in the one entry
The frangipani seems to have suddenly burst into scent on our street. This, after a bus ride that I spent with my head tilted back against the seat, gazing at blue skies, green leaves and the detail of the Broadway globes --- did you know there are sort of dragon/eagle things holding up those globes? I never noticed that before --- has got me loving summer in Sydney. *sigh*
I really do love this city. From the dark grey slope of Martin Place to the glittery brown horridness of the Channel Seven building to the subtle glints of Windeyer Chambers to the oh so tempting window displays of David Jones. *sigh and double sigh* The skies over Sydney are so so lovely, clear uncluttered and sometimes interspersed with the deep green leaves.
Tonight the Lovetones are supporting Starky at Spectrum, the Dollies are headlining at the Empire and the work drinks have just gotten started at the Sir John Young. I was totally going to go to the drinks but got out of court at 4.40 and, because they had written 4.00 - 5.00 on the staff room whiteboard, thought "Argh, they must be done by now" so came straight home. They were so cool, they actually just called me on the mobile and said "Where the fuck are you?"
I'm home now, I've just thought of a concept mix for the Fervent lady singer which I've got to get cracking on and the Twit/nstars are going to her birthday disco bowling thing tonight. I kinda wish I had gone to the drinks now, especially if the cute monitor boy is there. He came and sat on my desk today and tried to strike up a conversation cos he was bored. I was in the middle of a transcript. Today was the last day of courts, I think, and they don't resume til mid Jan. I wonder if I'll see him again. Prolly not. Thass okay. *sigh and triple sigh*
Am reading The Music Of The Spheres finally. Jamie James alternates 'tween irritating the fuck out of me and making some very intriguing new points I had never heard before. He is a bit of a wanker though and I've taken to making little notes in the margins which may or may not say 'cynical bastard' and the like. I don't think he likes literature very much. Irony of ironies.
Right. Mix. Deadline.
I really do love this city. From the dark grey slope of Martin Place to the glittery brown horridness of the Channel Seven building to the subtle glints of Windeyer Chambers to the oh so tempting window displays of David Jones. *sigh and double sigh* The skies over Sydney are so so lovely, clear uncluttered and sometimes interspersed with the deep green leaves.
Tonight the Lovetones are supporting Starky at Spectrum, the Dollies are headlining at the Empire and the work drinks have just gotten started at the Sir John Young. I was totally going to go to the drinks but got out of court at 4.40 and, because they had written 4.00 - 5.00 on the staff room whiteboard, thought "Argh, they must be done by now" so came straight home. They were so cool, they actually just called me on the mobile and said "Where the fuck are you?"
I'm home now, I've just thought of a concept mix for the Fervent lady singer which I've got to get cracking on and the Twit/nstars are going to her birthday disco bowling thing tonight. I kinda wish I had gone to the drinks now, especially if the cute monitor boy is there. He came and sat on my desk today and tried to strike up a conversation cos he was bored. I was in the middle of a transcript. Today was the last day of courts, I think, and they don't resume til mid Jan. I wonder if I'll see him again. Prolly not. Thass okay. *sigh and triple sigh*
Am reading The Music Of The Spheres finally. Jamie James alternates 'tween irritating the fuck out of me and making some very intriguing new points I had never heard before. He is a bit of a wanker though and I've taken to making little notes in the margins which may or may not say 'cynical bastard' and the like. I don't think he likes literature very much. Irony of ironies.
Right. Mix. Deadline.