Sunday, January 6, 2013
Music Monday: Kate Bush
After a long leave of absence, Music Monday is back! And I have decided to mark this joyus occasion with none other than my favoruite queen of obscurity, Kate Bush. I have loved this woman ever since I heard her beautiful ode to my all time favourite book, but I only heard this song yesterday. I had put the album, Hounds of Love, onto my iPod, and forgot about it until this song came up on my shuffle. This song is brash and beautiful and fills me up, and the video that accompanies it reminds me why I love her SO MUCH!! I love her adorable face, and the way she rocks a silver jumpsuit and the eighties green screens and the fact that she has astronauts and a Superman in her entourage.
And so, without further ado, I leave you to bask in the glory of the Big Sky.
Friday, January 4, 2013
...and a happy new year!
I spent mine with these guys! We drank beer in the movie theatre and did the Time Warp front of the screen. They say that what you do on New Years Eve will predict what the coming year will be like. So this year is going to be shameless and fun. I can't wait!
Monday, December 24, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Paris: City of My Waking Dreams
So we're home! After what seemed like some kind of suspended dream, Lovely and I have returned from the extraordinary continent that is Europe. I cannot begin to describe the last two months, other than to say it was mind opening, soul feeding, and beyond all my feeble expections and wildest dreams.
Although I took what seemed like a million photos, I'm going to be posting only a few of my very favourites, alongside a playlist of songs inspired by my visit because for some reason all important moments in my life must be accompanied by a soundtrack.
Each country will get their own post, and first up is Paris, the city the of my waking dreams.
Each country will get their own post, and first up is Paris, the city the of my waking dreams.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Oh, The Places We'll Go!
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
Lovely and I leave for Europe tomorrow. I've just finished packing, and now I'm just sitting in my room, soaking it in. I won't really be updating this blog much, as I will be trying to only use my computer for booking things and emergencies.
I will however try to document some of the places we visit on instagram (ohtheplacesillgo) and Lovely has set up a travel blog of the same name (or similar: Oh, The Places You'll Go. This was already taken by some clever person on instagram who also enjoys a bit of Dr Suess, so I had to resort to I'll, or ill :/).
So to you, dearest reader, I say; have a wonderful two months, and I shall see on the otherside, hopefully a little more world wise, and full to the brim with stories to tell!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Shrine on Sydney Road
We drove past the shrine today. I was sitting in the passenger
seat, closest to the side of the street that she had walked, and so I was the first
to see the flowers. The blockades of blooms spilled out from the stoop of the
shop that had caught her last moments on camera. Candles flickered in the last
few breaths of the storm that had threatened to spoil the Big Game. Strangers stood,
legs apart, heads bowed, hands clasped together in silent prayer. The Channel
Ten camera crew; a man untangling long black cables.
I saw all of it, at once; it was a streak of unfamiliar colour
on a backdrop that I knew so well. I was prepared to feel upset, and maybe even
angry.
What I was not prepared for was an influx of raw emotion. A slew of feelings without names, that came on as fast as we had driven past the scene. Some of the roots were easy enough to identify; the brutality, the unjust ending of a life. The thoughts of the husband, of the mother and father. The friends and family living overseas and around the corner, nursing holes in their hearts and fistfuls of unanswered questions.
But there was something else that tugged at me, that still tugs at me. A feeling of...of. A feeling very close to dread, but not quite as palpable. A lingering.
What I was not prepared for was an influx of raw emotion. A slew of feelings without names, that came on as fast as we had driven past the scene. Some of the roots were easy enough to identify; the brutality, the unjust ending of a life. The thoughts of the husband, of the mother and father. The friends and family living overseas and around the corner, nursing holes in their hearts and fistfuls of unanswered questions.
But there was something else that tugged at me, that still tugs at me. A feeling of...of. A feeling very close to dread, but not quite as palpable. A lingering.
Was it because she was women of my mid to late twenties age
bracket? And that being a woman, and in that particular age bracket, had seemed
to amplify her vulnerability? Was it the sometimes subtle, sometimes not so
subtle inclinations of the media, suggesting that because of the hour of the
morning, her physical appearance and her intoxicated state, she had unknowingly
facilitated her own abduction?
Or was it simpler than that. Was it just because she had chosen
to walk?
She had walked. She had left the pub that my friend Anne had
once chosen as the perfect place for us to see her off to South East Asia. She
had walked past the Blythe St intersection, home of the Blythe St share house
that I had frequented when my friends from university had lived there. A house
that I had walked to from the tram stop on Sydney Road, sometimes in the dark,
and often alone, clutching a Biology text book in one hand and a cask of wine
in the other.
She had walked past the Turkish restaurant that I had eaten at the week before. The pub that I had got drunk and danced at until two in the morning the night after, to celebrate my Lovely’s birthday; the day before the posters had gone up on the tram stop shelters and the telephone poles, before people had made Facebook groups and implemented hashtags.
She had walked past the Turkish restaurant that I had eaten at the week before. The pub that I had got drunk and danced at until two in the morning the night after, to celebrate my Lovely’s birthday; the day before the posters had gone up on the tram stop shelters and the telephone poles, before people had made Facebook groups and implemented hashtags.
I've always been a little scared of the unknown, but right now it isn't the unknown that's scaring me the most. It's the
knowing. It is knowing that if it were me, I would have walked it. If I had
been out drinking with my work friends at the Bar Etiquette on a Friday night, and
I had being living in the Brunswick/Coburg area, I wouldn’t have even given it
a second thought. Hell, I’ve walked it before! What would have been different
this time? What would have been the reason for me not to? There’s nothing out
there, lurking in the residential darkness of driveways and backyards and
poorly lit side streets, that could be worse than the things I have thought up
in my own head! I’m always looking for stories in places where there aren’t any
stories to tell.
I would have walked it.
And I have walked it since, but only in the day time. And I know that there will come a time when I will have to face it in the dark, and that I will have to decide; is it worth it to risk my life on a few hundred meters? Is it worth the fourteen dollar cab fare, the four minutes of awkward conversation, and the chance that I might accidentally leave my phone in the back seat?
If you were to ask me now, of course I would say no. But what about next week? Next month? Next year? Can I trust myself to remember what this feels like? To remember that, despite all my pride and femenist sensibilities, women will always come off as the preferred target?
I think I know what this feeling is. This burning in the hollow of my throat, the hollow space below my heart. It is the knowledge that I am not invincible. My life could be snuffed out as easily as the candles that now burn in memory of hers, beneath the Irish flag buntings on the steps of the church where loved ones and neighbours and strangers now gather to grieve. It is knowing that there doesn’t always have to be a pattern; no plot points or character arcs or a conclusion that might lead to understanding, or in the least allude to it. And that there will be no big reveal. There’s not even an answer, yet, to the simplest question; the one that everyone has asked at least once, if not one hundred times. Why did this happen?
And I have walked it since, but only in the day time. And I know that there will come a time when I will have to face it in the dark, and that I will have to decide; is it worth it to risk my life on a few hundred meters? Is it worth the fourteen dollar cab fare, the four minutes of awkward conversation, and the chance that I might accidentally leave my phone in the back seat?
If you were to ask me now, of course I would say no. But what about next week? Next month? Next year? Can I trust myself to remember what this feels like? To remember that, despite all my pride and femenist sensibilities, women will always come off as the preferred target?
I think I know what this feeling is. This burning in the hollow of my throat, the hollow space below my heart. It is the knowledge that I am not invincible. My life could be snuffed out as easily as the candles that now burn in memory of hers, beneath the Irish flag buntings on the steps of the church where loved ones and neighbours and strangers now gather to grieve. It is knowing that there doesn’t always have to be a pattern; no plot points or character arcs or a conclusion that might lead to understanding, or in the least allude to it. And that there will be no big reveal. There’s not even an answer, yet, to the simplest question; the one that everyone has asked at least once, if not one hundred times. Why did this happen?
It is the feeling of knowing that death is not a spell that
can be broken. That monsters live and breathe and walk on the same streets that
we do. That I do. That she did.
This is not a good story. This is not even a bad story. It
is just a horrible thing, and it need not have happened to anyone. But it could
have happened to me.
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Tunesday: Sara Watkins
The closest I can usually get to enjoying country music is when it toes the line with something else, be it folk or rock or one of the million sub genres of music that have evolved or have been created. It's hard to catagorise Sara Watkins into any of these, so instead I'm going to make this easy, and put it in the catagory of music that I like. I was turned onto Sara by one of my favourite podcasts of all time, The Nerdist Podcast; seriously, if you have any inclination towards nerd-centric pop culture, or are just a fan of good comedy and conversation, you should definitely give it a listen! It's free, and the last episode that was released is with Joseph Gordon-Levitt. If that's not reason enough to hit the download button, well then, you're just going to have to trust me.
Anyways, this is my favourite song of hers from that Podcast, but I also really love the duet she did with Fiona Apple on her album, Sun Midnight Sun. I found this really cute video of them singing it live, so I'm going to post that too! Yay for double tunes!
I want Fiona Apples ridiculous hat. I really really do.
Anyways, this is my favourite song of hers from that Podcast, but I also really love the duet she did with Fiona Apple on her album, Sun Midnight Sun. I found this really cute video of them singing it live, so I'm going to post that too! Yay for double tunes!
I want Fiona Apples ridiculous hat. I really really do.
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