my fingers are not as long, nor as skinny, as kate moss'

[warning: this post contains text about six feet under, particularly the episode shown this week. it also contains text about chimney sweeping.]
okay. i am coming down to the wire with my thesis. i cancelled an appointment with my supevisor today so i can write. my days are messy; yesterday the chimney sweep plus my mother managed to combine and suck all the hours from my window of opportunity between school-drop-off at 9am and pick-up at 3.30pm. the hours fly, as they are now. and i have no excuse about blogging do i. the chimney sweep is not making me do it. but i have to have the right mental state in place to sit and write and think clearly about structure and flow and coherence. to be coherent is extremely difficult.
and here i am blogging. i've painted my nails bright red, which is something i don't usually do. toenails, yes. fingernails, no. but i wanted to approximate the kate moss look, you know girls, when she has short nails, but they are red. and they look fucking awesome with her long, skinny fingers. my fingers are not as long, nor as skinny, as kate moss'. it's funny how much i want to put another s after moss' like this: moss's.
to business.
three words.
SIX






FEET











UNDER.








you will just have to indulge me for the next seven weeks, because for the moment, sfu is my obsession. hear me? obsession.
it's come like a godsend back into my life. there was such a long break between seasons i thought it was lost to me forever. i'd seen it in the video shops but it didn't seem to have the correct shows. then out of the blue, it returns.
for me, sfu is unlike any other show i've ever watched. and i've seen a lot.
so, no big brother [used to watch it and like it until it got too skanky], no survivor, no amazing race. we do watch desperate housewives, and prison break and medium. and neighbours.
neighbours, i love. prison break is ok. like, just ok. not great, but there are characters i do enjoy, such as teabag is just such a thigh-grindingly creepoid. desperate housewives is good for watching bree and lynette, but the others are wearing thin. medium is great but i always feel it should have gone for another hour, and the endings can feel rushed and a bit pat.
last night we watched our taped episode of six feet under. nate and brenda seemed to reach a rapprochement, so i'm hoping that will be the end of the tension. maggie came to dinner with george; i really wonder what the maggie character will do.
seems david and keith are going to adopt a boy who has an older brother as well. we haven't met the brother but there's promise that he might be difficult. but david and keith are getting on so well, i LOVE the dynamic between them. the tender looks, the graceful bowing to each other's preferences.
billy is such a pathetic character, it is so hard to watch; his neediness and his on-the-brink-of-panic is so replusive. claire has such a good head on her shoulders, she is strong and she knows what she will and won't put up with. you can see she can't stand to be near him, and when she was tricked into seeing him not once, but twice, and the second time with the assistance of his mother, you couldn't blame her for just running away from the restaurant when she said she was going to the toilet.
george and ruth looked at a house, in an interesting area of town that is near the market and something else, a museum or gallery? ruth's face looks lighter and george is so loving with her. there was a very subtle after-sex scene, where she looked particularly harrowed and you just knew she had done it for him.
rico spoke about vanessa's private business behind her back to the principal of the kids' school and another mother; a transgression that was unforgivable and completely killed any chance of them getting together. i love the way rico speaks; he is so solemn and precise, and uber courteous. it's delicious.
and finally, a bit of closure about lisa and her death. i was wondering whether it would be mentioned again. it came up in the context of brenda thinking maya should be being told about her "first mommy" and nate was feeling rushed about it. then it all came out, his feelings about the way lisa died, that she'd been having an affair with her brother-in-law, and, shockingly, the thought nate has obviously been nursing that perhaps maya is not his biological child. this is something i had never considered, and brenda said they were also things that she had never thought of.
each episode is so full. i am going to be so bereft when it finishes. unlike arrested development and curb your enthusiasm i feel i have invested so much emotion in this show, in the characters and the stories. they are like family, my family. never has a show so thorougly moved into my mind and taken up residence before.

old soldiers make me cry. everytime.

we weren't planning to go yesterday, to the anzac march. when i was a kid, me and my friends used to mock the old soldiers, pretending to be them, limping along with spastic hands to the beat of a drum. we thought we were really funny.

somehow, princess and i found ourselves there, right up the front, watching the old soldiers, and the young, marching past. there were oldies in classic jags and rollers, even one in a khaki nissan pintara. i think the tears come from the misguided belief that these old men fought for a people, a country. when in fact they were young and strong, and as much a hot-headed bastard as any.

the best moment for me was when the wrans passed [army nurses], elderly and soft-looking plump ladies with white gloves and faded hair. as they marched by, there were several wolf-whistles from the crowd, which made everyone smile.

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on monday, princess said to me:

we learnt about gallipoli at school today. we won! we won! aha! aha! [and she made the movement, you know the 'we rock' type movement that kids do, with the arms in circles in front of their body, like a victory dance]

it took me a second to realise she was talking about the turks, and that she was one of them.

then yesterday she said, we were fighting on the british side. and i realised she was talking about we as australians.

what an interesting perspective for her.

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of course, i met her father in 1990 when i travelled to turkey to go to the 75th anniversary commemoration at gallipoli. i met her dad on the very day we travelled down to the peninsula, the 24th of april. i arrived at the site with my friends at around 4am and found good spots right at the front of the fenced off entrance, where the diggers would walk to their seats for the service. as they started coming, just before dawn, each one accompanied by a young australian or new zealand soldier, the crowd clapped and cheered. old men were brandishing their walking sticks, and grinning at the crowd. i couldn't do anything other than clap, and cry. and take lots of photos. i had tears flowing down my face. i shook bob hawke's hand, and hazel's. i was surprised by his soft grip. we listened to the last post bugle, we listened to the speeches, which i couldn't hear very well. the sound system was crap. but it didn't matter. i'd seen the old boys, and then later as we trundled around various cemeteries and monuments we saw a bus of the old soldiers leaving the area. there they were, small and still excited, waving out of the bus windows at us as they passed.

gallipoli is close to my heart for various reasons*. but i'll never forget the first time i read the words of ataturk, on one of the memorials. it still tugs at the heart-strings:


Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us, where they lie, side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have become our sons as well.


* not least the fact i got touched up by a turk in one of the trenches.

only eight eps to go of six feet under, don't read it if you don't want to know some stuff

six feet under would have to be one of my favourite shows of all time.
i think when it finishes, i will need the dvd collection. i will miss it, the show, and the people.
check out the hbo website to remind yourself of what has happened thus far, and after this week's episode where nate bashed the blue bird (of happiness?) to death with a broom at his surprise 40th birthday party, i just don't know that it will all be ok in the end.
i know the creator Alan Ball has tried to keep it realistic and resisted some writers wanting to break up relationships so they can write new things. he said
sometimes i exercise veto power. for the longest time there was a lot of energy behind splitting david and keith up and letting david move on, because there was concern that keith was not a good partner for him... i fought that. i just felt that this is what these characters are going through, this is what will solidify them as a couple. a lot of times writers get bored: 'i want a new doll to play with.' i think what's more interesting is trying to maintain a relationship with somebody who's so different. what i'm interested in is seeing these two men who are basically good people with different pathologies trying to make them work... no this show is not about moving on and getting the next new exciting thing to happen. this show is about what it is like to remain in a relationship. this show is about what it is like to remain alive while other people die. you stick it out. you don't just jettison and move on.
[taken from the age green guide, april 13, p.16]






what is going to happen to claire and billy? actually, i think claire can take care of herself. in which case, what is going to happen to billy?







is claire ever going to make things up with ruth? they are so hating each other right now.







david and keith have been getting on so well. are they going to get their baby and be happy?








how significant will george's daughter maggie be? was i imagining a frisson or two between her and nate? he was leaning in for a kiss at his party, was he not?







will we ever find out anything more about lisa? it seemed to jump from when her brother-in-law confessed to nate and then shot himself. that was the end of the season, and then this season there seemed to be a gap, or is that just me?








i just love that kitchen. this isn't a question or a loose end. it's just a statement. i love that kitchen.







will rico and vanessa get back together?










will ruth ever be happy again? will george be ok. a heartbreaking scene this week, involving him and his mother. truly one of the saddest things i have ever seen on film.
and finally:










will nate fucking get his shit together and make a life with brenda? she's already feeling insecure, she has done really well to pull herself together, she's pregnant again after a traumatic miscarriage the day before their wedding. why does he seem to keep repeating the pattern, and behaviour, of a commitment phobe? he's done it all along. is this going to be his fate?
and really, did nate die during season two? is it going to be like some sort of inverted bobby ewing thing or the sixth sense all over again? are they going to fuck with our minds?

the squid and the whale. if you don't want to know about the movie, then don't read this post. there's also a bit at the end, don't read that too.

if you've ever been touched by divorce, i recommend this movie, the squid and the whale. it's harrowing in parts but deftly done. and it has the added bonus of a baldwin, thrown in, along with laura linney, jeff daniels and the rest.

my parents divorced when i was about 14. there's a scene in the movie when the parents sit the kids down to tell them, and the anguish on the younger brother's face made me remember my own situation. my parents sat me and my brother down on the couch to tell us. i can recall my inner voice screaming, no, no, no. i knew it was coming, i knew what they were about to say. the younger brother in the movie also knew, and his face screws up with tears, even before they speak the words.

i remember looking out our loungeroom window to where my younger sister was doing cartwheels on the grass. i remember thinking she's so lucky, she doesn't know yet.

then a generation later, a lifetime later, princess and ali and me are sitting on my bed. we are telling her that we are going to get divorced. i still feel bad about it. but there was nothing else we could do. it was just too hard and we were just too miserable.

i used to tell people that my parents breaking up was the best thing for all of us. that i couldn't have gotten to know each of my parents as individuals had it not happened. that we would have all been mired in misery had they not split.

now i'm not so sure. i feel damaged by it and everything that followed. what if they could have pushed through that? would things have gotten better? would our family still be intact now?
would i have still gone and married such an Unsuitable Man?

my sister and i saw this film last night. then we went and had a coffee in a place with booths on chapel street.

we talked about my dad and her eyes were red-rimmed. she asked me what i think will happen with him in the future, whether we will all become estranged from him. it's been like a slow-motion event, this growing apart? how can you maintain a relationship, a bonded meaningful relationship, with your father when you don't see him that often, and his wife is not your mother?

too many questions. i like movies that make me think.

the other one we were possibly going to see was a french one with with monica and gerard, which looked like a variation on indecent proposal. in the preview it had monica on gerard's lap, as his wife, as he caressed her breast and asked another man, what is she worth, for you to compensate me for my pain, etc etc, in losing her. this other man is rich and presumably he will pay gerard for his wife, who seems to be a prostitute? and without having seen the movie, i think they are in cahoots to do the man out of his $4mill. but you get to see her breasts side on, as she is lying on her back. they absolutely defy gravity.

am i a real dope?

ok, this is one of those cotton-type posts where you get to vote.

yesterday, when i said i dropped a bag of dope into the caulfield police station, i was not jesting, dear readers.

in the garden, right under princess' bedroom window, we found a large jetstar bag filled with a huge quantity of hydroponic-type organic stuff, which reeked of something other than garden herbs.

i could see the little star-shaped leaves. all dried up. i could see the heads.

it had been wrapped, taped and tossed over the fence. so it seems.

these were the options:

1. try to sell

2. keep to smoke

3. throw in bin

4. throw in bin up the street

5. give to friends

6. hand in to police.

now before we go any further, i must explain john was home from work, organising some plumbing. so, we had the fatherly greek plumber out there as well. in the garden, near the bag of dope. in fact they kind of found it together.

"that looks like marijuana" said the greek plumber, in his accented english. "is it yours?"

"does it?" said john. he has never seen it before. "no, it's not mine!"

"well, i'm going to throw it away, whatever it is," said john and came inside to show me.

i was sitting at the dining table, thesising. i stuck my world-weary head in the bag and smelled the smell. it had been a long while, my friends. i picked out great clumps of the stuff and looked at it closely.

"i'm pretty sure that's dope, honey," i said.

then we had a conversation about what to do with it. options 1,2 and 5 were out of the question. we are fine, upstanding citizens.

the complication was, dear friends, i think this house has been a hydro house in a past life. when we moved in, there were (and still are) holes in the ceilings of the three kids' rooms, some patched some just left. holes arranged in such a way that they form a large rectangle across the ceilings. also, we found a circular hole sawed into the floorboards in a corner of one of the rooms. just left there, with the carpet over the top. so anybody's ankle could go through it.

so i had my suspicions. also, wondered how the young landlord/developer got so rich to be able to own this house, as well as three neighbouring houses. how come his father knows what marijuana looks like?

i don't think there's necessarily any connection between this house's past life, and this bag o' dope in our garden. a coincidence? BUT i didn't want it in our bin. garbage is not collected until monday and there may not be one next monday.

i also didn't want it in another bin in case someone came looking for their dope. i don't want to be in the middle of a drug war, or similar. i wanted it on record that we'd found it, and handed it in. [stop it! i can hear you groaning.]

so i called the police station. spoke to a cop and he said to bring it in. i said i didn't want to drive with it in my car. (we are talking a lot of stuff here. like a small pillow's worth, from my elbow to fingers long at least and a foot wide. think grass clippings in a large plastic bag, several handsful. this was not some "youth stash". this was a big business delivery or something like that gone wrong. it was at least half a kilo)

the police man said to put it in the boot, and gave me his name in case i got stopped.

i drove it to the station and took it in, and handed it in.

i told another officer about the house, how we found it in the garden. he was going to call the agent, he said it sounds like the house was used at some stage for that kind of operation, that electricity would have been re-routed, as it costs thousands. and that's what they do.

i said to him "look, i've got three kids. we've done the right thing here. i don't want my door kicked down in the middle of the night by police. i don't want my kids scared. if anyone wants to come and look at the house, they're welcome. just make an appointment."

he said that shouldn't happen.

great.

oh, and i got a receipt. which very drily says i do not wish the good returned. it's not a wallet with money or a gold ingot we're talking about here. and it has written in the property description section '1 x bag "marijuana" '

not happy about those quote marks. when i asked the officer what will happen with it, he looked me right in the eyes and said "it'll be destroyed."

"rubbish," said my friend on the phone today, "they'll sell it."

the other funny thing was my palms were itching like mad yesterday morning. and that's stopped.

easy come, easy go.

so, now you get to vote.

1. we are idiots.

2. we did the right thing.

be honest. i don't mind. we know we did the right thing, but what would you have done?

an ordinary life

what do i do all day i hear you ask?

well here are some of today's activities, in no special order:




organise a chimney sweep. hope he has a top hat and is older than four years old.









do several lots of dishes. it just never ends.








collect the mail.











drop off a large bag of dope to the caulfield police station.








then take the library books back.





do some thesis. please don't make insensitive comments about my man hands. i'ts always been a touchy subject with me.







blog








procrastinate










"take a break"









do the school run once. only once though because john is at home today.







which means i can do some more of my thesis.









make some calls.










read the paper.





talk about what to have for dinner.









do a couple of loads of washing.











tell gigi she's a good girl.

this is a very old picture of her, but it's so cute. it's the gigilove.

















watch neighbours.





and that about wraps up my day.

by the way, we are having a bbq.

arrested development, arrested life.

i know i'm slow. i've been studying with my head in books for the last two years, plus being romantically inclined along with everything else in my little life.
did everyone know about this show, arrested development?
we have just finished watching the first two seasons on dvd. i love it. it makes me laugh out loud which is not easy to do. all the characters are wonderful, they all amuse me. it's too hard to break down, but it is so funny.



the other thing we love love love is larry david's curb your enthusiasm. also, hello, did everyone else know about this too?

what else is there i might have missed? once i've got my thesis in i'm happy to commit to almost anything requiring a lot of dedicated time input. but it has to be really really good. no dross. my life is too short.
so we watched arrested development to fill in time while waiting to get a hold of curb your enthusiasm season 5. now i'm hooked on arrested and there's only one more season at the video shop; so tell me please. where am i going to get my laughs in the next 6 weeks once we have finished watching these?
only funny suggestions please. i need to laugh.

always live in hope

that's what jacqueline gillespie would write in the front of copies of her book, when she signed them for people. in my copy that i've got here [that pic above is from google-image] she's underlined the always. she didn't sign if for me, i got it in a second-hand bookshop for $15. it's a good read. like a lot of women who married muslim men, i went through a stage of being somewhat perversely attracted to reading all the horror stories, of kidnappings and abuse, of running away across mountains with your child strapped to your back type stuff. of confiscated passports and threats along the lines of "you can leave, but the children stay with me."

i am so happy for jacqueline and her daughter, shah. to be reunited after 14 years, of waiting and wondering and no contact. she would send them birthday and christmas presents and videod messages, and never hear anything back. as far as i know, for 14 years, she never heard anything back. how awful that must have been. to think that people might be brainwashing your daughter and son, telling them bad things about you, that you don't love them anymore.

just not knowing.

shah was kidnapped at the age of 6, so little and vulnerable. and needing her mummy so much. now she's 20. we still need our mum, for as long as they are alive.

and this is what her father had to say, the malasian prince:

It's only natural that she wants to visit her mother.
She is a big girl now, going to be 21.
She wants to be with her mother, so what is there for me to say?

so in his mind what he did was perfectly ok. it was so cruel and heartless. i wonder what he's done to the son, iddin. why doesn't iddin want to see his mother?

it broke my heart to read the book, and now i feel a sort of joy, but also like i want to cry.

great heaving racking sobs.

what is it about mothers and daughters?

"it twirled up!"

a few posts back i had something going where i was trying to remember my most favourite movie moments.

i just remembered another.

it was postcards from the edge, starring meryl streep and shirley maclaine. meryl plays the daughter and shirley the mother. the book was written by princess leia, carrie fisher, whose mother was debbie reynolds, in real life. there's some funny mother-daughter moments and the quote in question comes at a point in the movie where meryl-as-carrie is accusing shirley-as-debbie that she (shirl) would always steal the limelight.

and the dialogue ran something like this. i'm paraphrasing wildly, from memory, haven't seen it for years:

m: even at my 9th birthday party you had to steal the show, didn't you. why did you have to get up there and sing and dance in front of all my friends? it was so embarrassing, you were always wanting the spotlight, always getting all the attention. and then doing that dance, and spinning so your dress went up and everyone could see you had no underwear on

s: it twirled up!!!

[maybe i'll watch this again and write down the quote and post here so we can laugh at how far off i was.]

well i've done it, i've just gone and done it

yesterday i bought a piano.

i have never bought a piano before in my life. i am very excited. princess starts lessons at school next tuesday and i am going to ask her teacher if she will give me classes.

i have always wanted to play the piano

you know how often people say that? it's like some magical, unobtainable thing, to be able to play the piano.

i got it from a tuner who restores and sells pianos. lois, an old friend of my mother's, recommended him. me and the kids drove down to carrum yesterday and len showed me three to choose from. he was in his fifties, had large and dirty hands, cause he has a workshop out the back. he puts new bits and pieces in the pianos and it has been a family business since 1912. he talks about them like they are alive. things like:

a piano does well with having its lid left open

and

a piano will just settle into any spot you pop it

he understood when i told him i wanted princess to love her piano, take it with her when she grows up and leaves home, that it will be an heirloom that she will have in her family long after i am gone. i also told him that i wanted to give her the opportunity to have what i didn't have, the potential to perhaps play gorgeously like him. to be able to sit down at an instrument and play.

i'm sure my mum asked if i wanted lessons.

nup, i probably said. ungrateful beast. i was all about netball and skateboards.

so there were three pianos in a little shed. he said they were all good instruments, all with iron frames and so sound they would all last another couple of generations at least.

1. a mendelsson from about 1918, made in america that a piano teacher had used for lessons. this was an upright grand, in a gorgeous cabinet with very special features, such as a gorgeous little key, a large music stand, and a practice pedal that you can use to mute the volume. superb burnished walnut i think he said.

2. a ronaldi piano, about the same vintage i think, in the teens, made in germany but after the name of an italian composer/musician. this had been used in a church. it had some brass features and a floral carving. it was cute but it didn't grab me. princess of course was drawn to this one.

3. a foster & co, made in america, around 1926. this was used for playing jazz. it's high and it's a darker wood, matt finish, like a solid oak or something, i really don't know my woods that well. this also has a large sheet music rest. grand and satisfying. with a history. it looks like a pilgrim's piano, i don't know why i think that. it is austere and imposing, yet with really simple lines - i loved it.

so number one was 4k and the others 3k. my budget stretched to 3, so the upright grand was out of the question. really, no truly. mmm...

so we were to choose between church and jazz. can you see where i'm going here?

len sat down, first at the mendelsson. he played a gorgeous piece, it was bright and airy.

the church piano he played amazing grace and i almost cried. he plays beautifully.

at the jazz piano of course he played a piece full of jazz riffs. i was sold. my dad is the jazz man incarnate, and even though i'm not sure if he still plays, he might have some sheet music and i really see myself learning to play. i can taste it.

so we stepped outside to talk business and the kids jumped on, one piano each.

sounds like a modern piece, muttered len with a smile.

so piano is arriving tomorrow afternoon, i am so so excited. my mum is coming around saturday morning with her classical sheet music to potter on it.

and i really won't mind if princess, as is her fickle way, decides piano is not for her. she can keep it and have it and i'm sure she will enjoy the luxury of just having a piano.

sundry literary matters - easton ellis, dbc pierre and whoever writes the funny political sidebar in the age, oh misha schubert

i am being a good girl and reading the next book on the list for ms fits' bookclub.

well i hope it's the new book. i can't quite see where it's confirmed, anyway i purchased ludmila's broken english and am reading it. i look forward to being able to say something about it, unlike the last one, which i committed to, and then forgot.

i'm also excited because a friend has bought be lunar park by bret (two ts or one? methinks one) easton ellis (two ls or one? can't be fucked checking). but it might take a while for it to migrate from northcote down south. we don't see each other alot.

THEN today i chuckled when i read the following, inspired by the love-fest that our parliamentary members have been enjoying recently, with a visit from tony blair:

"Like a minx basking in the afterglow of its romp with Tony Blair, Parliament yesterday laid back and lit a metaphoric cigarette." (page 9, today's age.)

speaking of tony blair, hearing part of his speech on the radio made me think, does he really believe what he is saying or is he that good an actor? i just don't understand. he sounds so convincing when he talks about the evil of terrorism. as if it is something simpler than oppression + hopelessness = death. was this the equation? i can't find the article i clipped just at the moment. but it amuses me, and saddens me, that the flawed human capacity for choosing perspective, or even only being able to have one perspective means that love for one, is hate for another; freedom fighting for one is terrorism for another; sage green for one is gold for another.

so don't tell me i'm not connected here, that i'm living an inauthentic life. repeat after me, yes i am authentic, yes we are authentic.

I resent the shallowness of the critics who say that if you sit in front of a computer and participate in online conversations worldwide you are not leading an authentic life. I question the premise that one person can judge the authenticity of another person's life. Millions of people passively watch television all day long. Don't tell me that having an email relationship with someone on the other side of the world is less authentic than sitting alone and watching the tube. For many people, this new medium is a way of breaking out of the virtual world they already live in. [Howard Rheingold]

you go, howard. that's all i can say.

does anyone know anything about buying a second-hand piano

i will love you forever if you can give me any tips on how to get one of these


[something is wrong with my pic upload. just imagine a piano in this spot here]


and if anyone can give me a tip on why i can no longer seem to upload pictures like i used to, i will double love you forever.

hope you are all really well.

new enterprises

i have started two new blogs. you will see them linked to the right.

one is under the food heading, it's my own place to talk about food. it is not reviews, which is done in a collectively marvellous way at we do chew our food.

so i present to you food musings. i'd love you to take a look and let's start a discourse about food. you know you want to.

i repeat, i will not be in direct competition with that lot, of which i am one. but i have been wanting to do a food thing for a while, and now is the time. you know, now that i have to really be concentrating on my thesis, focused and really committed. what better time?

in that vein, the slowly-beating one which pumps with my commitment to my thesis, i also announce the other, other new blog.

this one is where i hope people can answer questions i seem to have every day, about mundane household-y things. and i hope people will also ask questions. and that other people will then answer those questions, so that in about five years we will have all the questions in the world, about how to really get a shower clean without using chemicals, and what's the best way to shape a lavender bush, along with all the answers in the world. we will have presidents visiting this blog to check the archives and find out the best way to remove semen from close-weave fabric.

grandiose? absolutely. frivolous? maybe. useful? undoubtedly.

so, see you at big tips for all those questions and answers. that we all have. don't we?

i have started a new blog

and i can't seem to publish, it tells me there's an error and this is what is says:

001 java.io.IOException: EOF while reading from control connection

can someone please help me??

thanks x

Mad Max meets Margot Fonteyn. With duck.

the title of this post must be credited to this article, in the age today.

i haven't watched the opening ceremony, we have it on tape and i think we might get to have a look at it, oh around about friday night?

but i did read they sang (the people at the g and the people along the mighty yarra*.) the two first verses of the national anthem. which doesn't surprise me, but it made me realise it's time to EXPOSE the national anthem for what it is, bust open this whole charade, baby. it's a fucking scam, don't you know? you think it's just a fairly simple and inoffensive piece, do you? is it more the drudge of the music it's sung to, that you don't like?

have you read the whole national anthem?

[verses two, four and five are rarely sung. i really can't see why. what's wrong with a bit of british imperialist arrogance along with some aggressive warmongering???]

verse 1 - this is the fairly innocuous verse you only know the words to if you are under 15.

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We've golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature's gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history's page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia fair!"

verse 2 - this is where we learn about this great country's history. forget about the millennia before cook. that doesn't count.

When gallant Cook from Albion sail'd,
To trace wide oceans o'er,
True British courage bore him on,
Till he landed on our shore.
Then here he raised Old England's flag,
The standard of the brave;
With all her faults we love her still,
"Britannia rules the wave!"
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"
verse 3 - this is the one which again seems ok. it's a trick though, don't get sucked in.

Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
We'll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who've come across the seas
We've boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"
verse 4 - here we go again. here we are saying the only people we want to come and share this country are enligsh, scottish and irish. in other words fuck off everyone who is not anglo-celtic. just fuck off!

While other nations of the globe
Behold us from afar,
We'll rise to high renown and shine
Like our glorious southern star;
From England, Scotia, Erin's Isle,
Who come our lot to share,
Let all combine with heart and hand
To advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

and verse five, this is where we get tough. we are being very proprietorial, ironically of a land whose original people we had to conquer in order to posses. and now we are saying, just forget that we did it, don't you think of doing it. ironic, yes? and then we're saying we will fight to guard this land, and then our people back in britain know we are keeping a british soul. so that's the argument about national identity and what it means to be an australian done then. you can all stop thinking about it, and debating it over dinner. it was already decided and you just weren't told about it.

Shou'd foreign foe e'er sight our coast,
Or dare a foot to land,
We'll rouse to arms like sires of yore
To guard our native strand;
Britannia then shall surely know,
Beyond wide ocean's roll,
Her sons in fair Australia's land
Still keep a British soul.
In joyful strains the let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

so basically any time you sing this song, or parts of it, you are acknowledging and accepting all this shit.


DON'T SING IT.
let's get it changed. how do we do that?

ps do you think the 'fair' in the song refers to beauty or justice?

* why are we so embarrassed and apologetic about the yarra. yeah it's muddy, so the fuck what? it's like we are cringing because it's not a crystal clear type of english merry brook. and it's not. because we are in a different country. it's not england. for fuck's sake.

bloggers can bbq too

we walked through the park. it was so fucking hot. we kept seeing tall black people in traditional nigerian dress.

"are the bloggers black?" asked the smallest of the children with us?

"no, we don't think so" we quipped.

we had told the kids in the car that this picnic was with our blogger friends. of course they had asked "who's going to be at the bbq?" so we had to explain. princess doesn't like the word "bloggers" for some reason and i can't remember what she said to call ourselves. i'll get back to you.

finally we found elaine and fungoir and settled in. they're not black. not that there's anything wrong with that.

and then, in no particular order:

the kids had a water fight and then i bought them an ice cream each, from the second mr whippy van that turned up, because the first one wasn't authentic enough. we lolled on rugs, fluffy was just as i imagined and i kept wanting to hug her. elaine was wearing a cute smocky-type of top that i think i heard someone say she made herself. admiration high. i played croquet with cotton and clokes. i lost twice and cotton won both games. sublime was there, with funky red earrings and a tub of delicious shredded pork swimming in white lard that you had to scrape off, it was a larrousse fantasy come true! a few other people were there, fungoir and rowena, can't remember the others. no i didn't drink ALL of my wine. we waited for scarlett, who went to the wrong park. nevermind, next time! the ants got into cotton's bread and his mango was still uncut when we left. i wonder what happened to that mango? oh yes fluffy had her dog but not tiny man. she'd also brought her boots to play footy but no one had a ball. but the croquet and frisbee got a lot of use. we had african music, and fried haloumi. chops and sausages from algerian-french peoples. cotton didn't wear the white shoes but he did brandish a pair of funky original "swimmers" and talked about going to the fitzroy pool.

"when does the fitzroy pool close?" he asked the group.

"oh, 1987" was cloke's witty answer.

it was a good day. fluffy apologised to me about swearing in front of princess. i told her that my language can be bad and sometimes princess hears me. oh, mother's guilt. but to make fluffy feel better, later that night, after we'd read a few pages of harry potter 4, and the light was turned off, i lay on princess' bed next to her and said, "what did you think of today? did you like them? the people?"

and she said "i liked them all. they were all nice."

and no there aren't any photos.

when you don't check your yahoo mail account

often i forget i have another email address. and today i saw that there were 27 new messages, from the foodie group. there have been conversations going on, new members being welcomed, angst about templates and such, pleadings about editing out old hotmail addresses. and silence from me.

i'm sorry guys. if any of you still come here after what you probably thought was my icy, stony cold silence. i still love you all.

but i have been exceedingly busy of late. trying to finish this fucking thesis. it is on my mind all the time, and now i have an extension until the 31st of may.

and yesterday i was in court supporting a friend who had an application for an intervention order taken out against him by a psycho who is actually the one doing all the bad stuff, like hitting people, and swearing at them most disgustingly.

anyway, he is coming to dinner tonight along with another couple.

what to cook. what to cook?

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i tried to look up hunkar begendi in my copy of larousse gastronomique. it wasn't there but this was:


foie gras

preparations made from the livers of fattened geese and ducks were know to the ancients. the goose was regarded by the romans not only as a sacred animal, from the time when a goose saved the capitol, but also as a succulent one, for its meat and liver were highly prized by the gourmets of this time.

the romans used various methods of fattening ducks and thereby causing a considerable swelling of hte liver. history tells us that in order to fatten goose livers, scipio metellus, a roman gastronome, had the idea of plunging the livers, warm from the still panting bird, in a bath of milk and honey, where they were left for several hours. when taken out of the milk, the livers were considerably swollen and it is said (though we can scarcely believe it) endowed with a richer flavour.

one thing is certain, the fat goose livers upon which the romans feasted were very large indeed.

in cookey the name foie gras is used only of goose or duck liver fattened in a special way.

these livers, especually those of geese, sometimes grow to a considerable size. the livers of toulouse and strasbourg geese sometimes wiegh as much as 4 pounds (2 kilos).

foie gras is regarded as one of the greatest delicacies available. 'The goose,' says C. Gerard, author of L'Ancienne Alsace a table, 'is nothing, but man has made of it an istrument for the output of a marvellous product, a kind of living hothouse in which grows the supreme fruit of gastonomy.'

this 'fruit' is foie gras, from which are made the succulent potted products and marvellous pates made in some french towns such as strasbourg, toulouse, perigneux, nancy etc.

the finest foies gras come from geese reared in alsace and south-western france. toulouse foies gras are greatly sought after. duck foie gras is also very delicate but having a tendency to disintegrate in cooking, lends itself less satisfactorily to the many ways, hot or cold, in which foie gras can be prepared. other european countries (besides france) produce very good goose foie gras, notably austria, czechoslovakia and the duchy of luxembourg.

[taken from auge, gillon, hollier-larousse, moureau & ci (1961) larousse gastronomique,
paris: paul hamlyn limited. p. 418]

went to brokeback today

spoiler alert spoiler alert spoiler alert spoiler alert spoiler alert spoiler


unfortunately i was sitting next to this person:











no i'm not being mean about my nan. we stumbled in, the film had already started and the first available two seats not too close to the front were next to nan.

she had her handbag on her lap. i had a large diet something in a cup on mine, my lap, even though it was a medium one, it was huge. i drink diet somethings about once or twice a year. i don't drink soft drink, so please don't judge me, but i had had a very large night, the night before, that's saturday night, so i just needed it, all right? and so i could write that sentence with lots of "nights" in it.

so, the movie.

i liked it alot. yes i went the tear, and i also did this at one point in the movie, when something happened that i really didn't expect:








exactly like this except i'm not a man. really.

during the sex scene in the tent, where it's so dark you can't see anything, and which makes words like "explicit" laughable, nan put her hand up to her face. it distracted me, and took me out of that tent. which was annoying. i was thinking, shit, didn't she know what this movie is about, a love story between two men, what if she had no idea, jesus how awful for her. and other thoughts like that. distracting and annoying.

i liked it so much:



other movies on the list to see:

- walk the line

- match point

- capote

one question, if anyone has seen brokeback mountain, do you think jack's wife knew about him and ennis before she was on the phone to ennis? do you think she realised how he died? what do you think?

also i think there was a glimpse of ennis's penis during his love scene with his wife. anyone else catch that?

two more people

i have been mulling over sublime-ation all week. it has bothered me that i couldn't think of a suitable and pleasing (to me) image of her in my head.

something came to me tonight as i drove across town. i was seeing mirka mora, but the young mirka, standing outside her apartment in collins street in the 1950s. she looks such a parisienne and so so exotic in staid old melbourne.








this is a shot from the time, the opening of her cafe/restaurant with her husband georges. you can see her just to the left of the window, with hand up to face.









but i couldn't find the shot i wanted.

so this will have to do. the sophia:









now i am happy, at peace, at rest. i hope sublime is too.






i'm still working on bevis. another elusive person, bevis. i wasn't happy with macaulay, and perhaps he wasn't either as he hasn't been by to comment. i doubt this will be any better but i'm trying to visualise him going on the fairly detailed pointers he has given.

forgive me bevis, if this annoys you. you know i love you.

copy-cat from ballarat

this is where i put in photos of people who i think represent you in some way. note the words "some way". this is like a disclaimer where i then have redress when you complain or disagree.
i am not writing it in red. i am just putting it here, so you read it almost by accident...

like bevis said, don't take it personally, it's just a bit of fun.

and don't think this is necessarily exactly how i see you, and it's not necessarily about looks.

for some of you it's impossible to visualise anything other than your bio pic thingies. but i've done my best. i have to say for some reason sublime-ation was the hardest to do. i am still thinking about her. or you. sorry sublime. it's something about your name i think.

oh, and i've also chosen actors, or celebrities, to make it something a little different.



first up is myself. because i'm an incredibly complex character, and none of you are, i am a hybrid of the following:




i wear specs like janeane, but mine are nicer. elaine is fairly close and she has big hair too, and i turn into uma once a month. you work it out.





princess gets two:





a beautiful blend of taylor's looks and hermione's brains.




gianluca di milano


or



i can't quite decide. still thinking about it.





gregory surlyboy




surly. hope this dude is bad enough for you. i believe he has a big one?





ms fits



i'm fairly certain bevis was onto something with the plaits for ms fits.





clokey

i think these two are inter-changeable.

capey

or perhaps this one for clokey?





elaine



i think i know what elaine looks like, but not really.




locket




i can't get audrey out of my head for locket, so this is someone else gamine and cute.




cotton





cotton is vulnerable and cagey at the same time. but very sweet and lovely.




bevis






i had much trouble seeing bevis as anything other than a little green frog




ladycracker






i know lc likes liv. plus i also know how lc looks.




tuppence





i'm seeing those cute little bags under the eyes for tuppence that selma has. don't ask why, i just am. they are really adorable.




anna a spades




i see anna with dark hair but think she would dress like chloe. for some reason. or have the chloe attitude.



roguemaze




luckily rm is away en ce moment so won't get pissed off when he sees this. this i believe to be the closest of all my pictures.



he should just be glad i didn't use this pic:





[laughs and wets pants]




chai

chai was hard but i think this fits. i loved astro boy when i was a kid.

aleks





aleks is also mia so hopefully won't rise like the phoenix to correct me about why he isn't like che. wrong political persuasion, wrong angle on the beret, i'm sure.





magical_m






not sure where this came from. call it a gut feeling. isn't she cute?





fluffy





i know what fluffy looks like too, so this is more of an attitude pic. and the cat thing. geddit? but squeaky instead of fluffy.






la nadine













not really scarlett per se i'm talking about here.
boy they take up space. but aren't they just the best baps around?

la's i mean.





dxxxx







i've met dxxxx and she struck me as a cool rock chick.




darcy





darcy is kick-arse with her lemon trees, gardening commitments, pet ownership and auditions. 'nuff said.