I was sitting at my desk just now listening to music through headphones when I heard something that sounded like someone using a power tool -- maybe an angle grinder or a power sander -- next door.

Then I took my headphones off and realised that it was a cicada just outside the window.

Welcome to Australia in summer.

I am about to walk to the ( Read more... )

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I found a bottle of Pepsi Max in the cupboard downstairs, I think left over from some sort of celebration where people came over (my hippy parents don't drink soft drink except for shandies and I don't ever bother buying it except for my bad Red Bull habit). I decided to put it in the freezer to make a sort of bogan slushie.

I took it out of the ( Read more... )

Visiting my parents.

Today I drove around with my dad looking at rubbish left out for the council cleanup: old mattresses, tables, broken plastic Sebel chairs, tons of televisions. Every time we saw something particularly tacky we’d shout “TACKARAMA,” á la Tick from Priscilla. Examples: a pile of broken pipe-and-webbing lawn chairs gone grey from ( Read more... )

The Black Guitar

Clearing out ten years from a wardrobe
I opened its lid and saw Joe
written twice in its dust, in a child's hand,
then a squiggled seagull or two.

Joe, Joe
a man's tears are worth nothing,
but a child's name in the dust, or in the sand
of a darkening beach, that's a life's work.

I touched ( Read more... )

I'm amused by the drunken post I made last night, here. I was at a friend's 21st, and while I wasn't too drunk to remember, I was nicely sozzled ( Read more... )