August 2012
23 posts
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The Kids Are Alright; or, Don't Go Shagging My...
Sometimes, the big black dog of sadness haunts you. And sometimes it leaps up and licks you on the face.
For example, yesterday - I caught the train into town. In the fine city of Melbourne, when a train approaches the platform, commuters hear the pre-recorded and delicate intonation of a woman wishing us a good morning or afternoon, then telling us which train is arriving and on which platform....
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Gethsemane THIS!!
I’m gonna do it.
I’m betraying my kind.
I’m insulting my holy tribe.
I’m…RUNNING A GINGER RINSE THROUGH MY GINGER HAIR.
It’s like a betrayal, I know - perhaps clinging to a shinier shade of red, from earlier in my life - like Mae West’s attempt to look 25 in her 1960s films…an attempt which, in the end, took on its own courageous beauty due to...
July 2012
14 posts
5 tags
Komm Gib Mier Deiner Hand
I’m pooped today, Cats and Kittens. I heard some ugly things (last night) but saw some nice people (today). I talked to 3 strangers, ate 10 almonds and made 2 phone calls. Going well.
Still, I promised myself I’d write every night while I recuperate in an alcohol-free, active and silly yet hard-core rock manner.
Tomorrow morning (Thursday 2 August) I’m gonna be at ABC studios...
