountains on my right, like fat rolls, flesh-toned, parched from drought, thick clumps of trees gathering, dense and p...
Posted by Elisabeth on Mon, 02 Jan 2006 02:49:00 PST

Be warned: seek and ye shall find

From about the age of six, I used to go through my parents wardrobe, looking to uncover secrets. I couldnt handle not knowing everything and thought of myself as somewhat of a spy, figuring out ...
Posted by Elisabeth on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 05:31:00 PST