zeitgeist

On Friday night, when Mia was cleaning up/ rearranging the deckchairs on the titanic the music room, I had an odd urge to play Julian Cope's album World shut your mouth. It's a good record, and I say ' odd' because I hadn't had that urge for ten years or so, though bits of the music come to me at strange times. Anyway I put it on and played through one side, then I think I went to bed and she kept moving things around. Flash forward twenty four hours and we are at Northcote Social Club, and Julian Cope's first album comes on the PA. Zeitgeisty enough for you? Well, then, when I go to get the car at 2 am and turn the radio on, what's on? Julian Cope's band The Teardrop Explodes. About half an hour later, we drop Carla off in Coburg and there is a detour required in O'hea street due to roadworks so I have to go back east. And as I do this we are discussing this strange emergence of a Julian Cope theme to things. And guess what. First street to the left off O'hea is... Cope St.

red lights in the rain

reflections of my life oh how they fill my eyes

Here are some things from my life over the last few years. Yes, I was there and took all of these photographs straight off reality. I even know what they are all pictures of, but I won't spoil it for you. I even have fond memories evoked from some of these pictures. Weird.

I just don't know what to do with myself.

Sorry, I know I said I wouldn't, I just have nothing particular to say and I'm in a fallow period writing-wise.

What were you doing ten years ago?
My 1998 diary does not list anything specific for 25 November 1998, but on that week's spread I see notes re: birthdays of people who I can no longer identify, an email address for someone I can't remember but who appears to be Italian, a memo of band rehearsal, a meeting with 'Alice' - presumably not my niece Alice, but who? A meeting with Gary - presumably not Gary Barlow, but who? A few phone numbers... the note 'Ethics due', and I suppose they were, and also note that I was doing driving practice with my father.

What are 5 things on your to-do list today?
I did them. Put in notice re: a field trip I'm doing in a few weeks. A couple of emails I had to send and a meeting that needed to be set up. And so on. Nothing special.

What snacks do you enjoy?
I am quite into buja mix.

Things that you would do if you were a billionaire?
What would I have to live for? OK. Well I'd do research into how to make everyone a vegetarian and stop smoking, and the people who objected to my fascist preferences I would have killed by stuffing money in their mouths till they can't breathe.

Three of your bad habits?
Laziness crossed with obsessive work ethic
When I get told to lie on my bed I go scabbing for food in the kitchen... oh wait, that's Millie
Poisonous sting.

Five places you have lived?
Erko
North Pole
Genoa
Geneva
Genexia

Five jobs you’ve had?
Wag
Gypsy
Skinflint
Pilot
Ambidextrist

How did you name your blog?
It's my mother's name, I never knew her.

bulk mint progress

These are pixs I took while walking to the station a few days ago, of the new developments. One is the notice of application for a planning permit for some townhouses adjoining the shopping centre. Good idea, I say, though I would rather live in an iron maiden than a townhouse, myself. It will be good for the shops and overall will create an ambience not entirely unlike the short-lived police/soap soap, Above the Law. Remember that? In which various yuppies lived in an apartment complex which had a police station at the ground floor. Also, it will be not unlike Number 96 with a dash of Richmond Hill. Cool. In the middle, the uberrenovation to which I may have alluded previously, whereby an entirely new house has been stuck on the front of an old house in a somewhat incredible display. Congratulations! The last is the vacant lot where one of the oldest houses in the area stood until it burnt down about five or six months ago. I met a man in the street last year who claimed to be the owner of this house and also claimed that no-one had lived in it since the 1960s and also that you need three things in this life, friends money and a third thing which I suppose you don't need me to boldly hit you in the eye with, a word beginning with c and ending in t and aren't I coy. He wasn't though. I am not sure how those three things would all have worked synchronously to get him what he wanted, which was I think not the house tenanted, but planning permission to build units. Since the house burnt down, nothing more has happened to the block, unless you are a piece of vegetation, in which case, it has been great news for vegetation.

My lunch today was so gorgeous I photographed it before I ate it. One of the staff caught me doing it but didn't say anything.