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Man, you should see my abs at the moment. They're looking fatastic! You want to know why? whooping cough. yeah, thats right, I got whooping cough. This is full body paroxysms, uber phlegm, occasional vomit, waking up multiple times a night, severely straining muscles in my back, barely able to breathe (thats the "whoop", this strained, high pitch intake of breath) mega cough. And I still feel fine for most of the time. I'm great. i'm just coughing a lot. And hurting my back. And starting to get REALLY shitty about it.
Apart from that, I'm having a very nice trip really. Only got to do a surface skip of the good-ship Sydney. I traversed Oxford St fairly comprehnsively and it is tres cool, with a wonderfully high open homosexual quotient. But Brunswick St in Melbourne still has my heart. Apart from that, contact with the retail side was limited. Got a t-shirt, journal and records. Decided I want to start making my own t-shirts. We hit Manly for dinner one night (plays like an over commercialised, kinda skanky freo with the population of the Cott jammed in. As liam said: "I don't think these are my people") and did the Art gallery on Sunday (Exhibition of Bill Hensons photography. Awesome atmospheric pieces dealing with the interesections between the personal and place. Realy quite cool) and checked out Circular Quay (reminiscent of a bad theme park, everything just that bit overconstructed and curiously dead). The Cohen concert was wonderful, really really cool. An amazing cast singing amazing songs. Was unfamiliar with a lot of them, but it didn't matter. Highlights included Jarvis and Beth doing a 9 minute duet of Death of A Ladies Man, Rufus doing Hallejuah and Chelsea Hotel, tears in the eyes when The Handsome Family did Famous Blue Raincoat, and If It Be Your Will by this androgynous guy called Antony who noone knew, but had one of the more beautiful voices flying around. But fuck it was all good, and they were all having fun and dancing about. and then rufus danced with jarvis and tried to kiss him. and that was just plain cool.
Since then we hit Melbourne on Monday and came straight to Lorne (A kind of windswept, chilly version of Margaret river) where we hit hibernation mode. Sleeping fuckloads, reading heaps and watching videos. Well not much else we can do considering the weather, which in the space of 24 hours between tuesday and yesterday went from 35 to 13 degrees while bucketing down 50 mls of rain. Gotta love Victoria. We're getting back to Melbourne proper tomorrow which should be fun, providing this fucking cough starts to get its shit together by the weekend.
Its my dad's 60th birthday on Saturday. Its bizarre to think that your parents are getting old. He's still in pretty spectacular shape, but still... 60... its a big number.
Anyway, I'm sure this is reading like a bad excursion into family albums, so I'll cut it short. I'm really looking forward to getting home. I miss my cadre and want to jam in the excitement before uni begins again. See you some point after the 7th. Much love,
Apart from that, I'm having a very nice trip really. Only got to do a surface skip of the good-ship Sydney. I traversed Oxford St fairly comprehnsively and it is tres cool, with a wonderfully high open homosexual quotient. But Brunswick St in Melbourne still has my heart. Apart from that, contact with the retail side was limited. Got a t-shirt, journal and records. Decided I want to start making my own t-shirts. We hit Manly for dinner one night (plays like an over commercialised, kinda skanky freo with the population of the Cott jammed in. As liam said: "I don't think these are my people") and did the Art gallery on Sunday (Exhibition of Bill Hensons photography. Awesome atmospheric pieces dealing with the interesections between the personal and place. Realy quite cool) and checked out Circular Quay (reminiscent of a bad theme park, everything just that bit overconstructed and curiously dead). The Cohen concert was wonderful, really really cool. An amazing cast singing amazing songs. Was unfamiliar with a lot of them, but it didn't matter. Highlights included Jarvis and Beth doing a 9 minute duet of Death of A Ladies Man, Rufus doing Hallejuah and Chelsea Hotel, tears in the eyes when The Handsome Family did Famous Blue Raincoat, and If It Be Your Will by this androgynous guy called Antony who noone knew, but had one of the more beautiful voices flying around. But fuck it was all good, and they were all having fun and dancing about. and then rufus danced with jarvis and tried to kiss him. and that was just plain cool.
Since then we hit Melbourne on Monday and came straight to Lorne (A kind of windswept, chilly version of Margaret river) where we hit hibernation mode. Sleeping fuckloads, reading heaps and watching videos. Well not much else we can do considering the weather, which in the space of 24 hours between tuesday and yesterday went from 35 to 13 degrees while bucketing down 50 mls of rain. Gotta love Victoria. We're getting back to Melbourne proper tomorrow which should be fun, providing this fucking cough starts to get its shit together by the weekend.
Its my dad's 60th birthday on Saturday. Its bizarre to think that your parents are getting old. He's still in pretty spectacular shape, but still... 60... its a big number.
Anyway, I'm sure this is reading like a bad excursion into family albums, so I'll cut it short. I'm really looking forward to getting home. I miss my cadre and want to jam in the excitement before uni begins again. See you some point after the 7th. Much love,