Get Set for Mr. S!

This post is dedicated to one of my oldest friends Mr. S. 15 years we have under our belts with narry a cross word between us... well that I can remember either!

He's one of those people that draws interesting people to him and my life would be so much greyer for it not for our friendship!

I'm so proud of him, He's got himself this regular DJ gig on a Sunday afternoon "The Sunday Set" at the Toff in Town.

He is totally in his element and each week there is a theme that all the songs must adhere too. This week's was "Luck" so you've got your Tumbling dice, Lucky Star, Knock on Wood, etc. etc. I love it and would be there every week if I could be.

Here they are in the free rag last year...

He's such a sweety boy and I love him (that Nurofen is kicking in!!!)

P.S. He's single if there's any interested gents out there!!

Red Tenting it...

I'm starting think the idea of having a 'Red Tent' such as they had in biblical times for menstruating women to go it is a great idea! I'm sure the boy would sure appreciate it too! Not only do you get to hide out from the world and not have to lift a finger with your 'sisters' looking after you, but the rest of the world doesn't have to put up with you either!!

I'm such a raggy horrible bitch at the moment... not to say no-one else (eg the boy) is to blame because of course everything is his fault. It always is.

Ive been having some good chats with my doctor recently. She said that people are always wanting to find something physically wrong with them because they don't want to admit they are just tired and maybe doing too much. That has really stuck with me. She also said that I have a lot on my plate what with kids and work and running a household etc. and that I should try and take more time out for myself, I actually feel I've got a little too much time to myself at the moment and too much time to think can be a bad thing!!!

She did test my hormone levels for me though, and of course they were normal, I'm not going through early menopause or have an ectopic pregnancy any of the other things my stupid brain comes up with that I get all obsessed about. I'm just fucking normal! How boring is that!

So I walked home (in the rain) and thought stuff the dishes/washing/total fucking mess that is called my house and the rest of the to do list and I am sitting in bed with my peppermint tea, cheesy teenage novel waiting for my Nurofen plus to kick in and closing the door on the rest of the world!

W is for...

It's funny how certain people can come into your life when you need them most. It's no secret that I've been feeling a little lost of late and it gets you thinking about things that might have been important to you once upon a time that work, travel, kids and, well life gets in the way of you fully exploring. I have a deep interest in Witchcraft and Pagan beliefs and about 10 years ago I was studying and practicing, but then of course, said life gets in the way. Well my newest friend took me to a catch up with some witch friends of hers, and whether or not anything comes of it, it's brought me back to something that I am really passionate about, probably part of my re-claiming of myself back after having kids and all that.

I came to Wicca though Fiona Horne. It was when I read her first book, that I realised that much this was what I was already naturally doing. Noticing the moons cycles etc, and I had a type of alter for years. I finally found something that I connected with, I'd never felt that before with any type of religious practice.

I already liked her as a singer, and when I heard about a book she was writing on 'urban witchcraft' it spiked up my ears. I also remember when I finally found the book maybe two years later, I was having a bad day and a few things had gone wrong and I was a bit stressed out. I walked into a bookshop and there was Fiona, with snakes coming out of her hair, it was wonderful and immediately turned a bad day into a wonderful journey.

I'm not really sure how the Pagan community feels about Fiona, whether they think she is a fluffy Bunny, making light of the craft, and I have to admit, of recent years, its more of a reality TV and less writing so I can understand if she's not being taken so seriously! But I still love her, and I'm so tired of worrying about what other people think, I like her. I like that she does keeps things simple. I read about others spells and practices which are so complicated, you must have this phase of the moon, these particular tools, this whatever... Fiona talks about the will and intent being the most important, the tools are mealy that, tools. If your will is telling you to do the spell now, but the moon is not in the right phase, well what is more important!!! Your will, your symbolism, what speaks to you.

I also like that she is the antithesis of the old witchy stereotype. Anyways, here's a few photographs I took of her back in the olden days (you know... back in the late 90's!!)
The fist ones were taken of her conducting a spell at a book launch, the second performing at club solo just after Def FX broke up. I love the colour and movment in that shot.

Enjoy!

Rampant Consumerism...

So I overheard something disturbing when dropping Little Miss off at Kinder yesterday...

"I caught him trying to slip his ipod into his kinder bag"

IPOD! KINDER BAG!?

What the fuck does a four year old need a fucking ipod for!!??

My friend C is a single mum. Her ex (who, mind you left her when she was 3 mo pregnant with their second child. Informs her later that he was planning to leave but wanted child 1 to have a sibling. Does this go to show the mentality we are dealing with here!?) Anyways, he come from a wealthy family (and has never had to lift a finger beyond menial jobs... anyway this is not about him) this is about the fact that the two kids, 5 and 7 both have fucking ipods for godsake.

IPODS! 5 & 7!?

So C says to me "how am I ever supposed to compete with that?" I said you don't compete. You keep going the complete opposite with op shop clothes and lots of love and a great role model who works hard and is making it on her own!

Go C... I loves ya!

This is me...

Prince...

A few years ago, my friend S held a 'Prince' Night. Thats right, the little purple man...

This was back when I was still photographing and I managed to come up with these little beauties...

Enjoy!

Songs to get you through a break up with a really nasty ex boyfriend (circa. 1995)

For when you start to figure out somethings wrong... maybe around the first time he makes you cry...

"...you look at me the wrong way and I start to cry."



When things start getting too hard, you know somethings wrong but he's got you brainwashed into thinking that it's your fault.

"I'm on your side Are you too blind to see,
I'm on your side You know I'm not the enemy..."



"When you start your get your strength back... you start getting angry and decide you don't wanna take this shit anymore...

"I'm bored staring at the ceiling while you point out my flaws, Ive watched the wallpaper peeling from slamming doors"



"When you finally get the strength to break up with him... Yeah I know that in this some the protagonist was dumped... but its about the anger...

And how he told you that no one else would ever want you and you could never do better than him. Then he comes back and tells you that, although he's been fucking his best (female) friend, that didn't work and he realised it was you that he missed and he wants you to reconsider.

"Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it..."



This is for that confused time just after a breakup, that daze you are in when you realise its over, you've gotten out.

The song itself is about stalking your ex... but again, its the ANGER!

"I know that my mind is confusion, I know that you have no more love,
For me and I need a transfusion, or someone to wake me, shake me"



And this ones for when your just so angry, usually with yourself for not seeing that you should have dumped him back at Tina Turner, that you need to jump around the room and scream at the top of your lungs to let it all out.

"Kitty, kitty please come here but don't you touch me don't you dare..."

Favourite and least favourite book of the week...

My favourite book this week (I've read two so its not hard to choose!) was Kelly Doust's A Life in Frocks. I liked it so much I've gone and bought two copies fo friends for presents! I like an author is prepared to admit her flaws and faux pars (I related to her experience of 'out of uniform' days at school and how she got them SO wrong!) and though I'm not sure about her taste all the time (she was going on and on about Sass and Bides Futuregrande Collection, which I had to then look up because im such a fasion ignoramous. I gotta say i thought it was hideous!) But then again im still wearing the same stuff I wore 10 years ago, which I prefer to think means I'm about 5-10 years ahead of my time in terms of fashion trend cycles! I like people who are obsessed about something and not embarassed to admit it! And given that, other than the said Sass & Bide, she creats her own style and loves a good op shop trawl! (see previous entry!)

The other book I read this week was Things Bogans Like, much like its redneck American cousin Stuff White People Like whose only purpose in life seem to be to make me feel embarrased by liking anything slightly mainsteam and not being all impressed by stuff thats so arty and wanky that my bogan white brain simply couldnt comprehend. Look I know the whole things terribly tongue in cheek and the (anonomous) authors are self confessed snobs... But if there's one thing I hate more than Bogans it's Wankers who think they are better than everyone else... You know the type... people who make comments like "I prefer Ebooks beacuse I read so fast that I find turning pages slows me down too much"... Yes this is a real comment from someone I don't like being around because they make me feel like such a Bogan!



One thing I did feel about both these books, they could have done with being about 20 (frocks) to 50 (bogans) pages shorter as they tend to get a bit repetitive towards the end...

I said they tend to get a bit repetitive towards the end...

Tantrums...

Tantrums are exhausting all round! Well except for Bubba-ista who just watched and took the whole thing all in... storing all the ideas in the memory bank for later!!

It was all about clothes, as it usually is with 4 year old girls... Ive tried to bring up a child immune to this crap but it seems its bigger than me! She chose a Summery (read-Slutty!) dress, and although it was mutually agreed upon to wear a Tshirt with it, the problem arose when she wanted to wear the Tshirt underneath and I had said it would go over the top... it's not a big deal I know and to be honest I don't really care, except that I had said that's what we were doing. Its a 15 min walk to childcare, usually a pleasant walk but with a soundtrack of "I wanna see the whole thing..." over and over in THAT voice, and when that didn't work she thought maybe "I don't want the Tshirt..." might change things. I remained strong and clam (on the outside anyways!) and just ignored, but it's so hard, inside I was seething and just wanted to shout at the little brat. And that's the thing, shes not a little brat!

It's 9.30 and I'm already exhausted! Thank the goddess for childcare and a day with just Bubba-ista whose tantrums I'm still able to laugh at and think 'Is that the best you can do, your gonna have to do better than that if you want to get up my nose!'

Good Finds...

Op Shop crawls can go either way. There are many factors that can make or break a successful Op Shopping experience;

You've got to pick you area - I am lucky enough to live in a skanky industrial suburb... I have 3 Op Shops in close proximity, all in the Industrial area away from main roads which = not overly picked over and Huge!

You've got to be in the right mood - The mood for hunting through Racks and Racks, in other words - Patience... Something I do not always possess!

You've got to have the time to browse and be unencumbered by pesky hangers on like Kids/Boyfriends.

You've got to be picky and have a few people of different sizes that like the same stuff as you, either that, or know whats good to take a risk on selling on Ebay.

The planets were aligned the other day and I managed to find a few worthwhile bargains, Here's some of the choice items I came upon;


This Hot Roller skating Tshirt in both Black and my fave, Purple! Score!!

This Cute Drag Racing Checkered Flag diner style shirt... Cept it's Size 6... I would need two of these joined together to have any chance of fitting it. This one is going straight to Ebay!










This one is an advertisement for TV1 but I can forgive that for the Cute SHAG style Pic.












Not Sure if this is Genuine Vintage or Reproduction Vintage, But the Tag looks old and I live a good Hawaiian Shirt!












This one comes under the "so ugly its fab" Heading... again too small but who can resist! There's always the dress up box!!

Old Friends...

I managed to catch up with two old friend this week, both of which I hadn't seen in a year or so and it was lovely. I always get a little paranoid when I don't manage to keep in regular contact with people, I guess in light of the last post I can see where this comes from! I get all worried that I've done something to upset them or that it's going to be awkward or whatever. But we took up where we had left off, as always seems to happen.

I like these encounters with people who knew me in my former life, It not only reminds me of who I was/am (JA said to me the other day "you are still you" and I thank her for that! it was what I needed to hear as I have been feeling pretty lost lately and feel like I am finally clawing myself back again.) but also makes me realise that with real friends it doesn't matter if its been a while and it really is quality over quantity.

And that I am lucky that I have a lot of real friends.

I am a very lucky person!

Ultra...

Here is one of my very early influences. I cant remember how old I was when I read this book but I was early to mid teens and it came out in 1988 when I was 13 so somewhere around then...

I never felt like I fitted in with the present so maybe that's why I became obsessed with the past? I cant remember what attracted me to Andy Warhol's art but it was probably the Marilyn connection because she was one of my first obsessions!

Anyways, Ultra Violet, who was really on the fringes of the factory scene but has managed to still make a career out of her limited involvement, became one of my first real influences when it came to fashion, attitude, and what life really could be like outside of a small town. Reality never lives up to anything that you think, But its nice to believe there might be more out there!

She wore nothing but purple (which was always my favourite colour), actually there is one image that always stuck with me, of her using beetroot to get the right colour lipstick, pulling it out of her bag and cutting a piece off for a touch up whereever she was! And even though she was part of that scene, didn't let it swallow her like it did so many others. So this is Ultra then...

And this is Ultra now...

Looking and thinking about this post has brought back memories of an Ex-friend, O. We had been friends in primary school and re-connected when we were 16. Again, one of the first times I felt I found somewhere I fitted in (I seem to be going though a lot of that lately!). She was interested in art, and 60's music too. She introduced me to the Velvet Underground and Old Movies and the Camperwell Market. But it wasn't to last... she dumped me, in the heartless ways that teenagers dump each other. She wrote me a letter. This long drawn out thing that I wish now I had kept because I'd love to read the melodrama in it! It was all so weird. It was like breaking up with someone who I was never romantically involved though we were closer than any boy/girl style relationship when your 16/17 so it really did hurt a lot more. I think I was just bewildered by the whole thing.

I've had a couple of other similar situations since, where a very close friendship has soured and it always hurts worse than a romantic break up because you expect that of the romantic relationship, not of friendship. But at least those times it had all been brewing and simmering for a while and to be honest it really was a relief. But O was just weird... It came out of the blue and I think it was one of the first times I really had my heart broken.

She did try to come see me again a while later, I think to try to explain but I gave her such the brush off I wouldn't have a clue what we actually talked about. I've always had a mean streak that lasts long after a relationship has ended!!!

No rooting allowed!

The flyer for the Sharpies event has been finalised...

Cept I had to sacrifice the word "Rooting" due to council communications policy!

You can book here

deja vu

You'll have to forgive me if I repeat myself on this blog. It's bound to happen. It's something I find myself doing a lot. Repeating myself that is. I think it stems from childhood where I felt nobody ever listened to me. So therefore I find myself repeating myself. A lot. Because I feel people don't listen to me.

Besides which, my brain feels like such a worn out over active sieve at the moment (if that makes any sense) that I can't seem to keep up with what I have written and what I think about writing. And believe me there is a hell of a lot more of the later than the former going on. It doesn't help that I cant even sit at my computer for two minutes before little miss wants to play her dora-little einsteins-mr maker-octonauts-wonder pets-reading eggs-angelina ballerina-diego-freakin' bubble guppies whatever the hell they are games or the boy starts yelling out 'where's my desert/what are you doing/come in here for a cuddle/why don't you love me' or some such co-dependent whining... Honestly he's worse than a small child and given that I have small children I can actually say that with authority.

Anyways, what got me onto this rant was that I was going to have a whinge about my insomnia which seems to have re-reared its ugly head of late including tonight where I was so tired and grumpy that I took myself off to bed early then, as always seems to happen as soon as the light goes off, I'm wide awake and my feet get all hot and my legs start to get all twitchy and then I start thinking about things that would be good to write about on my blog but I cant remember if I have written about them before and if I write about them again will I be caught out embellishing and not letting the truth get in the way of a good story et al.

But back to the insomnia, I couldn't remember if I'd winged about it before because I didn't want to repeat myself because I often do find myself repeating myself and I think it comes from childhood where I felt like no one ever listened to me and I seem to have developed this habit of repeating myself. Again.

Past Embarrasments...

What was the first album you got/bought?

Mine are actually OK... first one I got was Dire Straits Brothers in Arms, first one I bought was Madonna's Like a Virgin (both on tape of course!) Both classic albums... how boring is that! The answer to that question is supposed to heed much embarrasment! So here are a few gems from my childhood should have remain forgotten, except for the fact I have no (well very little anyway) Shame!

I was in trouble once and my mum took this one off me as a punishment... she should have kept it!


How embarrassing is this one? the fact that I owned it or that it was even produced in the first place! The standout track was "Eat your heart out Rick Springfield" which took me a while to figure out was a response to "Jesse's Girl" even though it wasn't actually sung by Jesse "The Body" Ventura! In researching this I found it's even got it's own Wikipedia entry!!


Now here's one that I really should be embarrassed about but am not, it's also what inspired this post! Neils heavy concept album was mentioned on RRR the other day... Yep Neil from the Young Ones, my favourite program as a kid (still up there!), harmless fun really but freaked out my Granny when we went to stay there (mind you the episode we watched there was Sick!). I bet I could even dig up this one if I needed too (also on tape mind you!)

And speaking of the Young Ones, for your viewing pleasure...

The good stuff...

OK so the last post talked about the trash I've been watching/reading... and that's not all that I'm about so here's some recent highlights I might mention in polite company...

The Hedgehog based on The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery (recommended to me by one of my more influential and serendipitous if not absent friends A.)

The No. 1 Ladies detective agency on DVD recommended by Library Jo based on the novels by Alexander McCall Smith (which I've always meant to read and never got around to!)

Fall Girl by Toni Jorden (Author of Addition) which brought to mind another of my favourite books Honk if you are Jesus by Peter Goldsworthy but that might just be the Tasmanian Tiger connection

Just Kids by Patti Smith which I am amazed at myself it took me so long to get around to reading considering I love both Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe.

Trash-a-rama

Anyone who knows me knows that I love a good bit of trash at times... recent examples may include; Secret Diary of a Call girl on DVD (the only TV show that could come anywhere near replacing Sex and the City for me!), Joan Rivers A piece of work, Julian Clarey's A young mans passage, I like you by Amy Sedaris, Nasty Girl by Ma-Ling Lee (another of about 20 million "memoirs" of sex industry workers that I seem just so intrigued by... no matter how fictitious they seem!). Anything by Candace Bushnell (who wrote Sex and the City), or Lauren Wiesberger (who wrote The devil wears Prada), both of which have just progressed into the trashy chick lit genre since promising starts... not that there's anything wrong with that!

But I may have just crossed the trash line... even for me!

Mr. Nick and I had a movie play date... to fucking Burlesque! Yep that one with Christina Aguilera and Cher! And just to improve on the trashiness factor... at 10 in the morning!!

I just have one thing to say... Cher's face does not move!!!

I have a kind of love/hate relationship with Cher... I like her in a campy, Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves kind of way... and think it's funny that for such a gay icon she kicked her daughter (now her son) out of home when she came out. But come on folks... the woman's a freak... let me repeat... HER FACE DOES NOT MOVE! and what is with that fucking ... song in the middle with no relevance to anything other than Cher's fucking contract???!!!

But what can you expect when the whole thing was a Xtina showcase (she was an executive producer after all).

It was trying to be a poor mans Chicago (which would have been OK if not for scrawny Renee whatshername) which was trying to be a poor mans Cabaret (Genius!)

But guess what... I paid to see it!! and mind you, it was the perfect play date when you don't get to see many movies... money well spent if only for the chance to pull it apart over lunch after!!!

But too much Ive wasted too much space on this movie length MTV clip which is showing more the trashy Pussycat doll style of Burlesque when I would much much much prefer to promote the old school "All Tease No Sleaze" style of those such as Hi Ball Burlesque featuring the fabulous Anna Go Go AKA Minister Anna






















Check her out in action here... not only can she twirl the tassels on the top... but check out that bottom action... now that's luscious!



And Honey... there's plenty more where that came from!!!

Pink bits!

Today was the first time I saw Pinks new video for Fuckin' Perfect. I love Pink, I think she has a great message, be yourself, you don't have to act like a slut and you can be sexy and intelligent at the same time. Highlights include at the end of the Stupid Girls film clip when the little girl picks the sports equipment and educational toys over the girly stuff, her song Don't let me get me and the lyric "all my underdogs" in Raise your glass (even though I couldn't figure out if it was Artichokes or Isotopes for a while there!)

This clip really moved me, I found myself in tears by the end and that's saying something given that I'm not even pre-menstral.

It made me so glad that I have daughters. I always though I would have one boy and that would be it, then I end up with two girls! I makes me think of something that JA said to me a while back about how she was glad that I had a daughter that I could pass my coolness onto. I hope so. I hope I can bring them up to be strong enough to be who they are, not to feel they need to conform to any kind of mould society may throw at them.

It also made me think of something else that moved me recently. I saw some pictures on facebook of the the girl who was the most pretty and popular girl at my school, she was one year below me and she was an absolute Barbie doll... she was 'Perfect'. She looks hideous now, she's had problems with drugs and she looks totally rexy, maybe feeling the pressure to still remain that perfect person? I don't know if she's ever left the ol' home town? I don't really know that much about her to be honest. It made me happy for a few seconds, but then it just made me really really sad.

This I want to say to the world... Girls... HIGH SCHOOL DOES NOT MATTER! It's only a few years and you can survive it! The most beautiful people in high school, well that's their peak... how sad is that!

New Friends....

I met up with the lovely Julie Mac the other day, Author of RAGE:A sharpies journal, we're doing an event at the Altona North Library on the 16th March... That makes it Hot Rods, Prostitutes, Chocolate, The Occult (Zodiac) and now, Sharpies... Not a bad collection of Library events! Kind of reminds me of the time I stayed in a christian youth hostel in Amsterdam and the sign on the door said;

No Alcohol
No Drugs
No Pornography
No Occult Materials

Well I had two out of the four in my bag when I arrived and It was certainly no stretch for me to find the other two!!

Anyways back to Julie Mac... It was nice to meet someone who, not only had I been corresponding with for a little while, but who you really feel a connection too, not to get too creepy but she felt it too! We've got a lot in common, and the things she mentioned are actually things that, although having known people into the same sort of thing, have never really had friends that I have shared those things with... sorry to sound all cryptic but I know what I mean!!!

So there you go, I've made myself a new friend. I don't think I've made a new one of those for at least 18 months! Go me!!

Oh and don't forget to come to the library on the 16th March!

And while your at it... check out this promo for her book...

You know that space I wanted...

The boy is full of surprises... The boy who, when he's got a day on his own with the kids wont even leave the house has taken them down the beach for the weekend, a full 48 hours without me!

Bliss!!!

Mind you he's going down to stay at his mum's (mega) camp, so she's gonna be there the whole time too, but it's still a massive thing for him to do. He might get a taste of what it's like being with them constantly and having to be fully responsible and watch their every move when not in the home environment. It's going to do him the world of good. And even though he will never admit it's hard work and he will be all like "I don't know what your talking about, it's easy", secretly I will know (and his mum will tell me too!!)

As for me, well they just left, it's 3.30 pm and I've just poured myself a glass of cheap wine, have the Ice cream chilling in the freezer and the music turned up loud. I'm working both days of the weekend, but it's just so nice to have my own SPACE!!!

Little sluts...

Now I'm certainly not saying I'm a perfect mum, in fact I'm the first to admit a) I'm not and b) there is no such thing. And yes I know that everyone is entitled to bring their kids up however they want and it's really none of my business and I really should keep my mouth shut... But here I go anyway!

I HATE it when people dress their kids up like little sluts... I know it's everywhere but what has got me riled up about it this time is a photo I saw on a facebook acquaintance's profile of her 5 year old daughter... I realise I am treading a fine line here as I am not shy about putting things out there and she may possibly see this but then again, if she was actually a good friend then I would probably feel the need to say this to her face so here goes...

She was dressed in a bikini with full make up on and posing with her chest sticking out and, frankly it looked almost kiddie pornographic. Then there was some comment by the mum about how she is 5 going on 15... well I have to tell you, Kids don't dress themselves, they may pick out their own clothes but someone has bought that for them! Then there's the make up... the kids certainly didn't do that herself by getting into mum's make up bag... Then you wonder why she's 5 going on 15 love!

There was also a photo of said kid surrounded by her Christmas presents this year... and I mean it when I say surrounded. I have another person in my life with a similar indulgent attitude to their child... I find it scary, this other persons kid only just turned 1 and has more than both my kids combined and then some. And all the toys are noisy and sing songs and have bells and whistles (that would ring and blow themselves... god forbid the kid would have to use its imagination!) I suspect these people maybe didn't have the greatest upbringing themselves and I acknowledge that it's wrong of me to judge... but I am! And I will! And my kids will get their Op Shop Bead frames and their craft supplies and their "no presents please" little birthday parties and their unisex jeans and Tshirts (and milkshakes instead of Bubba-chinos... but I've already gone there!!!) and then complain about their underprivileged upbringing and how come such and such got everything and I didn't...

I fully admit I am being judgmental, but it's all about believing in yourself and the way you choose to live your life. These people probably have similar rants to make about me and the way I bring up my kids too (I probably let them watch too much TV or let them use the computer too much... there's always something!!) Everyone to their own opinion... But mine is right... For ME!!!

(One of my...) Past Lives

I Just listed my enlarger for sale on Ebay. I have been meaning to sell it for a couple of years, I haven't used it for at least 5 years, But it was still a really hard thing to do. I guess it's a real acknowledgement that that part of my life is truly over which brings up all sorts of emotions.

Sadness - That the first thing I ever really felt good at is not such a big part of my life anymore.

Bitterness - That I never really took it as far as I could go with it, you see I was on the verge of the digital age and I just never really made the changeover which rendered me virtually useless for any kind of commercial work.

Guilt - That I spent all this time and money what with three years at uni and all that and never did all that much with it.

A bit stupid - because I was young and arrogant and gonna do all this stuff and be a rich and famous Rock and Roll photographer!

Embarrassment - when ever anyone asks me if I'm still doing any photography and I have to admit all I do is take a few happy snaps on the Instamatic.

But also...

Kind of proud of some of the things I did do with it.

I put on this exhibition at the Malthouse in Melbourne then at Saffs Cafe in Castlemaine. I funded the whole thing myself and although I didn't actually sell anything (I did give a lot of them away though) I had heaps and heaps of positive feedback and it was kind a really cool final bow to my photography career!

There was also a few other uni exhibitions, this was from the catalogue of one...

This one was published in a magazine called "Works on Paper" but I cant remember what the details were surrounding it...

I contributed a lot to the youth magazine VoiceWorks, here's one of them...

This one also made into VW but they only print in black and white so it lost a fair bit in the translation, here's the original...

I cant remember what this one was published in but its one of my favourites (even if I'm not friends with the Girl in the Supermarket anymore!)...

These next few were in a short lived magazine called "Witchcraft" which brings up another of my past lives (later OK!)...

And this is one of the ones I'm most proud of, It was in BLUE magazine which was the queer spin off of Black&White magazine...

Last but not least, I had this one made into a postcard which I used instead of a business card, Ive still got about 500 of them if anyone wants one!!!

So there you go, here spells the end of an Era that probably really ended about 10 years ago anyway... hope you've enjoyed my dip into one of my past lives!

Love this Journal I saw at TYPO today...

Space... the final frontier...

I think what I am literally needing in my life is Virginia Woolfe's metaphorical Room of one's own... (or am I metaphorically craving the literal, not really sure anymore!)

I just don't get a lot of space anymore!

One of my happiest living spaces was my little flat overlooking Princess Park in North Carlton, it's the only time I've really lived on my own and I loved it!

Now I share a bedroom, I used to have the spare room where MY bed is to escape to when I needed a little space or couldn't sleep, now that Bubbaista's room (note to any overnight guests, your very welcome as long as you don't mind a roommate!), we have a study, which I thought I could have made mine is taken over by the boys ever expanding collection of hunting and camping equipment which cant possibly live in the shed! And anyone who has little kids will know that you cant even pop into the toilet for a little quiet time since little miss grew tall enough to reach the door handles!

And I no longer have nap times to look forward too either!

Maybe it's just this week because I've been sick and so going to bed super early I don't get that night time me time (and my pile of DVD's is growing too!).

I know that time flies and it wont be long till I'll be complaining and suffering from empty nest syndrome when my kids wont want to know me, but for now... maybe I'll have one more crack at cleaning the study up and maybe do a tape line down the middle... just half a room will do me!

New Years Resolutions...

Here's my New Years Resolutions...

-Be more organised
-Get a new tattoo
-Eat well and exercise
-Move back to the country
-Get a new job (should be above the previous resolution
-Blog more (please note: it's already the 4th of Jan before I'm even posting my resolutions... not a great start!)

I was reading something recently about someone who felt that whatever you do on New Years Day would set the tone for the year... so it looks like this year will see me;

-grumpy from lack of sleep and a messy house
-doing housework
-getting frustrated with the kiddies and the boy
-grocery shopping
-not winning tatslotto
-watching crappy Hollywood movies

Happy 2011!

La La ink...

I've been catching up on my LA Ink's... I don't have pay TV so rely on the DVD's from the library so do absolutely realise I am about 2 years behind the times on LA Ink gossip... well, get over it!

I am very disappointed by the turn the show has taken, I have just finished the Collection 7 DVD which I think is the series 3 or 4 maybe? Anyways they have got rid of Kim and my absolute favourite Hannah because apparently they were not popular enough and now its just a revolving soap opera of stupid shop politics and dumb shop assistants who they obviously only have for the drama and chicks with way scary make up! Instead of focusing on the clients and the reasons behind the tattoo's they choose... but of course being the hypocrite I am, I'm still completely addicted and just put in my purchase request for collection 8 which is released in a week!



I also broke my own rules and went and purchased a book instead of getting the library to get it for me (That's twice in the last month you know!!) and bought the Tattoo Chronicles just because I wanted to and now I'm more and more desperate for another tattoo and, um, yeah!

Good KK Score!

I scored good with my Kris Kringle present this morning Whoever got me knows me well! But what they may not realise is that I am contemplating... well not contemplating, Planning a Library related tattoo for real!

It's been way too long, 8 years in fact since I have been tattooed and I think it would do wonders for my self esteem and make me feel like me again!!! Just waiting for an appointment now, but in the mean time, hoping someone will buy me this for Christmas...

It was twenty years ago today...

That one of the most defining moments of my life happened.

I broke my Pelvis...

On a Flying Fox...

Two days before Christmas...

At my parents staff Christmas Party...

Talk about a pain in the arse... LITERALLY!

So here's what happened: My dad had built a flying fox, it was one that you sat in and for some reason, rather than the cage part being down the bottom of the run, someone had tied it to the top. So up the ladder I go, sit in the cage/seat thing, untie and I'm off... all I remember is looking back and seeing that the knot was going to get caught, next thing I'm on the ground. My friend went to get my mum and I was walked back up to the house. As I said, this was during my parents staff Christmas party so they took me upstairs to the bed until things settled down a bit. Everybody was relatively calm, including me! though we could tell that I had broken my arm there didn't really seem to be anything else majorly wrong, though i did have a bit of an ache in my hip. Even when I was taken into the hospital the doctor said " I can see that she's broken her arm but I think she's just bruised her hip or she would be in more pain, but I'd better X-ray it anyway." Turned out my Pelvis was broken in two places... kind of lucky she X-rayed it as an afterthought hey! So I had to spend 3 weeks in hospital, the first 10 days flat on my back not allowed to move. Not so great for a 15 year old, Christmas in hospital and my whole school holidays gone.

I had also organised to change schools at that time so I had to start a new school, on crutches, weird crutches too because of my broken arm and having no kind of plaster on my body I got many comments of "You don't need crutches for a broken arm you know..." and the like. That was a really hard time, it took me a good 6 months to find where I fitted in at that school and spent a lot of time on my own. Had my first kind of meltdown where I couldn't stop crying and had to call mum up by recess because I couldn't handle being there. 15 is a very fragile age and all of this did not make it easy to make friends and find where I fitted in, which I think was my motivator for changing schools in the first place, that searching for where I fitted. ( I don't think I ever actually found that until my twenties anyway! guess I was just in too much rush).

So I obviously have a high pain tolerance, I remember saying to mum when I found out about the Pelvis "I thought when you broke a bone you were automatically supposed to cry" as that had been my observation at school, even all the tough boys cried when they broke their arms! The doctor also said to mum when looking at my arm X-rays "she's broken this arm before, I can see a bend in the smaller bone (Ulna I think it is?) where its been broken before".. I don't ever remember breaking my arm!!! though its very possible, I was quite a climber!

I cant believe that was 20 years ago! I can remember a lot of it like yesterday! guess I'm getting old hey!

Left the building...

Last night I watched Banksy's Exit through the gift shop, it was great, supposed to be a doco about this eccentric guy who was obsessed with filming street artists and eventually constructing this persona of "Mr. Brainwash" (Thierry) who becomes a "street artist" himself... More like Banksy's construct, his latest joke on the art world if you ask me! (I have found the word "Prankumentry" when doing my very detailed Internet searching over the last couple of minutes!) And if he did sell a million dollars worth of "Art" just by the construct of hype and and a factory style process of creating said Art then good on him, stick it to the man I say... Go Banksy!!

Rod Hadfield tries his best to take out the starter;-)

Something else that really pisses me off...

People who post those status updates on facebook that go something like...

October is cancer month. In memory of every cancer patient, family member and
friend who has lost their battle with cancer and in honor of those who continue to conquer it! Put this up for 1 hour if you love someone who has or had cancer.

And then there are the ones who try to get you to do it by inducing guilt...

Every person has 1000 wishes. A cancer patient only has one; to get better. I know that 97% of people will not post this as their status, but I hope that my friends will be one of the 3% who do ~ even for just one hour ~ in honour of those who never won the battle, and for those who are still fighting

Now I can imagine if I actually had cancer this would actually really piss me off... maybe you could give that person a ring or send them a message to let them know you are thinking of them? or maybe donate a couple of bucks to an organisation that actually does something about it?

Or this recent one...

Until December 7th change your profile picture to one of a cartoon character from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. The objective of this is not to see any human face on facebook, but an invasion of memories for the fight against Violence to Children. Remember we were kids too...

I mean really, who the hell is that actually going to help? sure it might be a bit of fun but how is changing your profile picture in anyway going to fix anything? don't pretend your saving the world via facebook, because then you get this...

READ CAREFULLY! The group asking everyone to change their profile picture to their favorite cartoon character is actually a group of peadophiles doing it because kids will accept their friend request faster if they see a cartoon picture. It has NOTHING to do with ChildViolence/NCPCC. It was on a show that warns you about internet frauds PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THI

Well, people changing their picture to or from a cartoon character is not going to change or contribute to this either!!

But I did get a kick out of this one...

Copy this and put it in your status if you know someone or have heard of someone who knows someone. If you don't know anyone or even if you've just heard of someone who doesn't know anyone then do still copy this. It's important to spread the message... Oh, and the hearts! ♥♥♥♥♥♥ For...**** sake, don't forget the hearts! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

And have you ever noticed its always the same people who do this that send you those god damn annoying chain emails... forward this to 20 million of your friends in the next 5 minutes or something bad will happen sometime in your life, well guess what, I'd rather risk the bad luck than risk pissing off my friends!!!

Take note people!!