I just want to see movies and go antiquing, and bake cakes for all my friends.

The girliest and most beautiful cake ever :)

House-sitting

I haven't posted anything in ages. I've been house-sitting for my good friend Lorna, and her cat Bella. She's always coming up to me on the computer and walking all over the keys. I was going to write a proper post but I feel really tired. 'It's been nice' is basically the gist of what I was going to say.

I have a headache and I feel all lethargic and cold and weak. I have got to get into a good routine. Anyway, my dad, as usual, failed to turn off the air compressor in the garage, so if I don't go turn it off it'll be whirring away all night compressing air that doesn't need to be compressed.

I'm going to do it now, and when I come back, I will explain how much better I feel after getting some fresh air.

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My headache is gone. I feel alert, warm and strong.

Also, the moon was really big and bright.
It made a lampshade out of the clouds.
How pretty.

Did I mention?

I got my hair cut. So I guess the title of the blog is less of a literal description of my life now, and more the fading zeitgeist of my once hair-filled youth. Or something.

I went to bed so early last night. I think it was about 9. I woke up around 4 and couldn't really get back to sleep, so I got up at 5 and did some stuff on my laptop, which I'm obviously still doing.

Sleep is good. I like sleep. I like dreams. Dreams can have an interesting effect on how you start a day. Like the other day I had this dream that me and my brother and my dad were out on the ocean, just swimming, or with boards or something, and the waves were basically mountains of water rising up around the place, and I remember going under for so long, that in the dream I thought I might drown, but I just held on, tumbling and disoriented, until

 I rose to the surface. Then I remember being told to swim over the trees, because there was now this forest around us, and the water was rising over the forest, like when you swim over seewead and raised reef bits when you're snorkelling, except that was replaced with what looked like forest, as if you were flying just over it in a plane, not birds-eye, but on a downward angle anyway. I hope you know what I mean. Then there were these wire suspension bridge bits, which I can't really explain because dreams are just chaotic for me most of the time, and then it sort of went back to being linear and semi-rational for a while, as we came across a cliff, with some sort of cable/winch thing coming down from the top. Then I remember pulling and pulling ourselves, and all these packs we now had, up this winch thing. We pulled and pulled, and then we got to this point high above the forest and water, but still no where near the top, and we stopped, and I see that we were pulling a big brown sofa up this cliff. So the sofa was now suspended, on this rope, resting against the side of this straight up and down cliff. So I was hesitant in turning myself around to sit down, as it seemed a bit wobbly, and then there we were, sitting on this sofa, with camping gear, on the side of this cliff, as if it were some legitimate form of mid-cliff sleeping gear hahaha. So yeah, I got the sense that we were staying there over night, and you know how in dreams you just know things? and, absurd or not, you believe them, in the context? and you know how someitmes when you 'remember' something in the dream, the dream often starts to change accordingly? Yeah, well, it was kind of like that, like some lucid part of me decided that this must be a sleeping system, so there would have to be some kind of weather barrier too, like a half-tent. I think if I hadn't woken up then, that's what would've happened next, we would have set all that up. Sometimes I wish I could stay in a dream, to see how these things pan out. Do dreams ever conclude properly? Or do they always leave you hanging like this? I don't think the important feel of a dream can ever come across in it's description, but this whole dream felt very end-of-the-world important. That's sometimes not very nice in dreams. Other dreams sometimes feel light, and really freeing. I think they're the best kind of dream. Like when you're flying, or riding some crazy motorcycle thing. That's always fun.

Speaking of cliffs by the sea. I can't wait to see Ponyo On the Cliff by the Sea! Or Ponyo, as it's called over here. I'm going to see the english version. It has Tina Fey, and Cate Blanchett, and Liam Neeson. But also, I really liked the english versions of all the other miyazaki movies. Especially Howl's Moving Castle. I watched the making of the dubbing on the DVD, and the pixar guy talked about how they made a huge effort in making it really accurate and everything, as if no one had ever done that before. Anyway, yeah, should be a whole lot of traditional cell animation goodness.

Happy birthday for last week man - thanks.

I haven't said anything for a while.

I had a birthday. It was kind of spread out across the weekend like a throw rug of gifts and outings. I got a book of drawings, and a novel I'd never heard of. I got a $30 gift card. I played scrabble. I went to a cousins 21st party at Queens, at which I was refused entry until my dad came hahaha. It was really loud and packed in the upstairs bit. We left pretty soon after we had got there, but it was nice seeing everyone.

Yesterday I went to fremantle on the train with a friend. I'd only been for school excursions, so it was really fun going to all the different shops that I'd never seen before. It's a lot better than going into the city. We went to this little store called kakulas sister which is one of those old style food stores with open bags of beans and seeds and tea and coffee.

I kept saying things like "ooh, I've never tried those" and "oh man, those look so good". There was a bag of chamomile flowers which I lent over and smelled. I've never tasted chamomile, or even really smelled it. I think I'll buy some chamomile tea. I'm not really a tea drinker, but I still like it. Then we went to elizabeth's, after some other little detours. There was a section for the antique books. I picked out a book that had one of those old style hardcovers with no writing on it, with some sort of opal/paua shell looking pattern on it. I don't know what it was made of, but that part was embedded onto the cover, and the page edges were coloured too. It looked very old, but I think it was from the sixties. The introduction explained that it was a novel by a german novelist from the seventeenth century who worked under many names, all anagrams of his own. The list was very amusing to read through, all these german three-part names. Apparently he was the father of the novel, before the english 'fotn' who I forget the name of, wrote. It said that people were still passing around these books that they thought were written by different people for years and years, and only very recent research had found out the little they know about his life. It had woodcuts in the front section and everything. It's so interesting to look at old books like that. I found another one which was an old, old book about bees! Anyway, we looked at some other books before leaving. There was an old 50's penguin copy of The War of the Worlds by H G Wells which was pretty cool to see. After that we had lunch, sitting in that park near little creatures brewery. Then we ended up at the other elizabeths, the sister store of the other one, just around the corner. There's a proper fiction section which the other one doesn't have. There was an old penguin book there I saw, amongst all the others in the classics section, that was by Henry Handel Richardson. I read the introduction/bio part. It kept saying that 'she' wrote it when 'she' was here and 'her' inspiration was this and that. I couldn't understand why someone would name their newborn daughter Henry in 1870. Furthur reading revelealed that she, Ethel Florence Lindesay Richardson took the name of her brother, who had died, I think. She said that there was a controversy at the time over whether a woman could write a novel as well as a man, and she wanted to test this.


The book I had picked up was the second in 'The Fortunes of Richard Mahony" trilogy, about a man who comes to Australia for the gold fields. It's apparently one of the best australian works of literature, but was hardly successful or recognised when the books were released. Because the release dates were so far apart, and the story takes a while to conclude.

• Australia Felix (1917)
• The Way Home (1925)
• Ultima Thule (1929)
• The Fortunes of Richard Mahony (1930)
  • Comprising the novels: Australia Felix, The Way Home and Ultima Thule

When it did, with Ultima Thule, it was then recognised as the great work that it was. What's a story without an ending? Then it was released as the one volume.



Maybe I should go back and buy the book. I'd have to find the other two though. Hmmm.

-Oh wow, I just thought, maybe she has a story in my best australian short stories book, and I looked, and there she was! Ha! I love that. iquwpreoiuqwpoieru You don't need to know this. But it's fun.

Anywayyyy, we got some gelato from Il Gelato. I got Cherry. Hahaha, somebody knows I was thinking of them. Anyway, we walked back to the train station, and I felt very at peace, and breezy, and summery. It was the best I've felt in a long time. Fremantle is lovely. Herman Melville was right, about man being drawn to the sea. You can feel it in the air. The cool breeze of the coast. We ate pumpkin seeds on the ride home, and looked out the window at the sun glistening on the brown, port water of the shipyards. We were so close to it, if the train fell to one side, we would all drown. When we went into a tunnel, and all went black, I could see my reflection in the opposite window. I smiled at myself, as if to say, hi, friend. A man kept looking, staring intently at me the whole trip, but I made no notice, and tried not to be judgemental. Sometimes I'll stare back into their eyes, the people who do that. I once did that, with a man, I forget where, and I smiled at him, and he was almost repulsed by the warmth of it. He stared back for a whole second though, which is a long time to have direct eye contact with a stranger. Then he looked away, defeated. I don't know why he was looking at me. A guy with thick rimmed glasses, in that horn-rim shape, you know, I don't remember what to call that, but a guy got on the train and sat down at the end of my row of seats, and I lent over to see if he had lenses in his glasses, because it looked like he didn't, and I find that pretty annoying, and also, I need a new prescription and I'm going crazy looking out for people with glasses, trying to decide what frames to get, or to just stay with these. Anyway, so, stupidly, I lent over very conspicuosly and looked and he saw me do this and I felt really silly, and he looked down and I sat back on my seat and stared out the window, and sort of laughed at myself, inside.

A Dilemma

You have a tin of prunes,

you can either:

a) stock them in the dried fruit section.

b) stock them in the canned fruit section.

You make your decision at some point between the two aisles, without looking at the sections for reference, and cannot turn back if you are wrong.

As the night-fill God's stand-in, I decide your fate. Choose wisely!

What can money buy a man like me?

It really doesn't help, that I get home from work at 1:30, or thereabouts. Then I feel hungry, and that I really need to do something or watch something, as a precautionary measure against lying in bed with shelf stocking running through my mind like the tetris effect, and then feeling like that's pretty much all I'd done that day.

But don't get me wrong, the job suits me, and I had my first payday today. Maybe I'll buy something.


Maybe I'll buy an old penny farthing that travels through time.

































Maybe I could buy a fjord.


























Maybe I could buy another year of life.


























Maybe I'll just go out somewhere with a friend. Somewhere.
























Guten nacht, friendo.