***rob dog darlinghurst rd 30 12 09
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
number 256 rookie of the month
capturing the attention of 5 ladies is tough work...robbie, or 'rob dog' as he told us we could call him was the man of the moment around my kitchen table last night. a week in brisbane clearly had him EXPLODING with conversation.
***rob dog darlinghurst rd 30 12 09
***rob dog darlinghurst rd 30 12 09
number 254 finally i play records
it's portable, thank you frank for bringing this all the way from center street for me
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
number 253 $40 dinner
they arrived, they dirty danced and drank. we talked american politics, jd explained to pricilla what a douche bag was and they liked my house. then we found some others along the way...and started the gas light revival.
***yankee invasion 29 12 09
***yankee invasion 29 12 09
number 251 sake box dinner
TROUBLE!
***sinead allen shea, BB, joseph allen shea 23 12 09 darlinghurst rd
***sinead allen shea, BB, joseph allen shea 23 12 09 darlinghurst rd
Monday, December 21, 2009
number 250 damn the neighbour
when your dream actually makes sense and it feels like an extension of your day (but even better), it's rare. rare that for once you are not eating some wild plant that was actually your mothers arm 5 minutes prior or something else to that extent, and instead just having the best time ever.
so i was right in the middle of one last night. the best kind of real dream. i was having fun, we were all having fun. all my friends were there, and no one was half mutant. just when the good part started to happen there was an addition to the dream that was coming from real life. real life noise that happens regularly from my building opposite.
as i was being lured down a dark alley by a handsome kind of stranger who was leaning in to give me what was going to be the best kiss known to man kind...he was stopped by some sort of wild moaning. 'what the hell is that' he says...
FUCK IT, wide awake! woken up. by the stupid sexy neighbour just as my dream was really about to take a turn for the blue ribbon winner! dream ended, could not get back to sleep or make the dream re start, had to listen to someone else having sex.
so i was right in the middle of one last night. the best kind of real dream. i was having fun, we were all having fun. all my friends were there, and no one was half mutant. just when the good part started to happen there was an addition to the dream that was coming from real life. real life noise that happens regularly from my building opposite.
as i was being lured down a dark alley by a handsome kind of stranger who was leaning in to give me what was going to be the best kiss known to man kind...he was stopped by some sort of wild moaning. 'what the hell is that' he says...
FUCK IT, wide awake! woken up. by the stupid sexy neighbour just as my dream was really about to take a turn for the blue ribbon winner! dream ended, could not get back to sleep or make the dream re start, had to listen to someone else having sex.
Friday, December 18, 2009
number 247 not welcome
i love to walk past this crazy community garden on ave a that had a junk pyramid. the junk pyramid has now vanished but it still gave me the security the same way the dog park in thompkin square park does. small amounts of normal in a vast amount of abnormal.
so i headed to the junk garden one afternoon. i could hear fun music coming from there and in a trance went straight for the entrance only to be accosted by a large woman that i ignored. all i could focus on was trying to get as close to where the music was coming from, feeling like miranda in picnic at hanging rock the lure of the pan flute, but this time the lure was the depths of the trombone i could hear - i literally could not stop myself. but as she tried to stop me again from getting any closer, i was like, 'lady i am just wanting to get to the music'...let me past god damn it.
'honey it's a wedding PRIVATE! you actually need to leave' whoops. so i then watched from outside the garden..
so i headed to the junk garden one afternoon. i could hear fun music coming from there and in a trance went straight for the entrance only to be accosted by a large woman that i ignored. all i could focus on was trying to get as close to where the music was coming from, feeling like miranda in picnic at hanging rock the lure of the pan flute, but this time the lure was the depths of the trombone i could hear - i literally could not stop myself. but as she tried to stop me again from getting any closer, i was like, 'lady i am just wanting to get to the music'...let me past god damn it.
'honey it's a wedding PRIVATE! you actually need to leave' whoops. so i then watched from outside the garden..
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
number 244 warriors
***all for you ash...the most amazing variation of the one scene i have ever seen. the warriors
Saturday, December 5, 2009
number 242 riding
the path down crown street that i ride seems to be getting faster every time i do it.
last night i was trying hard to not feel like i have been totally over stimulated. pretty much it only took one phone call to get my hot feet peddling out my back gate instead of abiding my house arrest i had put on myself for the night. for some reason just lately, riding a bike seems to attract a certain amount of interaction between all sorts of people that are not on my bike.
riding along, i could feel this car weirdly driving at the same pace. actually it was a cab, filled with 5 men who had asked the driver to put that spot light they use to find addresses...on me. so i look over, yep there they all are, just looking (ogling). ignored, i keep riding. but, when they slowed their pace down to sit just behind me, i decided maybe i might like to say something to them, as that light was now suspiciously shining right on my polka dotted rear end.
so i meet their pace and look over. 'hi' i say...'hi' comes back in unison. still driving and riding at the same 15kpm. 'if you had asked me politely, i would have shown you my ass instead of having to put the spot light on it to have a good look'.
dead silence...then, 'he is getting married next week - show us!'
'too late, and you didn't say please'
zoom off.
last night i was trying hard to not feel like i have been totally over stimulated. pretty much it only took one phone call to get my hot feet peddling out my back gate instead of abiding my house arrest i had put on myself for the night. for some reason just lately, riding a bike seems to attract a certain amount of interaction between all sorts of people that are not on my bike.
riding along, i could feel this car weirdly driving at the same pace. actually it was a cab, filled with 5 men who had asked the driver to put that spot light they use to find addresses...on me. so i look over, yep there they all are, just looking (ogling). ignored, i keep riding. but, when they slowed their pace down to sit just behind me, i decided maybe i might like to say something to them, as that light was now suspiciously shining right on my polka dotted rear end.
so i meet their pace and look over. 'hi' i say...'hi' comes back in unison. still driving and riding at the same 15kpm. 'if you had asked me politely, i would have shown you my ass instead of having to put the spot light on it to have a good look'.
dead silence...then, 'he is getting married next week - show us!'
'too late, and you didn't say please'
zoom off.
Friday, December 4, 2009
number 240 dice
***dice is the only game we need to play....oh and maybe pinball...DICE s smith's house 03 12 09
Thursday, December 3, 2009
number 239 phenomenon
i was feeling lucky last night. and a random game of dice seemed to be the perfect destination for luck. someone blew on my dice, and what do you know - i won! first round dunzo...gambling is great - but when you are down to betting with foreign currency, that old 'quit while your ahead' comment some annoying person made up once upon a time is hard not to ignore.
so i left, sans money - bumped into some ladies and next thing 2 of us were telling things that were making our 3rd party pull her tshirt over her head and her ears bleed...4th party arrives with bike in tow. 2nd party gives me a late birthday present on the corner of oxford and college street which went straight on. 3rd party sneaks off, and we lose 2nd party half way down to liverpool street. 4th party and bike riding never felt so good with a big bag of licorice all sorts and a street full of pedestrians.
why and how i woke up in halo of crushed bretton biscuits, and my hands covered in bike chain grease, but a clean face is truly a phenomenon.
so i left, sans money - bumped into some ladies and next thing 2 of us were telling things that were making our 3rd party pull her tshirt over her head and her ears bleed...4th party arrives with bike in tow. 2nd party gives me a late birthday present on the corner of oxford and college street which went straight on. 3rd party sneaks off, and we lose 2nd party half way down to liverpool street. 4th party and bike riding never felt so good with a big bag of licorice all sorts and a street full of pedestrians.
why and how i woke up in halo of crushed bretton biscuits, and my hands covered in bike chain grease, but a clean face is truly a phenomenon.
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