Procrastination

I have a major assignment due
in 3 weeks and I've done nothing,
except read and crochet for the past week.

This is about half the size it's going to be.
(It's going to be a rug, with a thick black border).

This is almost ankle height.


This is something altogether awesome,
and slightly confronting.
I don't think I could ever make art
in front of people like this.
Tony Orrico will be part of my project "research".
Thank god for the internet.

I've been in a strange state of mind
for the past few weeks,
I concentrate for hours on silly projects like
the crochet rug,
and forget that anything else exists.

Fucking procrastination.

New projects and greatest hits

I started two huge new projects this week.
The first:
Read a pile of books to my height.

I went out last Sunday,
to buy books to add to my unread pile at home.
I got this far,
It's about a third of my height,
and I've read one and a half so far...

In doing this, I'm also drawing the spines to scale.
The real shame here is that some of my absolutely favourite
books wont be in the project.
I've already read them,
and I rarely re-read books.

I pretty much will read any genre.
I choose books like I choose my men.
By their cover,
fortunately I've only ever
hated a couple of books.
Men are such bores.
Give me a book any day.

Maybe after I'm done (prediction 1.5 years),
I'll do another drawing of my favourite books.
I can't leave them out, they'll be sad.

My other new project is a blue crocheted rug.
Using up scraps of blue wool..

It's hard to explain,
but this is how I tidy up.
My house is so messy that in order to tidy it,
I don't put all the wool in a box,
I make things out of it as I go along.
Getting rid of things is how I tidy up I guess.
But I cant just throw it away.
Does that make sense?
Anyway I need a new rug.

I'm also listening to The Rolling Stone magazine's 500 greatest songs of all time.
It suits my mood today,
I'm singing along to How deep is your love - The Bee Gees.
This is my childhood.
My mother never liked noise,
and so I often think that I grew up with no music,
until I hear songs like this
and remember.

If I could bottle my endless nostalgia
and shoot it into my veins,
I would be one very lucky person.

I love my life.

(How I often I spiral down and forget how much).

No regrets

How can anyone not love Swedish glam rock?

This is today.


LISTEN LOUD

Simply because my friend M in Brisbane,
tagged a photo of me from a Halloween many moons ago,
of me as a butchered camp counsellor.
(And he introduced me to this band,
he put this song on my leaving CD,
when I destroyed my old life).

I think that's the party that I cut my eyebrow open on a wine glass
and showed someone my bum.
Woo.

Tell me why, I don't like workdays.

M is away in the UK and Denmark.
I think he's been away long enough
and I need him back here because
I need to feel calmness and serenity.
Which only him and my old bed at my parents'
house can provide.

Holidays are 1 more work day away.
I am not well mentally,
and desperately need a day at home with kitty,
and my afternoon naps and my music,
and maybe a bath, and cheese and tomato toasted sandwiches.

Or just a lie down next to M on the
couch whilst we watch one of the terrible DVDs he chooses.

But I have work to do, maybe not for much longer though.
One of my bosses causes me to need to pinch her
and then tell everyone she started it.

Will cancel my credit cards tomorrow.
Just in case.

A day late and a dollar short.

In The New Yorker magazine this week,
there's a story about a guy called David Eagleman,
who's obsessed with time and the brain.
Anyhow there's a part in the article about
a German psychophysicist who timed
his wife counting to a minute,
she got rediculous times
actual time: 37 seconds..
with her perception of time going quicker and quicker.
I just did it with a stopwatch,
01:11 one minute 11 seconds?!
Jeepers no wonder I'm on the side of the population
who thinks we're alive far too long.
I tested K at work, who got 01:16
I asked her how she did it,
One mississippi, two mississippi.
Sigh.

Part of the thing that worries me most
about the brain time-delay thing,
is working with computers,
being so engrossed in your work
then needing to change screens,
or click on something,
open another file
and it doesn't
happen,
the
change
is so delayed
that the brain forgets
what it's doing and therefore
goes into some kind of forced dementia.

Stupid computers, one day in the future computers will be fast!

What am I doing becomes who am I? where am I?
In the article is goes on to talk about Benjamin Libet,
a psychologist who experimented on the brain time-delay thing,
(mostly in shocking the brain, and seeing where the tingle ends up in the body)
and there's a lovely little summation..
“We are not conscious of the actual moment of the present.
We are always a little late.”

Tattoo you.

Black light tattoo.
Wowee.

This is Sydney

Me and my sisters meet up in Sydney...

This is what living in an orphanage would have been like.

N And E, smack bang in the middle of their birthdays.
Before E was born, N and I used to have joint birthdays,
you know, being so close to each other, mum wanted to kill two birds.
Pretty funny considering N is in April and I'm in August.

I think we were at St James.

One serious, one silly.

Me with a boat obscuring the Opera house view.
I like it that way.

Harbour Bridge. Yep I was in Sydney.

Another fine mess

Last night,
as an avid comedy festival
audience member I went to see
Eric's tales of the sea, a sub-mariner's yarn.
Because, I love a good submarine sound, sharks,
And adventures on (and under) the sea.
Loved it, Eric told a very lovely story
I do recommend it, and it's at The Gasworks,
Which is a great venue.

Tonight, I saw Smooth Talking Bastards
and Xavier Michaelides at Trades Hall Book Shop,
which pre-show I scored a Nancy Mitford novel for a dollar!
Xavier's show about the future was great, as were the smooth talking bastards.

You know me, I'm happy with anything,
So long as I feel comfortable.

Then to The Portland Hotel to see
Zach Adams, songs for a future girl.
If you thought 4 people on a show was sad,
How about just one?
Yep just me, he was obliging and agreed to do the show anyway.

The Comedy Festival worker asked how I had booked,
On the Internet...
Well it's just you, if you're happy with that,
It's raining and a Tuesday night, a bad combination.

People are such wet blankets!
Ohhh going out on a school night!

I panic text Dollface to tell her:
- Um. Am about to see Zach Adams, comedy alone. Audience of one.
Her reply: Why do you sign up for these things?

I'm glad I'm single, and feel the constant need to fill
my life with things and experiences.
It's interesting that way.

How awesome is the Nancy Mitford for a dollar,
By the way it's "The pursuit of love".
Something I can only read about...

Just felt like putting links in.

Write-Off

Today has been a write off
in terms of work completed.

I spent the morning preparing my folio presentation,
finally for the assignment submitted, only 1.5 hours late.
I actually laughed out loud this morning,
when I remembered that Western Australia is 2 hours behind!
9am deadline, just became an 11 am deadline.
Unfortunately, I didn't quite make it.

It was mainly name stuff,
and I don't want to put my name on here....
So this is a small example.

I also worked out my final portfolio submission
for this subject,
I think I may be a little too ambitious.
It involves, fairy lights, embroidery, grass, beads, and video.
Out of 32 ideas, I wonder how many will work as well as they
do in my head.
If only I could submit my brain,
it's full of fun ideas.

Airport

I am so utterly lazy,
I have to tell you how much.
Simply because I am embarrassed.

I need to shame myself,
in front of an audience
of 3 random people who typed in the wrong web address.

I am going to Sydney on Friday for the weekend.
This may be to meet two sisters,
or one sister and her friend.

On packing.

Me to self:
I'll just chuck a couple of knickers in a plastic bag.

On the same train of thought,
Me to self:
There's going to be two other girls,
do I really need to bring my own shampoo?

We've been crying now for much too long.

I think I'm upsetting my friends
when I say things like
-Cigarettes aren't killing me quick enough,
it's got to look natural.
I just don't see the point of being here.

Went to two comedy shows last night,
Hannah Gadsby and Eva Johansen.
There was just 4 people in Eva Johansen's show Fran I am.
So unfortunately I had my hand held by Fran,
and asked "What is post-modernism?"
-uh, everything here and now?
Oh hindsight.
I would definitely recommend Fran I am,
it's a show about a beat-poet, awesome.
Hannah was good too, but I think she was thrown
by some comments from audience members,
she'll get better as the festival progresses.
Audience member did mention "school friendly girl"
as a nice way of saying "The school slut"
when asked "What was the gossip at your high-school reunion?"
Oh dear.
Lot's of fun, despite the "what to do in-between shows",
hang out at Spleen Central and drink beer...