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Saturday, July 30, 2005
A few "doing" words on holidays
Yes, when Eloise and i wandered into my previous work manager while drinking at our new favourite bar the Zanzibar ( open 24 hrs ) in Newtown, she said " leave ! Who let you go on leave ? "
Not really a question worth considering cos it's all about the leave. When my beautiful accomplice last left you we had been dancing. Ow ! Dancing. Hot. Goddam. We gunna be hot ! Seroc, part three has just passed and we have progressed to the tantalisingly named "The Octopus." It's a great move. So many other moves flow from it. Its like the Ganges of moves. Or the Murray-Darling system. Anyhow, i am remebering to lead and Elly remembering to be lead. the rest is just moving the feet to the beat. Sounds easy, i know. But as white people, we are gun dancers.
The holidays adhered mainly to all the rules of nature and so on, y'know, except for the part where i bought more clothes than Elly. In an early draft of the Book of Revelation, it was written that when men started buying more clothes than women, the end times would be near and would arrive as soon as men started picking up after themselves around the house. But John cut it when his editor told him the four horsemen bit would sell more product. Anyhow, at last tally, i had bought jackets x 3, t-shirts, long sleeve x 2, t-shirts, short sleeve x 2, a pair of shoes, a beanie, Christ, i bought a lot of clothes. And in a frightening role reversal found myself one night before heading out looking at my wardrobe and turning to Elly and saying, " I don't have anything to wear ". Too weird.
Some of you may have been up to our place when we put on that show when the guy dressed up in a yellow baby's outfit made an appearance. It was a goood show. 2manyDJ's played at our house. Apparently, someone shot some film footage. Ellys' then my line was "I saw you kissing Rebecca in the laneway." We weren't sure what our motivation was.
Berti came home late in the evening and i was talking to her downstairs. "I walked in Pete and there were crossdressers!" Always got to be happy when you get that sort of commentary. Then an over-excited guest ran past us both to hurl magnificently outside the in the courtyard. What a noight.
remakes, remakes, remakes. I heard they're remaking Magnum PI and Justin Timberlake is going to play Magnum. Sheesh. We went and saw "Bewitched" starring everyones favourite actor, Will Ferrel. A piece of fluff of a movie. The pictures were pretty. It didnt hurt our brains but had none of the whimsy or feist of the original, y'know. Holding hands in the dark and the absence of pounding doof music wrapped up a little serenity package. Noice.
We had a little high brow, too. We like to cover all the brows. The Museum of Contemporary Art is one of the major highlights of any trip to Circular Quay. Along with the tasty calamari and the Jamaican Rasta dude playing Amazing Grace on his big ass drum things. The MCA experienced with another cup of coffee for me and The Red "Coffee is just a tool" Hot Eloise. On the inside we were coming to see an exhibition by the Turkish/German Kutlug Ataman. It was mainly videos of transexuals, divas, Armenians who thought they were reincarnated, obsessive orchard collectors who can't leave the house without putting a photo of their orchards in their breast pocket. That sort of thing. The great themes of modern art, y'know .. the transexual flick was an interesting business about an elaborate sexual role-play featuring a virginal little red riding hood and some graphic mock deflowering. I'm always impressed by the lengths some people go to to convince themselves of who they are.
The other museum featured in our three weeks was the Australian Museum. So named cos as Elly put it - "it had Strayian stuff .." This one again started with a surprisingly good cup of coffee. I always associate International Roast in a polystyrene cup with Museums. They were doing double shot latte's ! Big Ups ! The museum had skeletons on the first floor to establish its ol skool musuem credentials.
A showing on animals in the public service who appeared to be paid only in food and ball games .. Incredible ! There was a forensic analysis sort of arrangement where they had case studies on what scientists had been asked to test for. Stuff like whether there really was a spider in that can of coke. Whether that really was chicken in my butter chicken. The beauty of the museum is you didnt need a bus or a week to get around it. And they sold pies and fish and chips, i think.
The holidays co-incided with a lengthy visit from Bright the Mother. We had quite a few civilised little excursions including one to the Chinese Gardens in Darling Harbour descibed by my mother has " the loveliest gardens" she had ever seen. And boy, she's seen a lot of gardens. Elly and i were so impressed we have plans to include a Chinese Garden section on our property in the country with bamboos, gentle streams, feng shui and two cattle doggies called Ying and Yang running around. In the short term we are going to ask Elly's dad how to make enormous ornamental rocks out of papier mache. It is worth a visit. you can have tea overlooking the lake and the walk around the gardens takes you through four climates/seasons and you regularly remind yourself that you are right bang in the middle of the city. We're gunna go back when the water lilies are out.
Have we told you we went to see THE BIRTH OF COOL. A one person show (with three musicians) about the Beats. Everyone sat around the stage on round tables with bottles of red. they even had a smoke machine that cultivated the appearance of an actual smoky nightclub ! The show was a impressive reminder of how cool the beats were when the the numbers of cool people was at an historical low. Sex, drugs, art, sex, drugs. We shared a very tasty bottle of red with a couple from Pyrmont. The holiday was really very inner West. Seeing shows was a great buzz. Its one of those things we never really get around to doing and seeing them on a weeknight feels a bit "Sex and the City" where every waking night is spent out. And we didnt snort any cocaine. In fact, i never snort cocaine. I prefer to have Lindsay Lohan hit the barrio to get me some crack or angel dust.
While i'm talking about drugs. Lets fast forward a week or so to another darling harbour visit. Street theatre featuring. Some guy was balancing on the shoulders of two burly youngsters and juggling fiery batons and stuff. he had good banter. For his finale, he asked the two guys to firmly hold a wheelie bin that he clambered onto. " I am going to do a reverse somersault off this wheelie bin to finish the show." This was daring. The bin was on concrete and i actually thought he was going to bail cos, y'know, he could crack his head open and as he said, "people from Melbourne would pinch all my cash." As he stood on the wheelie bin he said, "Usually i do this trick on grass... but this morning i ran out!" Boom. Boom. Drug references. Always funny. "No, no, i'm just joking... I never run out of grass!" Boom!Boom!. What a follow up .... in the end, without any assistance from drugs, he did pull of the somersault and we gave him a fiver.
Gees, we did a lot of stuff. i think i mightve just covered three or four days and have been typing for about, um, three or four days. More later including where we eat Japanese food and more Japanese food, see theatre in Darlinghurst, master the video camera and film the streets of Glebe on a lazy thursday. And eat more Japanese food. After the revolution there will be only Sushi Train.
Not really a question worth considering cos it's all about the leave. When my beautiful accomplice last left you we had been dancing. Ow ! Dancing. Hot. Goddam. We gunna be hot ! Seroc, part three has just passed and we have progressed to the tantalisingly named "The Octopus." It's a great move. So many other moves flow from it. Its like the Ganges of moves. Or the Murray-Darling system. Anyhow, i am remebering to lead and Elly remembering to be lead. the rest is just moving the feet to the beat. Sounds easy, i know. But as white people, we are gun dancers.
The holidays adhered mainly to all the rules of nature and so on, y'know, except for the part where i bought more clothes than Elly. In an early draft of the Book of Revelation, it was written that when men started buying more clothes than women, the end times would be near and would arrive as soon as men started picking up after themselves around the house. But John cut it when his editor told him the four horsemen bit would sell more product. Anyhow, at last tally, i had bought jackets x 3, t-shirts, long sleeve x 2, t-shirts, short sleeve x 2, a pair of shoes, a beanie, Christ, i bought a lot of clothes. And in a frightening role reversal found myself one night before heading out looking at my wardrobe and turning to Elly and saying, " I don't have anything to wear ". Too weird.
Some of you may have been up to our place when we put on that show when the guy dressed up in a yellow baby's outfit made an appearance. It was a goood show. 2manyDJ's played at our house. Apparently, someone shot some film footage. Ellys' then my line was "I saw you kissing Rebecca in the laneway." We weren't sure what our motivation was.
Berti came home late in the evening and i was talking to her downstairs. "I walked in Pete and there were crossdressers!" Always got to be happy when you get that sort of commentary. Then an over-excited guest ran past us both to hurl magnificently outside the in the courtyard. What a noight.
remakes, remakes, remakes. I heard they're remaking Magnum PI and Justin Timberlake is going to play Magnum. Sheesh. We went and saw "Bewitched" starring everyones favourite actor, Will Ferrel. A piece of fluff of a movie. The pictures were pretty. It didnt hurt our brains but had none of the whimsy or feist of the original, y'know. Holding hands in the dark and the absence of pounding doof music wrapped up a little serenity package. Noice.
We had a little high brow, too. We like to cover all the brows. The Museum of Contemporary Art is one of the major highlights of any trip to Circular Quay. Along with the tasty calamari and the Jamaican Rasta dude playing Amazing Grace on his big ass drum things. The MCA experienced with another cup of coffee for me and The Red "Coffee is just a tool" Hot Eloise. On the inside we were coming to see an exhibition by the Turkish/German Kutlug Ataman. It was mainly videos of transexuals, divas, Armenians who thought they were reincarnated, obsessive orchard collectors who can't leave the house without putting a photo of their orchards in their breast pocket. That sort of thing. The great themes of modern art, y'know .. the transexual flick was an interesting business about an elaborate sexual role-play featuring a virginal little red riding hood and some graphic mock deflowering. I'm always impressed by the lengths some people go to to convince themselves of who they are.
The other museum featured in our three weeks was the Australian Museum. So named cos as Elly put it - "it had Strayian stuff .." This one again started with a surprisingly good cup of coffee. I always associate International Roast in a polystyrene cup with Museums. They were doing double shot latte's ! Big Ups ! The museum had skeletons on the first floor to establish its ol skool musuem credentials.
A showing on animals in the public service who appeared to be paid only in food and ball games .. Incredible ! There was a forensic analysis sort of arrangement where they had case studies on what scientists had been asked to test for. Stuff like whether there really was a spider in that can of coke. Whether that really was chicken in my butter chicken. The beauty of the museum is you didnt need a bus or a week to get around it. And they sold pies and fish and chips, i think.
The holidays co-incided with a lengthy visit from Bright the Mother. We had quite a few civilised little excursions including one to the Chinese Gardens in Darling Harbour descibed by my mother has " the loveliest gardens" she had ever seen. And boy, she's seen a lot of gardens. Elly and i were so impressed we have plans to include a Chinese Garden section on our property in the country with bamboos, gentle streams, feng shui and two cattle doggies called Ying and Yang running around. In the short term we are going to ask Elly's dad how to make enormous ornamental rocks out of papier mache. It is worth a visit. you can have tea overlooking the lake and the walk around the gardens takes you through four climates/seasons and you regularly remind yourself that you are right bang in the middle of the city. We're gunna go back when the water lilies are out.
Have we told you we went to see THE BIRTH OF COOL. A one person show (with three musicians) about the Beats. Everyone sat around the stage on round tables with bottles of red. they even had a smoke machine that cultivated the appearance of an actual smoky nightclub ! The show was a impressive reminder of how cool the beats were when the the numbers of cool people was at an historical low. Sex, drugs, art, sex, drugs. We shared a very tasty bottle of red with a couple from Pyrmont. The holiday was really very inner West. Seeing shows was a great buzz. Its one of those things we never really get around to doing and seeing them on a weeknight feels a bit "Sex and the City" where every waking night is spent out. And we didnt snort any cocaine. In fact, i never snort cocaine. I prefer to have Lindsay Lohan hit the barrio to get me some crack or angel dust.
While i'm talking about drugs. Lets fast forward a week or so to another darling harbour visit. Street theatre featuring. Some guy was balancing on the shoulders of two burly youngsters and juggling fiery batons and stuff. he had good banter. For his finale, he asked the two guys to firmly hold a wheelie bin that he clambered onto. " I am going to do a reverse somersault off this wheelie bin to finish the show." This was daring. The bin was on concrete and i actually thought he was going to bail cos, y'know, he could crack his head open and as he said, "people from Melbourne would pinch all my cash." As he stood on the wheelie bin he said, "Usually i do this trick on grass... but this morning i ran out!" Boom. Boom. Drug references. Always funny. "No, no, i'm just joking... I never run out of grass!" Boom!Boom!. What a follow up .... in the end, without any assistance from drugs, he did pull of the somersault and we gave him a fiver.
Gees, we did a lot of stuff. i think i mightve just covered three or four days and have been typing for about, um, three or four days. More later including where we eat Japanese food and more Japanese food, see theatre in Darlinghurst, master the video camera and film the streets of Glebe on a lazy thursday. And eat more Japanese food. After the revolution there will be only Sushi Train.
