hard rain fallin

I started this weekend the same way I usually do, sitting around, drinking coffee and talking about life, only this time my friend pain came along as well. Before we knew it, what started as a minor disagreement had turned into a major argument which lasted the whole weekend. By the time Sunday night rolled around, he’d hit me in the lower right abdomen so hard that I was writhing around in agony, swearing my head off and unable to walk. ‘Round about this time, my other friend sense popped over to give some advice. “Get yourself to a hospital man, and don’t forget to take a good book because there’s going to be a lot of waiting around.”

So that’s exactly what we did.

About 15 shots of morphine and 3 hours later, my other friend appendix said his goodbyes for good, and took pain away with him. Often, all you want is a nice piece of ass, to listen to some good tunes and maybe a cold beer to wash it all down, but sometimes your friends have other plans for you…

my paconi

I’m a few months late with this, and don’t really have the photos to do it justice, but here is my paconi:

80’s steel paconi frame made in braeside, reynolds 753 tubing, parts by fyxamatosis, nitto, mavis and cinelli, lovingly built by dan. It’s light, tight and fast. It’s freewheel.

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things you notice

everyone wears black – its such a cliche, but Melbourne really is such a grey place to be. yeah I know, all the fashionistas “play with texture”, and are probably scared to wear anything bright because they might look like a Queenslander. but seriously, it might brighten the place up a bit, you know?

negative vs. positive politeness – this post definitely has me thinking about what is considered polite and respectful in different cities. I think it might be an anglo-saxon (blame the jocks!) hand-me-down, where a reserved and removed demeanor is considered polite. ie. it is considered polite not to make small talk or engage in conversation, because you don’t want to intrude on anyone’s personal space, or god forbid look like a weirdo. the amount of anxious insecurity this introduces into daily interaction is a joke.

contrast this with cultures where it is considered polite, friendly and frankly normal to interact with your fellow human beings. it’s nice to be nice.

lack of vending machines – I actually miss vending machines. I never thought this before, but it’s amazing how many times you need something, and in Japan there will be a vending machine no more than a few hundred meters away to cater for your needs. seven elevens? not the same.

(tangent, check this guy’s blog out, he meticulously catalogs the life and times of a Hokkaido vending machine)

artists and football – all of a sudden, it seems all the artists are into footy. even the ones who weren’t into footy. when did this happen? why is blue collar credibility necessary?