Monday, June 15, 2009

solo

the sort of people who think it's "sad" or "pathetic" to go to the movies alone are the sort of people who will never be able to be independent in thought or action. and will miss out on a whole heap of stuff just because they happened to be alone.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

detroit

as the recession creeps through melbourne, i think of you over in detroit with the car companies dying and the corrupt city officials.  and how the zoo was closing down, and all those derelict buildings.  and that homeless guy rocking jazz standards.  wish you were here, or i was there.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

missing mixtapes


i sit on the beach and remember the times when there was nothing a good mixtape couldn't solve.  manifestos are complicated now.  i can't even wrap up my thoughts into 90 minutes any more.  i don't think i know what i'm thinking now.  it's less lucksmith; and more grown up.

Friday, April 10, 2009

writers block

virginia already said it.  one needs a room of ones own.  i have a flat of my own, but not ambience.  no big desk with nice pens and some witty postcard from my lover.  if i had a big desk, and some moleskines, i think i'd finally write the novel.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

stained glass

if you walk around our suburb long enough, staring at all the stained glass windows, they all start looking like genitalia. like every lead lighter in the northern suburbs was having some prank of making abstract penis' and vaginas and putting them on front doors behind picket fences and mailboxes.

Monday, March 30, 2009

status anxiety

i change my status a thousand times a day, and document the rise and fall in my smile in a few choice words, which zap around the world.  you don't have facebook though, do you?  you'll be outside with a cigarette in hand, oblivious to how my day is going.

Friday, March 27, 2009

urban autumn

it’s autumn so I stop shaving my legs and dig out scarves. i content myself with the joy of sliding back into my boots and red coat and walking down collins street whistling. there aren’t many trees but the air is still fresh and chill; colours changing and autumnal feeling.