.. I love art. This fella, Michael Parkes- he is truly blessed. Truly gifted. I love his paintings and lithographs... so so perfect. I would love to meet him actually. I reckon he would be quite a conversationalist. waddayareckon? I like little better than talking with brilliant people. I am very blessed in my world of friends... Dr Dave Pate- wo- smart dude- just found the bloke again-in lismore of all the places (he usually lives in Amsterdam so its quite amazing)- mr tischler- I want him to tell me everything. Dr Munro- my zen master- Tanya Jobling- Brilliant woman, wife, mother, and scientist. Phil Warner- fiscal wizard and my mentor in business- Paul Downie- God damn genius, martial arts master and manager of everything. My dear old dad... Michael...the single most intelligent human I have ever met... Anthony Napoli- Extraordinary poet, musician, healer and alchemist. Klara McMurray- Beaming glorious woman, entertainer, performer and friend. Josephine Atkinson- Quintessential contemporary indigenous woman that I have watched bloom. Jasmine McHenry, spiritual sister, I miss a, and our philosophical conversations that go on for weeks. Conor Hicky, one of the most beautiful women I have known in my life, her presence in the world makes me feel like everything cant be lost. Col Curran- a woman that has endured pain in excess of that I have- something I don’t encounter often- only she wears her scars on the outside- her beauty astounds me- her strength inspires me. Great Grandma Hill- Stubborn old thing lived by herself until she died at 89 I think it was... brave. and always had fresh cookies and guavas and a mini grand that I thought was stunning. Donna Ellen- A stroke took her spoken english, but her German Portuguese and French was just fine- I learnt to understand her and we had some fine chats- My mother. Who is the most extraordinary human being I have ever met. We can talk constantly for days and we do. I would say that with all things considered, she is my best friend…and the truth is- in the long run she has never failed me- although she would argue differently- until she sees that all of her mistakes never killed me- but by golly they made me strong…. At the gates of hell I would want no one else in the world by my side- if only to protect her- and to remind me what I fight for. Hell would quiver, I assure you- as it has done so many times already. It is her that has taught me about honesty (the universal laundry), honour, integrity (even if it is not what appears on the surface that laundry will make sure that it comes out in the wash- I think I mentioned, I love crisp white sheets), judgement and how to face it with my head held high, she has taught me what not to do, and what to do- at her expense. She has given me many gifts, german precision and diligent thought, beauty, health, excellence, sacrifice, work ethic, and the unfailing ability to be afraid but to go on in the face of that fear. The knowledge that when I think I have nothing left inside- when I am exhausted, when I am hungry, when I am faced by enemies, when my path is hidden from me, when it hurts so much - I have the ability to summon strength and know what ever is thrown at me- not only can I take it- I will make it the source of my strength- and I will conquer. She has taught me the meaning of blood being thicker than water. The critical element of that statement is that blood is not necessarily shared though DNA. Loyalty. The necessity for introspection. The benefit of resolution. The holy grail of all things- truth. Good taste. I owe her big time for that… what would life be like without good taste?? Boring! Is it relative? Sort of, but, no- sorry. I think my relationship with my mother is the most rewarding of my life- we teach each other. We respect each other. And I tell you no lie- we earned that respect it is not by default. And when we talk about it, everything makes sense. Without the conversations in my life, the long and winding road to myself would have been many many many decades longer. Everything is better shared- always. my mate... i dont know his name (i do now thanks to myspace- who would have thought? anyway its banjo, excellent name for my friend) but we hang out all the time. He lives up the hill and enjoys chasing white cars, getting scolded by me when i drive past 'git home you mongrel!' and rubbin his lovely head against my legs. I am grateful for the fine company. Dogs are such good listeners. i love when he runs down the hill, sees me, stops, and you see him thinking 'what happened last time? did i get in trouble for going through the rubbish orrrr no no i saw her yesterday on the road... damn am i still in strife?' then i say 'gday mate... ' and he comes and snuggles his dirty smelly head against me. so cute. so smelly. i read recently that border collies are the smartest dogs around. followed by dingoooo... maybe its just jumping that its the other way around. who decides these things anyway? arh there is a science to it. but i dont know if any test could determine a dogs emotional intelligence.. and they know stuff- yep- i recently mentioned to a friend that some dogs have been better friends than humans in my life. its for this very reason that i think so. animals like me. much more than humans do- least they just sense me. theres no ego no bullshit. animals and me just have a thing. any kind. met just the one dog that didnt like me, but he was mentally ill. when i say that i mean a massive rotty- that didnt understand english- and tried to eat his own family on a daily basis- poor bugger- i am not sure why but all my little life i have just had an affinity with beasts and buzzards- i can remember laying on the ground when i was tiny and looking at ants, crying for hours when i found their graveyards... gosh any injustice to animals and i am an irate mess... more recently than the ants- an old junky was dragging this poor staffy of all places outside court- i was there in all my finery- and i forgot myself when this womans sqwarking hysterically at the poor little thing chain around her neck tail between her legs desperately trying to get away- lesson one with bec- press my buttons and your going to bloody know about it- the junky soon did. my beautiful dog jazz... who sort of taught me to swim, was amazing- she saved my life god knows how many times, killed a red belly black snake at my feet, then looked up at me like 'got cha back pine' cuddled me when i was in trouble- i still cry about her sometimes... she got cut in half by a cane train- Ruth-mention her name and i will start blubbering... a boxer my very good mate who my mum gave away without consulting me when she left home...(not a typo) if i was crying she would come and hassle me, with my cat lovely and they would both sit in front of me and howl and meow till i stopped. then she would smile. and her eyes would sparkle away- all proud of herself for making me laugh...seriously annoying if you want to have a good sook. arrrrooooouuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhoooooo and reooooowwwwwwwwwwwww at the same time. it annoyed me then (a decade ago) but i would kill for it now. ruth had an incredible vocab. favourite word- 'B.E.A.C.H' of course...luckily we lived accross the road from... these beaches are my earliest memory. or complete memory. i remember sitting in a pram on the point below... and i remember being carried down the 'secret' stair well to second... and being lifted over the waves by my old dad. when i go home i try to spend as much time here as possible... second which is my preference is pretty much empty all the time. idiot tourists. they cant be bothered walking back up the stairs... and they wonder why they are fat... anyway... moving on. she was a great dog ruthy-ma-guthy. and she never (that i know of) went to the beach by herself. well she DID as i later found out go to the butcher and baker alot by herself early in the morning...little shit... anyway shes gone now. back to my little border collie mate... if he was mine... getting scolded would be the least of his worries for chasing white cars... but hes not so... chase away my friend... just dont come whining to me when you get squashed.. i got issues about that. got to be nearly the last of them. i doubt all the rationalising in the world could make that go away........................................................ ............................................................ ......... this is where i spent most of my life- and this is where i call home. i could tell you stories for years about this place. i know the families that have been here for generations, and we travel through this life together somehow- i didnt realise until there were some deaths in the family- our community- just how close we are. i am away so much its hard to tell, i know, but if anyone from home calls me- i will be there. blow ins and johnny come latelys wax and wane- where ever i am in the world- i am still a local and i remember where i came from- this is my home. and one day i will return. berries make me drool. this is the meowing one i mentioned above with Ruthy... not meowing here...squashing my strawberries and sleeping twisted in figs...a present from ainslie for mums farm.... ... this still blows my mind. and i am starting to come around to the idea of pushing a few out again... hormones... what would the world be without them eh? crikey. (i miss steve irwin.... ) yum. these things are the way the truth and the light. my goodness. god would forgive me for saying that i think. (the christian god that supposedly gets upset about blasphemy anyway) what i wouldnt do for a good fig. seriously. i will have an orchard of them, all different kinds of them one day... for now we will have to settle for the ones biddy is sleeping in up there.
hummmmmm i really wanted to meet john seymour, but he died. ripe old age of 90, but still... i dig people like that. his obituary said that he was 'Writer, warrior, sailor, farmer, friend' he was so much more than these things as well... he was a great father and husband, he was a fine host, educator, innovator, he was funny, generous, talented, he could cook, fix things, make things, invent things...this list could go on... he was a fine man. i would LOVE to meet people like him, or that like his books. (he wrote 40- but i really like the fat of the land, the new complete book of self sufficiency and forgotten arts and crafts-) i love cooking, especially old family recipes...once i was visiting pa noble, and old boyfriends grandpa, old old man with a 3 legged dog, still working his property in colac victoria (he died a few years ago now) and he let me browse through his beloved dearly departed misseses (its an aussie thing) bookshelf... i found the most fantastic 3 inch thick book that was printed in about 1874- it was called something like 'mrs smiths housekeeping guide' it had been recovered and had the most intoxicating musky old book smell and was filled with fabulous old wisdom, recipes and instruction on everything a woman might need to know (to run a household that is...). i spent a lot of time sitting at the table by the fire, next to pa, reading this book- its cold in colac in winter- Pa told me that every new bride back in the day was given one of these books... (there was a later version that his lady got but i liked the ye olde one) how to set a table for a banquet, how much to pay your chimney sweep, gooseberry pie....mmmm ye olde.... like it too? bring it. i am into good music and all good art, good science and the homeostasis of the environment. i love my mother ocean and people that are dual citizens of the land and her. i laaaavvvve gardening... love gardeners. if your into any of those things we might just get on.... maybe........... oh if you have read 'ancient evenings' please please please say so.... has anyone on myspace read that bloody book. am i the only one?..... and anyone that likes this old bastard. (in case you dont know if you do, here are some of his thoughts... if you can see past the bastard aspects- he is well worth knowing. very very clever chap. http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/s/schopenhauer/arthur/e ssays/chapter7.html )
Music… it’s a constant in my life. my musical perception changes constantly too. I listen to the music on my ipod, the music in my head, the music of my environment, and that of the people and life around me…………………………………………………⠀¦~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I cannot make and record my own music (i write plenty but they go in the piles of writing and get forgotten) because I am a chicken shit. actually let me comment on that- when i sing i feel completely naked. i admire performers that can get up on stage and do it. maybe they dont feel the same, but when i sing, which i do everyday, tears stream down my face and i feel like its my spirit opening up and burning for all to see and hear. until recently i have been unwilling to show anyone at all this part of me. things are a bit different these days. today i have been making a cd for someone and i have cried almost all day singing along to it as i test its flow... bawling even now singing along to eva's cover.... gosh... its just too deep, to honest- and essentially- too beautiful... i couldnt bear it. even by myself i felt so ashamed of this sound that made me exist....its complicated.... but i am trying- really- and i think i will have it sorted out soon..... until then I rely on other musicians to create the soundtrack of my life. when I listen carefully to the words, to the way instruments are layered and how they are played I can almost reverse the process and feel the way they were feeling when they created it. a little while ago i was lucky enough to be living with some people that were recording in their studio so i got to see the process all the way though which helps, funnily enough, in the digestion and understanding of music. in that sense, I can identify with the creator and I am no longer alone in the shared or understood experience. Everything is better shared. Always.``````````````````````&&&&&&& amp;&&&&&&&&&&&& amp;&&&&&&&’’’’’’’ ’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’Al Green…. Brother can croon….. Eryka…. Shes cleva…….Chris Whitley~ it hurts its so good……Bernard Fanning….. should have been a shrink………… Beyonce could make anything sound good (how many people can say I love you 22 times without sounding nurotic?)………. If it wasn’t for Rage Against the Machine I would have killed someone long ago……….Van Morrison… writes songs like Michelangelo painted cathedrals………..Lauryn Hill…..is my alter ego……… Jeff and Tim Buckley are my lovers ...Ray Charles….. knows my yearning…… Etta James….poor darlin'….. Billie Holiday…so lovely - i love the little instrumental bits - ….….. Paula Cole with her amazon, Fiona Apple and her honey, Chris~ and his wild ox- make me wet.…… Nina Simone is my mother……..Elton John….still can make me cry….. the beach boys and jimmy buffett…. make me feel like I am at home………Bjork…. Is Icelandic for genius ……David Bowie …. Is my father…..I have had a crush on Mike Paton for wayyyyy too long……..Chocolate and Cheese never tasted as good as Weens…… Stevie Wonder…. Is another star……… Cold Chisel, crowded house and midnight oil are all porch and beer music at its best…….. Chris Isaac has got to stop playing wicked games….. Luscious Jackson know my thoughts too well- seriously it freaks me out……The Amazing Rythmn Aces are the amazing rythmn aces- if you can handle a little bit of country this is about as good as it gets- (try 'whispering in the night') ………Norah and I are great mates…….. Bob and the Wailers are immortal…… coldplay don’t have to get changed at my house……Radiohead- Thom in particular - make me feel like being a weirdo is cool- god and I will listen to them while we play chess.… songs like boobook, glory box, I shot the sheriff, beautiful (which one?), take me coco, blowers daughter, telephone line, good vibrations, flame trees, four seasons in one day, moonlight, H, summer breeze, drifting, epic, hallelujah (ninas, jeffs), no. 3, raining in baltimore, to zion, for wanting, what a fool believes, nights in white satin, talk show host, paranoid android, georgia and come rain or come shine, breaking the girl, As, get on top, seirra, pale september, - are excellent.@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@one thing I really dig about music is that it is much like the exploding universe, its just getting bigger and more complicated every second that passes in every form of reality and on every level. at no stage can it be fully understood, noone can own it, control it or even start to as much as they try. My brother (who has been playing guitar all my life- and has a few hundred excellent original songs- hes bloody amazing) used to talk about how he believed that music was something that would float around the cosmos until someone manifested the vibrations into a song or words (or art etc). I tend to agree with him. When I paint, or make something, I am trained to paint what I see or construct what i have created in my mind, but there is something else that creates the image or sculpture under my hand… its hard to explain but the creative process, i think, is not done independent of the world. when i hear beautiful music it draws patterns, lines and colours in my mind...it moves my spirit and my body. besides the vibration moving the speakers, sound is invisible - but its not- it can make a mass of people move- letters and notes have corresponding colours words and meanings which have vibrational and physical consequences....in this sense it is the reversal of the words and music in a piece of music that translates into an experience or emotion in my mind, that grants colour and depth and can make me cry or remember something long forgotten. i really dig it. i think without music and art i would have turned to dust a long time ago.................................. its when i spend time with my family that i realise how much its a part of my life. in fact. what my life would be without it. which is not a great deal. i learn from music like i do from books. i listen to the person that has the guts to reveal their heart and i listen to how they felt and dealt with their life. as we are all going through the same stuff as much as we dont like to admit it and music provides the conversations that i cant have with most people. 'so how did you really feel when you realised that you had completely fuct the most important moment of your life? be honest'..... in the lyrics of a song so much can be said that cannot be said in real life- you can speak in riddles and the interpretation of these mosaic words are not your responsibility.... but there is a meaning and purpose to the words. when i write its to express, to embody the significance of a moment in time, a person, a habit.... and even though i forget the melodys and the tune in my head i feel physicially lighter and like i understand this thing better because i could put words to it. like they belonged. its the strangest thing. when the words are in the right place... it feels like they actually were supposed to be there....i was thinking about this again last night while i watched the australian dramas- that they teach the viewers lessons on social rules and appropriate responces to the everyday things that they cover- and it dawned on me that because i never in my childhood watched these shows that 99.9% of kids watched that it being a primary sourse of social conditioning... i think i have worked out why i am so different to your average jo- crikey- i was listening to music! my mum used to play music, loud all the time- much like i do now- and my dad was always playing instruments (30- or more- teaching us how too) and singing silly rhymes to the dogs....'ohhhhhhhh jazzle is my razzle and i love her very muchhhh' hummmm it explains why i think about music so much... when i am thinking of a responce to a social situation its not a character on tele that reminds me- as i have noticed others behave much like neighbours characters a fair bit- its eric clapton, nina simone, ray, lauryn hill, etta ella .... is there a difference? hmmmm yes one is fictional. the other is the blood sweat and tears of someone that can express themself in a most beautiful way....... sometimes words are not needed. ludwig was good at that. actually classical, period, is good at that. but even just a string section at the right moment- a rhythm that reminds me of the way my heart beats when hes near me- a riff that sounds like something- depending on how you hear it- can convey such depth... i sit in my little house or my car and really really listen to music- its such a good thing to do... i met this fella, jali, recently, an african muso that was born into a a family that were the musicians of the tribe... had been for ever and a day... and this bloke was more than not playing- always- constantly- and not often saying words... just playing his instrument which i actually dont know what its called... and singing in harmony with it... all day and all night... he was goooooooood. and it facinated me. now i know why. as the cat empire says... music is the language of us alll.... some are just a little more fluent at understanding it and some are at expression.....probably why plastic pop is so lucrative. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no i am not a wanker... just thinking out loud.pretty la. this, to illustrate my point about music and imagery-reversed... sounds like- a string section holding a note for 3 seconds- why? fucks me. just does. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NB: whoever keeps breaking into my account and deleting sections-.... you must not have heard the saying 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....' you really dont want to fuck with me. i might look all peace love and mung beans but i bite-....i mean it. bugger off. (i did warn you) film. yes... good things. i watched sex & lucia again the other night- sensored sbs version, even then its still gold. good golly. all a bit much for little old me at the moment... but never the less there have been plenty of those sorts of flicks on the last few months.. arhhh sbs... what would i do without it? .............................i had just spent ages thinking about the beautiful movies i have seen in my life and then some prick deleted 5 sections of my page!... so let me see if i cant think of them all again....i am partial to a film made well. recently i saw a film named -water- it was delicious. crouching tiger hidden dragon and house of flying daggers. out of africa. (if i am honest anything with robert redford in it. but this film is special) the way we were- go barb. my heart (korean). central station (brasilian). city of god (brasilian). zanadu. the labrinth (i had a crush on david bowies character i think i still might come to think of it... mmmm) aussie flicks are great- i loved we of the never never- the boys- little fish- picnic at hangin rock... etc. they are almost always good. kiwis are great at it- whale rider of course and i cant remember the names of the other ones but almost always really really good bro. ummm some odd ones like: Aguirre, the Wrath of God- german flick about exploring the amazon with a psycho....i thought that children of paradise was nice- french flick- very long though... betty blue- french again- so good.... so so good. in the name of the father. this is spinal tap- ha. forrest gump- cinema paradiso. life is beautiful. motocycle diaries- might have something to do with the latin honey bunny playing che... no its just good. but he is good in y to mamma tambem too. of course if we are talking about men- than there is no higher than johnny- lord give me strengh- cuban flick that i always forget the name of... bloody um- not before sunrise- i hate ethan- no its- before night falls- johnny plays two parts- a transvestite and a cuban solider- and yes he is speaking spanish... its just all about the uniform. or the shape of it. don juan is great for that too... too much?? too bad. what else... Himalaya. one of the top 3 for me is the russian ark.... absolutely stunning. Boesman and lena- strange film set in africa- the princess bride- i have not seen that for about 15 years- so it might be crap. finding nemo. spirited away. kids movies are lovely- the little mermaid. i saw cold mountain again last night- jude law is a dick but hes pretty- and i cant help but like the movie... so tragic... i am a sucker for movies that make me cry- like beaches- the rose- what dreams may come. my girl... period drama is my thing and i am rather unapologic about it- (except i did seek approval at a dinner party recently for my love of pride and predudice....) the age of innocence was not bad...i love daniel day lewis- and i should not like it least of all admit it- but lolita- i really liked the sound of music... black orpheus. i still remember watching the last emperor when i was little- oh although its been slammed by the critics- memoirs of a geisha was a really beautiful film... my only complaint is that the cast were chinese... and even then they were great... monty python are genius and i grew up being baby sat by the life of brian and the meaning of life- fuck they are funny bastards... austin powers- hilarious. my allllllll time... the corniest these days but when i was 3 it was to shape the way i look at the world. and also influence a serious affinity with anything arthurian.... excalibur..... the very best bit- the charge though the orchard with the absolute ultimate in music- o fortuna- mmmmmm fabulous. wack the full version on in the car and drive the great ocean road... epic is almost an understatement... the cook the theif his wife and her lover. i dont know where i have found the time to watch these movies... but there are thousands more. the colour purple. fried green tomatoes. my life. arrhhhh i know its something to be ashamed of but screw it- i just watched robin hood prince of fricken theives.... i am a total sucker for heros like Ned Kelly (a distant relative) and Robin of Locksley... very dear to my heart. Heros are not made of pretty boys that can make women swoon- they are men that are built of honour and integrity- their goal is not so much to protect themselves but to protect the people that they love- or are loved by. needed by. and at least in the movies...they are passionate about and deeply motivated by their love for their woman. and i respond to that. i am moved by their stories. and i search for our heros. very few men possess even a trace of true heroism. and so i source my need for this type of man from the myths and legends that tell their story and how much we need them so well. right now i am watching legends of the fall... a reluctant hero but one all the same... problems seem to arise when a man like that is suppressed. or perhaps gone wild. interesting. i find it fascinating how these rare and remarkable creatures, male and female, though needed- are feared and others turn away from them. i wonder, is it the fear of these people that cause them to shy away from their inner voice- or is it a fear of themselves in this society- their power- their ability to change the world... DOGVILLE- wow- now that is a film. just saw 50 first dates- and somehow i avoided it for a few years- it was sweet as pie... the last bit on the boat in the icebergs might be the bit that made me like it- but then... it was pretty sweet.
mmmm SBS is the best channel on earth (they keep winning the award for it). i wish they had a music show... oh boy oh boy o boy. there is an idea...
reading.... bit of a problem at the moment...(a problem because the only thing i have energy to focus on after my day is myfuckinspace for an hour while i am watching tele and thinking about food) this is my favourite thing to do. well- solitary thing to do- well- its good shared too- but thats none of your business.... i have read and written so many blinking words in the last 5 years i think i have reached a quota limit for now.. ( written outside uni maybe half to three quarters of a million or more- in uni- crikey.... no idea-maybe the same or a little less. or more. i dont know anymore) but i have no idea how many words i have read- books i have read... some that come to mind are... day of the triffids, king solomons mines, ancient evenings, 1000 days in venice, clan of the cave bear, fat of the land, i love science fiction. isacc of course. i love beautifully written books like memoirs of a geisha. books that i learn from- like john seymours books... i like text books with pictures. i really really really dont like my law text books. they are so expensive- i have spent more on law text books than i have on clothes my whole life- how is it possible? one they are ridiculously expensive- so much so that i cannot ever afford to get all the text books for a subject- i just have to guess which one will be most informative- and second i cant and never have been able to afford new clothes- second hand stores, markets, hand me downs. besides the occasional bargain- and the discount rack- new clothes and things are not something i know well. and over my lifetime the amount of money i have spent on clothing is really quite trivial. i guess what my friends say is something i should be thankful for- being able to look decent in a hesian bag that is. so the analogy isnt, in truth, that difficult to grasp. sorry if its a bit depressing. i like reading different philosophy, history and medical science stuff. WAIT- hold it i have found a book that everyone should read. Parenting for a Peaceful World- yeah yeah i dont have kids, but i will and as the author of this book said to me- 'I bet the souls that are deciding to come and be your children one day are delighted to hear from you.' what a nice thing to say... i hope its true. i look around and see 'parents' with kellogs licences (off the side of their corn flakes packet)... bloody ridiculous! its the most significant job we will ever undertake in our lives yet we pretend that its not going to happen, until it does and than 'manage'... ? huh? if i am spending 6 years at uni to be a lawyer and a scientist by golly its not that much to ask for a few years of planning and thought about what kind of mother i want to be, how i want my children to live their childhoods- and what kind of family i want to build- and with whom... i hear the students/people around me saying... 'i will learn it on the job... i am at uni/ im young and fancy free and wanna have fun' ... fine! have your fun.. just read this book. buy it from...http://www.our-emotional-health.com/book.html its cheap. i cant seem to put down john seymours books again... so so good. the simple living guide. the rise and fall of the third chimp... power, purpose and principal... um.. organic gardening in australia... Allain de Bottons books and docos...i like magazines- what can i say- i like pictures- and if i could afford it i would subscribe to VOGUE- oh how i can live vicariously for so long is beyond me- but somehow i do- Donna Hay- woman can cook- and she makes everything look so pretty i just cant help myself- i go without food to buy it- to look at food... hummm... anyway.... New Scientist of course- as i am- after all a scientist- almost- Gardening Australia- Grass Roots- Earthwatch Institute magazines inspired me as a 17 year old to think that perhaps one day i could do something so important for us all. and 8 years later... i love reading scientific journals- believe it or not after a few years- you can actually understand these things- and for that matter legal articles and funnily enough they are often interesting especially ones written by former prime ministers like paul keating and our high court judges like Justice Kirby- very smart chaps indeed. i like beautifully printed photographic books. when i lived in melbourne, again poor, but so enchanted by the beauty of the place- i couldnt do much- but i could go to borders book shop on chapel street- which was a sort of cruel contradiction of sorts- never the less, i would go there and wander around the massive shelves of thousands and thoudsands of wonderful books on everything, through the rows and rows of magazines and journals from around the world- the news papers from all over the world and gather a great big arm full, with which i would make my way to the cafe in the middle, usually- (one thing i am strangely lucky with is getting good seats- it is infrequently that i get on a bus and someone is in the best seat, which in case you dont know is the one at the front left in australia, the drivers are usually lovely, the large windscreen is like a giant TV, you can still see the TV when they show the movies- and your far away from the toilet- plus you can put some clothes over the bar in front and stretch your legs over it and get a decent sleep- the leg room is bigger usually too- the only problem is having to rise at the midnight stops to let people on and off- long plane trips i find a spare seat beside me to curl up on, i dont know why but i am pretty unlucky in everything else and i expect nothing less from life- but my faviourite table- its usually spare- my mum says when i turn my nose up at suburbia- 'bec if everyone had the same taste as us, they would all be living where we want to live-' perhaps its just that i have different criteria for table selection) a well lit and privately aspected table would await me- i would get a coffee- as i wanted to aquire the taste for it and i would sit for hours and hours and read all of the material i collected. some days i would read entire books. in one sitting. with one coffee. as it was all i could afford. as poor as i was i felt very rich after one of these days. it gets dark early in winter i melbourne so i would find my way out of the store, glassy eyed and tired from my adventures- vicarious or not- and into the cold rainy night i would wander- tram-a few km walk in the rain home- light the fire i built that morning next to my bed- to bed to read one of the many books scattered around me. until i fell asleep to dream the most complicated and confusing dreams. i would see faces i had never seen before. meet them, know them, love them... and then i would miss them until they actually manifested in my life- as they have so many times.... we manifest life. i have no doubt in my mind that we have at least 10% influence over our lives... rant rant rant... myspace is not for friends- its for ranting!!! i love ranting- blar blar blar.
Sir David Attenborough.... Steve Irwin.... Deepa Meeta... the CWA ladies.... Aussie Farmers!!! stop knocking yourself off- WE NEED YOU- we will sort it out!!!!! ..... my professor jones....