The quiet, elderly queer couple (one in an AIDS day shirt) who met my eyes with a resigned sadness ( Read more... )

Duel of the passive aggressives

I really should wear peril sensitive sunglasses near the supermarket magazine racks.

da Vinci code bombshell: the secret that killed Diana

there just aren't words ...

Supermarkets that close at 9pm ... What decade is it again?
Advertising Internet access usually means *providing connectivity* not just allowing people to dial an ISP through your PBX at 28k ... see above ( Read more... )

Black Panthers at Macdonaldtown station.

Strangely enough, this is my most powerful memory of Sydney. It encapsulates struggle. The fight that goes on even after your medals have been taken from you. The fight to have the universe acknowledge your right to exist.

So Sydneysiders and admirers, why? What about this place makes the fight ( Read more... )

Drove down to Royal National Park to look at waterfalls. Got distracted by how much fun the road was. Went looking for a secluded beach. Found a fire trail instead. Walked along it for half an hour or so. Listened to the frogs and birds be happy. Ate a fabulous picnic lunch. Got back in the car, headed for Kiama and the blowhole. Got distracted by ( Read more... )

As I crossed the lake,
road greasy, cars manic,
in the corner of my vision,
I saw flame.

A towering icy pillar,
no reds, golds or oranges,
only lavender and blues,
drew my eye.

Like a finger of the gods,
of cold and eldritch balefire,
stretching from the steel gray waters,
toward the indigo midwinter sky.

Non-smoking male seeks friendly open-minded person for road trip and adventures to Melbourne this Friday, returning Tuesday. Please BYO petrol if possible. :-)

Tonight,
on this cool autumn evening,
as I waited for the lights to change,
I observed.

A gentleman,
of asiatic extraction,
descendant of Han,
performing.

He danced,
an indigenous fire drill,
with elements of Maori haka,
without irony.