wedding

congrats Josie and Paul!

shooting and fucking are the same thing

apparently.

 

monday sickie

Fixed gear / cafe / hipster culture hits Natimuk:

I always seem to end up at the bottom of a climb with a hangover, blearily looking up a rock face which is going to require more effort to climb than i’m really prepared to exert.

I hear the…

What does Australian art, hot women, commentary on religious values and the outback have in common? The 1994 movie Sirens, that’s what. In hindsight, an interesting attempt on portraying the 60’s Australian art movement, risque and sexuality. However, i think the following isohunt user sums it up perfectly:

Good movie with some good nude scenes but nothing overly sexual. Elle Macpherson’s upward pointing nipple boobs are always outstanding. Tara Fitzgerald shows some nice bush as well.

ps. Fuck you Norman Lindsay!

un-apologetic

Driving 95 and cruising down the road, I just killed a guy to loosen our load. It’s not that i wanted him to die, it’s more that I didn’t want him to be alive anymore. Anyway, we must drive on, the blue lights are chasing us and we’re only human after all..

I’m not guilty; i’m a witness, which is worse. Once they figure it out i’ll be sent onto some witness protection program, which means i’m still a wanted man, trapped in a new life in some boring apartment complex in Florida. i need a decoy.

The car we’re, i’m, driving is a rocket 455 Chevrolet with a big bore straight 6. Trouble on wheels basically, it’s not a question of if you’ll get attention, but what for? The odds however are in our favor; we have money for rope, and the last time we stopped for gas was yesterday. We turn onto a straight empty road in a deserted industrial park somewhere in south-west Detroit, slowly I put my foot down and let the engine breathe. As the air intake valves open up, the engine roars to life, but all I am hoping is that it doesn’t seize or explode in some sort of heat death.

Time is on our side, or so the song on the radio tells me, but i’m not so sure. It is sucking away at our possibility of freedom, a time vampire which won’t ever stop. The logical conclusion is that we will die, one way or another.

A t-intersection is coming up fast, this is it, possibly the only chance to lose those fuckers, I steer out to the other side of the road, so that I can take the corner wide. 30 yards to go I slam the brakes, blip the throttle as I gear down, and we go side-ways. Still revving the throttle as I hold the skid we drift around the corner, the revs of the engine bounce of the side of the buildings in the night, and it feels like I am in a dream.

Coming out of the skid, the car snaps back, as if onto rails, the tires once again finding their grip on the road. But there is a car coming towards me, it’s headlights are closing in fast, and I am still on the wrong side of the road. I yank the wheel hard left, purely instinctively, the sound of car horn rushes past and somehow we miss, but only just.

Still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, I look into the rear-view, for a split second I see the blue flashing lights again, but then there is screech of tires, a loud smash and then fire. The cops have driven head on into the car I just missed, those twerps. The fireball slowly diminishes in the mirror, another long straight road invites me ahead, and I am free.

Afterword:

I am sitting on a beach on some Hawaiian island, rockabilly is playing softly in the background, sipping a cocktail served to me by a girl in a bikini. Maybe I am? When i’m stoned it’s like the world has a glint in it’s eye. and sometimes it winks at me!  Anyway, it’s always a pleasure to have a beer in the evening, especially on these hot summer nights

speculative realism

$tnn

1. i’m moving to berlin.
after talking about if for years, i decided to bite the bullet, quit my job and fly overseas. i’ll be going to germany early next year, almost 7 (!) years after I first visited and decided that I needed to be there.

of course i’m a bit worried that my impressions would have changed over time. it seems in the meantime, all the ‘creative types‘ have been trying on berlins ‘poor but sexy‘ clothes. there seem to be so many people from all over the world gravitating there, that i’m afraid i’m going to find myself in some sort of hipster retirement village, thats why i’m…

2.  looking forward to poland!
i went for a bit of  a walk around krakow and it looks awesome. i’m hoping the language barrier will act as sort of dickhead filter; it’s a lot harder to learn polish than german, and the incentives (for some people) are lower.

3. language
it’s been a while since i’ve had to sit down and memorise conjugations and new vocabulary, but it’s sort of satisfying. what’s nice about it is that it’s a long slow curve, the benefits won’t manifest themselves for quite a while.

4.
bikes bikes bikes!

but i won’t be able to ride this weekend, i’ll be too busy …

5. climbing.

using a set of cams that once belonged to diedier pieroni no less!

i’ve been training hard, so i hope it all pays off!

5. i listed to a bbc 4 podcast, thinking aloud.
one of the analogies given regarding the relationship between places and memories was actually a method that speechwriters use to memorize their speeches.
apparently the links between place and memory are so strong, if you imagine a memorable building with memorable features, a staircase, courtyard, distinct rooms etc., and associate each of these with one area you would like to touch upon in your talk, what you then do is then imagine yourself walking around this building, and ‘arriving’ at each part of the building will jog your memory for that part of the speech.
i don’t know what that has to do with anything, but fuck it is interesting.

have a good weekend!

do you wanna mess me up?

also, German phrase of the day, die Qual der Wahl, ‘the agony of choice’.

descent

frankfurt, july 2004
Crossing the Alte Brücke bridge on the way home from Club Keller, I stop Nina from jumping off the bridge. And I mean physically restrain her from throwing herself off. After a few calming beers in the turkish bar down the road, we spend the rest of the night drinking, smoking and methodically making our way through her record collection until the sun comes up, then it’s time to go home.

saturday/sunday

23:00 leave melbourne
03:00 arrive grampians
03:45 climb mountain
06:00 reach summit
06:30 breakfast, watch sunrise over wimmera
07:00 descent
09:00 leave grampians
12:00 arrive melbourne*

13:00 ricky swallow at ngv (see it, it’s awesome!)

14:00 bouldering at burnley, lots of bike riding and my 3rd puncture in a week!
15:00 coffee at seven seeds
20:00 off to the arthouse to see the spermbirds!

b^@f!<(o@*b<?2
Berlin based American artist Stu Mead picks up the baton passed to him by Balthus, and runs with it:

* 23:00 – 09:00: haha i wish.

royal de luxe

This week, the Big Giant and the Little Giantess found each other on the streets of Berlin. The performance was staged as part of 20th anniversary celebrations of the fall of the Berlin Wall. More pics  here.

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