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Damnation makes me feel at home... Safe, and secure in the darkness. My own little piece of darkness. How emo does that sound. Damnation is an Opeth album... it's quiet, melodic, peaceful, and pained. It's strong. It tells of the evil in the world without whining, bemoaning, or crying. It just tells, it sits and observes, and finds its own place within it. It's not trying to be anything, it just is. I like it.
I'm drafting up plans for an extensions to a rundown fibro cottage in Cooma... which involves redrawing stuff from the original plans which were drawn in the late 1940s and are in imperial measurements. My complicator is getting a workout.
Ani Difranco is singing of the urge to kill something beautiful to hang it on your wall. I couldn't kill Cooma to hang on my wall... it's too large.
Music makes me happy.
Being in Cooma makes me happy too... When I get back to Sydney I always wonder what the fuck I'm doing here. There are things here that I love...such as my girl, and organic food co-ops, and the never ending free food parade that is the Woolworths bin, and the fact that things like to grow here instead of drying up and dying... but there's something funky about Sydney that makes me feel like I'm never going to be 100% happy here...
But I guess the thing is, that I have to carve out my Cooma lifestyle here. The bad sydney stuff has to be avoided (i.e. malls, traffic, too many people, traffic, cars, driving, traffic, ads, malls, traffic, and too many mercedes, and traffic)...and the good things indulged (bike rides on bike paths that aren't on roads, sitting on the verandah drinking with friends, organic food co-ops, gardening, blues music, other music gigs, bindiving, pubs that brew their own beer)...
Biggest problem is the noise and the humidity... and I hate to whinge... but I can't escape them and they drive me crazy. I think the only thing to do is listen to more blues...
I miss my girl... I got used to having her around all the time while I was in Cooma.
I'm drafting up plans for an extensions to a rundown fibro cottage in Cooma... which involves redrawing stuff from the original plans which were drawn in the late 1940s and are in imperial measurements. My complicator is getting a workout.
Ani Difranco is singing of the urge to kill something beautiful to hang it on your wall. I couldn't kill Cooma to hang on my wall... it's too large.
Music makes me happy.
Being in Cooma makes me happy too... When I get back to Sydney I always wonder what the fuck I'm doing here. There are things here that I love...such as my girl, and organic food co-ops, and the never ending free food parade that is the Woolworths bin, and the fact that things like to grow here instead of drying up and dying... but there's something funky about Sydney that makes me feel like I'm never going to be 100% happy here...
But I guess the thing is, that I have to carve out my Cooma lifestyle here. The bad sydney stuff has to be avoided (i.e. malls, traffic, too many people, traffic, cars, driving, traffic, ads, malls, traffic, and too many mercedes, and traffic)...and the good things indulged (bike rides on bike paths that aren't on roads, sitting on the verandah drinking with friends, organic food co-ops, gardening, blues music, other music gigs, bindiving, pubs that brew their own beer)...
Biggest problem is the noise and the humidity... and I hate to whinge... but I can't escape them and they drive me crazy. I think the only thing to do is listen to more blues...
I miss my girl... I got used to having her around all the time while I was in Cooma.