Saturday, December 19, 2009

The Dog Days Are Over

So I had an epiphany the other day (every now and then a little lightbulb switches on in my head when i discover something new; it kinda reminds me a video game - everytime i make an important discovery about my life, i turn on a switch and it opens new doors and takes me to the next level)
Instead of looking at all the stuff I don't have, I'm going to look at all the stuff I do have. Which really is alot.
I've also realised that being hurt by people is probably the worst thing that could happen to me, except you know maybe being hit by a car or getting cancer, and I already know what that feels like so I am free from the fear of being rejected, trampelled, laughed at and forgotten, because it doesn't really matter anymore compared to what I could gain and what I could be.

So I would seen out a big open thankyou to all the people that hurt me, because now the world doesnt seem such a scary place anymore. Now I'm just fine and dandy.

Problem is, I cannot write when I am so happy. So what do I do?

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

When You Were 21

So it was my birtday last monday! I am now officially 21 years old. Eeeep. I feel old and young at the same time, but i don't really fit in either category, so I'm just wandering around in the limbo of the 20 something.

Having said that, I had the best day. I woke up at 10:30 (yay for sleep in!). Then Miss B and Master T took me to Sassafrass to see the Oracle, and then we went to Miss Marples for lunch, where I had the best soup and the most amazing sundae EVER! Think Buttercotch icecream with honeycomb and caramel sauce, topped with a mountain of whipped cream. Mmmmmm. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard.

From there we proceeded to frolick around the grounds of Sassafrass, roaming the forest like wild things in B's car, touching trees and laughing along to Lady GaGa. They then dropped me off at my parents house, where my mum cooked my a lovely homemade meal (Man i missed her food), and proceeded to spoil me rotten.

Oh and thennnnnn, Saturday night I had my birthday party, which was, if i do say so myself, pretty damn awesome fun. I got to see all my family from inter-state, me and Ele baked our asses off during the day, and then drank and danced the night away. The theme was "When you were young", which has a special significance to me and some members of team awesome (:D) and nearly everyone dressed up, beer, wine and champagne flowed forth, and a photo war commenced as a result. Here are some of the casualties.

Ahhh, I really am still so young and I have so much to learn.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Beats for Baking

My Top 6 Songs to Bake Cupcakes To:
1. Supergirl - Kate Miller Heidke

The song that empowers women while baking is the song that makes her say "No, these are not for my man, these are all for myself!"

2. Your Honour - Regina Spektor

An angry girl song that may cause cupcake batter to be flung around the room

3. Horchata - Vampire Weekend This song makes me happy. Baking makes me happy. Put them together and what have you got?
Well, you've got a lot of upbeat sugary bliss. It's as simple as that.

4. Chaka Demus - Jamie T

My attempt at white girl rap. Highly entertaining for my neighbours when I'm dancing around my kitchen being a british gangster with my wooden spoon and mixing bowl.

5. Father Lucifer - Tori Amos

I couldnt not put a Tori Song. This song makes me feel all light and fluffy and floaty, but with the signature Tori edge.

6. Brunettes Against Bubblegum Youth - The Brunettes

These guys are so kitchy and sweet and nerdilicious, if you could bite into their music, it would taste like strawberry and chocolate cupcakes.

Runners Up Include:

Coin Laundry - Lisa Mitchell
Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell
Hold On My Heart - Sarah Blasko
Soldier- Yves Klein Blue


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Art and Science

Art was a girl. She lived in an old town house with crumbling plaster walls, vines creeping up their sides, along the balcony and crystal chandelier that hadn’t worked for years. She work silk scarves, long skirts and flowing dresses, or black skinnys and combat boots, depending on what mood she was in. She never tied her hair up; it was always different shades of red. She kept jars of hallucinogenic herbs in her kitchen, but she only ate vegetarian organic food and refused to smoke cigarettes. She wrote poems on her white plaster walls, painted murals on her ceilings and played music all the time. She played electric base guitar, drums, violin and piano, and even when she talked her voice was melodious. She danced everywhere. In the summer she slept outside on her balcony, and in the winter she slept by the fireplace. Her garden was luscious and green and so heavy with perfume it would put you in a trance. She believed in past lives; she believed that she used to be a bird. She talked to them, and it make her feel less lonely.

Science was a boy. He lived in a cold clean stainless steel minimalist apartment in the inner city; all his furniture was white. He wore wool pants, even in summer, a clean white shirt, a vest and a smoking jacket. His hair was black and always combed and set so perfectly that it wouldn’t move on a windy day. He never took drugs, but he smoked cigarettes and ate red meat often. He was an entomologist; he studied insects for a living. He kept terrariums full of stick insects, beetles and spiders all over his house, but he never caught the butterflies and pinned them down to mount them on his wall because he had dreams about them screaming and it made him feel guilty. He didn’t listen to music and he never danced. He always slept inside in his clean cold room in his clean white bed, no matter the weather, and he never slept late. He didn’t believe in past lives, but he secretly believed that his insect friends could hear him when he talked to them He talked to them, and it made him feel less lonely

One day, Art was painting in the park one day, when she spied Science, collecting ladybirds. She thought he was the most curious thing she had ever seen; the collar of his coat was covered in ladybirds, huddling closer to his body for warmth in the cold winter afternoon. She didn’t know what an entomologist was, so she thought he must have been a magician, the way he controlled the little beetles and the butterflies that you would never seen this deep into the season. Science looked up and saw her, staring at him across the park, looking like a Monarch butterfly and painting him. The ladybirds flew from his coat and swarmed around her, blending with her red hair. She giggled, and he rushed over to try and reclaim his mischievous friends; they had felt his heart beating like insect wings when he saw her, and so they thought they should take advantage of the opportunity. She smiled. He blushed and tripped over his words. But from then on they became inseparable.

Art took Science back to her town house with the crumbling walls and the murals and the poetry. She cooked him vegetarian lasagne and made him mushroom tea. Science filled her broken chandelier with fireflies so that they could see. He tripped out on the tea and they made love all night on the balcony.
Science took Art to his clean cold apartment in the inner city, and showed her all his terrariums. He performed tricks for her with butterflies, and taught her all their different names. Art taught him how to dance, and lit a fire in his empty fireplace so that they were warm, and filled his rooms with flowers from her garden. They made love all night in his clean white bed and slept all day.

They wondered how they had ever lived without each other.

Science and art had a baby. They named her Peace.
She’s the kind of girl who slips artful sentences and complicated words into her science reports to amuse herself at school; she writes them like essays. She takes dances classes, but her best subject is biology. Some say she was meant to be an artist, a beautiful actress, not a squint, but she wants to become a doctor. She knows that science can be creative; nothing can innovate like science can, and really, if you strip it back, art is fundamentally science. She knows paint is just chemicals, photos are digital pixels, beats are made of electronic sound waves, melodies come from a voice box. She knows it’s not until you ad the human element, the spiritual element, that these things become art. She knows this because that is what her parents taught her.
That you can’t have one without the other.
And you can’t have Peace without Science and Art.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Art Attack

I am unashamedly a daughter of 21st Century Western Society, I looove pretty things. And I am not ashamed; Art should be appreciated. So I am.

Also, I discovered today that I am descendant from a race of redheads who lived in a paradise called Hyperborrea, a mythical land from the Classical world where the sun hardly ever shines so that we can go out during the day. I thought that was pretty neat.
Also, its 5 days till I move back home from Pidgeon Cove. I'm going to miss her alot, but it will be nice to have money again, and South America will totally be worth it.
Listening to: The Middle East, Sparklehorse, Cajun Dance Party, The Dresdon Dolls, Regina Spektor
Watching: Friends <3
Wearing: Blue tights, faerie t shirt, red rose skirt
Eating: Pizza :)
Reading: Violet and Claire - Francesca Lia Block. She's running an online class this summer, and i am so going to take it.
Wanting: "Afternoon Tea" Frankie Cook Book, peace of mind, a nice boy, and the chance to write for a living.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Abnormally attracted to Tori

There is always a point in time in a girls life when she knows that no matter what happens to her, she can deal with it in her own unique way, and that she is going to be ok. That is exactly The catalyst for this astounding revelation is of course no other than Tori Amos.
I am currently in recovery after seeing both her Melbourne Shows (which cost me a pretty penny, i can tell you, but then I probably would have sold my grandmother for these tickets). Having seen her before in 2007 on the American Doll Posse Tour, I was not completely naive to the unearthly experience i was about to have, but these past two nights surpassed all expectations my sketchy memory could provide.

I entered the concerts, particularly Friday night, in a particularly tumultuous headspace; conflicted by my career choices, angry at allowing myself once again to be led on with the promise of what I thought was a perfectly good guy (don't be silly, there is no such thing), and faced with the possiblity of summer semester after a horrible exam I am almost cetain to fail. But as soon as I saw this goddess of a woman walking towards her piano, as soon as her fingers touched those keys, I forgot everything.

Some words to describe both concerts include: euphoric, electric, amazing, incredible, transcendant, erthreal, eargasmic, orgasmic and any other kind of gasmic you can imagine.
Watching her writhe around (yes she writhes, but in the most sexual alluring orgasmic way) on the piano, the B3 organ and just geting lost in the music made my toes tingle and my chest hurt from the joy and the awe that I felt; I spent songs in tears (Blood Roses, Hey Jupiter, Smells Like Teen Spirit, Little Earthquakes, Pretty Good Year, Sister Janet, the Beekeeper) or grinning my head off like a demented Cheshire cat (Take to the Sky, Mary Jane, Taxi Ride, Mr Zebra, Purple People, Leather, Beatuy of Speed, Barons of Suburbia).
Completely acoustic, with two set lists, completely different save 4 songs, and the most perfect feelings of euphoria I have ever experienced. The only thing that makes me sad is that until she returns I probably will never feel that way again; sorry boys, but no one can get me off like Tori can.
So, before you nay-sayers who feel betrayed by Tori's change in musical direction since the Chiorgirl days, or lack of backing band (which I personally think just distorts the magic with unessecary bass and beats), ask yourself, can you play a Bosendorfer piano and a B3 organ simultaneously? Can you change the composition of the atmosphere with the power of your eargasmic voice? Can you evoke feelings like this in girls (and boys) like me? No, I didn't think so.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Annual Summer List of things i mean to do but probably never will....

-Drive to the beach on a really hot night, go night swimming, and then sleep there
- Go out dancing all night, then end up at the beach to go night swimming, watch the sunrise, and sleep there
- Make a mixTAPE (not CD) of all my favourite driving songs
- Learn how to drive (mainly so I can play the afore mentioned mixed tape, and stop being a serial lift moocher)
- Drink long island ice teas and tell people what animal their spirit form takes. My spirit animal is a deer.
- Kiss lots of boys (or find one in particular that I can kiss lots)
- Make home made ice-cream, cupcakes, scones, cookies, cider and vodka frog-in-a-pond…mmmmm
- Grow my hair out, or cut it shorter.
- Purge myself of my facebook addiction
- Read all the books I haven’t read thanks to facebook/ studying/ general procrastination
- See “Where the Wild Things Are”, make a wolf pyjama suit and reminisce about my childhood. - Have many tea parties, picnics, beach parties, Christmas parties, end of uni parties, graduation parties and just because I need an excuse to get drunk parties
- Go on numerous opp shopping trips ranging from Studfield to Retrostar.
- Buy more shoes, and donate my old ones
- Go on a long roadtrip to an unknown place with afore mentioned mixtape
- Dance around in my underwear to Vampire Weekend because it seems like the most logical thing to do at the time.
- Go knicknocking with Hannah and Jacqui
- Have a ‘Cajun Dance Party’ Party.
- Boycott pants, especially jeggings…eewwww - Return to Heritage Springs for a pizza.
- Go to LOTS more gigs and buy more CD’s
- Get a job at JB HI FI or Borders so I can afford all afore mentioned tasks.
- Dress up like a Native American and learn how to paint with all the colours of the wind.
- Swear less and love more, but still not eat vegetables

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Photo Envy

Nirrimi Hakanson is my favourite photographer at the moment. Her work is inspiring and encapsulates everything that is good and bad about being young.
Check it out

Monday, October 12, 2009

Cat Woman

Am quite the happy bee today, for reasons which you could but will not know, because i will be breaking the first rule, which is to never give yourself away. But i will tell you this, i feel like im about to explode, but in a good supernova-y type way.
I also noticed something today while on the tram home from uni; people are too afraid of people. Now, i will admit, i am quite afraid of people, but not in the way that i am afraid they will do something to me or hurt me, rather afraid in the way that i may do something to hurt their feelings or embarrass myself. So when a stranger tries to talk to me, my demeanour resembles that of a wild deer or cat; responsive, but wary and poised to spring away at any time. I wish i was more confident, it would be so nice to be so sure of myself. But i guess thats just not me.

Anyways end small rant. At least i know i am going in the right direction (now)
Oh, and I've added two new tasks to my infinate "before i get too old" to do list.
- Follow a band/musician/festival (probably tori amos :P) around the world
- Go to L.A to see Francesca Lia Block, and see the Metroplitan Museum of Art in New York - i never really had an interest in America until her. Oh and Scarlets Walk.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Sarah Blasko meets the dawn chorus

So last friday i had possibly one of THE BEST nights of my life. Mainly because of a lovely lady called Sarah Blasko!
The concert was simply UH-mazing. Words can not describe how incredible this woman is, she is a true performing artist. So instead of lamely trying to describe it , i shall have some show and tell with pictures.

Check out the dress! It had compartments and everything! love it love it love it! when i become an eccentric author i will have many many crazy dresses like her. I am an obscure fashion fetishist!! Oh and i will say this; she has the power to make me believe in xanadu!! only a true musical goddess could do such a thing!

Also went to a 21st, whih was also pretty damn good fun in which many drinks were had, including the treasured and deadly tequila shot, beer, beer and more beer, champagne, and then some more beer. Safe to say it didnt end well some members of our own party (which was secretly highly entertaining for myself!), but yes i was greeted with the sun and the dawn chorus and i walked through my door :) fun tiiiiiimes!!! Socially, life is pretty damn good!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Return to Pigeon Cove

So im back home in Melbourne now, and although i miss the sun and sand and the people in Qld, i am very glad to be home. My spirit has been cleansed with sea water and sunshine, pimms and Corona and Lime, Op shopping, family, rainforets, and houses on stilts, and am now ready to throw myself back into the social and music scene that makes Melbourne so great :)

Gigs Coming Up:

Sarah Blasko: I love her style. She's so quirky and old-fashioned and her voice is like nothing I have heard ever or since. When ever I'm sad or lonely i put one of her records and there is always a song to reflect my emotions perfectly, but instead of feeling even more depressed, i feel like her music is hugging me. It sounds silly, but its true. I can't wait to see her for the second time :)
Tori Amos:
My obsession with Tori goes way back to 2004, when i heard "Cornflake Girl" for the very first time. I never looked back. She is probably the musician that has influenced my life the most; she is a living embodiment of how the off-beat and eccentric can shine in a world where theephemeral, superficial and generic spring up everywhere like weeds; she is an exotic bird. It gives me hope. In short, i love her, and will always love her, which is why I'm going to both her Melbourne concerts. This will be the highlight of my 2009.

Falls Festival: Marion Bay
This is going to be a blaaaast! Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Lisa Mitchell and Yves Klein Blue are the ones I'm most excited about, but the whole three days are going to be epic!!! Bring on the drunken dance party festival shennanigans!!
Listening: "Colourful Life" Cajun Dance Party, "Ragged and Ecstatic" Yves Klein Blue, "Boys for Pele" Tori Amos
Watching: Jane Eyre, 2006 BBC production. I love this version so much, the story, the actors and the score <3>
Reading: "Cannery Row" by John Steinbeck. A Penguin Classic i picked up to amuse myself at the airport.
Wearing: Black Skinnys, Laura Marling Band Tshirt, Green nailpolish and my bows :)
Wanting: A Mr Rochester to come sweep me off my feet. More Lemongrass and Ginger Tea. Peace.
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