The backyard is a bit of a blank canvas. Barren you might say. I’m hamstrung by not being able to really mess it up because of rental agreements. All up this is the kind of house, we have decided, that would be good to buy, if we were ever going to do that because there’s lots of things we’d like to change. The backyard faces north which is the best I think. The front of a house if for asphalt, road, cars and paranoidly peeking out of curtains onto but the backyard is for living in—and growing stuff in.
I started hacking up some of the lawn near the backdoor along the lines of the permaculture principle of putting the most used things closest. Plus that part of ground probably will get the most sun during winter but I’m not good at geometry so who knows. Believe the hype, there is an app for that but I can’t understand it because again – the geometry.
In right corner of picture is a minor environmental disaster we only just discovered. From the day of moving in there was this terrible strong petrol smell noticeable as soon as stepping outside the backdoor. I couldn’t locate it. Sometimes I’m thick like that. I thought it might’ve been the gas hot water service, but then that’s gas and smells different. It turned out to be a dead patch of grass I guess I overlooked but I assumed no one would ever be so stupid as to pour a can of petrol onto grass. Maybe it was spilled. Either way it happened between us looking at the place and moving in. I had to dig a whole lot out and bin it because after a month it was still just as strong smelling as ever.
De La Soul just released a (For Free-z) mixtape of stuff done by hip-hop legend J Dilla. Very cool.
I just had a thought – whenever and however I have my funeral and then there’s some music of the dead one’s choosing I’d like to cue up Lose This Skin by The Clash off of Sandinista! It’d have to be uncomfortable loud. It has a guest vocalist who I, up until a minute ago deadset thought was a woman but it’s someone called Tymon Dogg.
Being back here in the West, a first world country, I’m starting to see less reasons for me to continue being carnivorous.
In the last two weeks I
- finished MA dissertation.
- moved house
- bought my first car (at 39 y.o, yo)
I actually got to Officeworks to print the thing out because the examiners needed a paper copy to read. I got two copies because they wanted two. With plastic ring binding. And as I’m paying for it and having a quick flip through to see how it looks I see some comments in the margin of the first page that weren’t deleted and I inwardly groan. It was just that one bit on the acknowledgements page. It’s the first time I’ve used those track changes and comment functions so I didn’t know they’d stay visible after printing.
I dreamt about it a night or two later. There was disparaging comments in red written by some unseen examiner. What ever happens there’s 20 000 more words been added to the universe on Grunge. I don’t know what the legal implications would be of me adding it to the archives here. I’m sure I can but it’s the kind of thing you never see people doing. The enrichment of society and intellectual property seem to be at opposite ends of something.
The house is turning out okay. Always a bit hard getting used to a new place. And there’s always things that I never notice when first house hunting but then find out about once all the boxes go down.
There’s heaps more room but I’m really going to try and not fill it up with junk. Every move I do I see there’s all this stuff I’m carrying around that I never use. All these books I never look at.
I didn’t realise it but the amenities at the last place were pretty modern. Here, they were installed in a time when resources were cheaper and flowed freely. That gas heater has a pilot light which is burning all the time. I don’t know if that’s right. As in, I don’t know if it can be turned off. I will have to find out. There is a meal-hole in the wall between the kitchen and lounge-room because back then there were kitchen people and lounge-room people. Also, not pictured, is the toilet which is in lovely Degobah swamp shaded of green and the cistern is huge. I don’t know how many litres it takes to fill but it seems to take a long time.
The car. The car is boring but sensible. When the time comes, its resale value will be better than if I had chosen an quirky or interesting car. Silver is the new beige, or the new banana yellow. I still don’t have my full license so for a while it will just sit there. I’m sure we’ll start to have fun with it once I can drive it.
Today we might be remembering Devo because their guitarist Dave Casales died but lets take a look at this track.
The thing I like about this is the drummer and how he was basically doing the work of a drum machine – way back in 1978. Apparently he left after this. It reminds me of what post-rock band Battles were doing 20+ years later.
I’m doubtful that anyone else noticed but for over 24hours in the last day or so the sunny breaks was DOWN. I get twitchy when I can’t view this website and see that nothing’s going on on it. And I guess the usual server wizard who sorts these things out is on holiday because I didn’t hear from anyone. In any case, all now is well and crisis: averted.
Less than five days til the dissertation deadline. Still a bunch to do but it’s not too bad. You know, I’m 39 so to the kids, pretty old but I feel like every new weakness or addiction that pops up in newer generations I also get. Like internet addiction, and short attention span. I’ve been wanting to ask my supervisor, who also teaches 18yo freshie BA students, whether they even get those things—I bet they don’t—I bet it’s just me.
When I was a kid I had this chess computer thing. It was like a normal physical chess board but with LEDs on the side. When you moved a piece you’d press down on the spot first then press down on the square you moved to so the computer would know what was going on. Then it’d make it’s move and the lights would come up showing you where it moved to. There was about eight ‘computer brain’ settings that supposedly varied the difficulty of its game. Level one it’d make its move after a couple of seconds and level eight it’d take 10 minutes to decide its move. But the thing was it’d make the same decision no matter what level it was set to.
I feel like that’s what my brain is like—except it’s stuck on the 10 min. setting. It’s takes me 10 minutes to write one dame sentence.
Here is an additional of my biggest sunflower. I should’ve put my fist in front of it for reference. It’s monsterously huge. At this stage I really like vege gardening – there’s a point to it, and I like flower gardening if they can be exciting like this – like from Land of the Giants or they eat bugs or something. Most of the other sunflowers have died out and dried, producing sunflower seeds which are incredibly edible. But this one has a tomato growing in tandem right underneath it so it’s still getting watered, thus it’s still green and the head won’t dry out by the time it’s time to leave. Our one year in this little place is up and we’re moving into slightly larger digs which should be good. It’s just a shame about the few plants I’ll have to basically just rip out and kill because everything must return to normal for the nazi landord and stormtrooper real estate agents.
I’m loving Ye Olde English in this article on penis captivus. The Kids might think they’re being rebellious writing dat instead of that but really they’re just being incredibly old school.
Well you know I’ve been tapping away at the dissertation which is due in a couple of weeks and after two or three years (I forget which) it looks like it’ll actually get finished this time.
Also I’ve been playing more grand theft auto 5 than I should. So these two things have kept me from making appearances here.
But now I am and I wanted to big up a business that’s been part of the local scene since I was a little kid.
Darrell Lee, I remember used to have soft serve icecream and the employees wore these colourful uniforms with big loonytoons style bow ties.
Neither of those things are part of it now but it’s still there on malop st in the main shopping area. They’re making coffee there now as well as selling licorice and chocolates and stuff.
We went there and had a coffee before christmas and it looked like it’d just been rejigged for coffee. We decided to go there again today and I was think I bet it’ll be really busy but was still quiet. So at the moment it falls into the Best Kept Secrets category.
This young chap looks like an original mafioso son or a character from a Lynch film. Either way I like it.
This is the name of a new album by Lee Ronaldo and the Dust. It should probably be subtitled #firstworldproblems. It’s mostly based on Lee’s experiences of being in NYC during _super_storm Sandy. I’m sure a lot of people had their lives or lifestyles messed up by Sandy but I guess the point I’m trying to make is that it’s interesting to compare the effects that natural disasters have on different parts of the world. Rich places: tens of billions of dollars worth of damage and a few people dead, poor places: tens of thousands of people dead and a few hundred thousand dollars worth of damage.
Most of the lyrics are about the weather and being stuck inside, so I can dig that. I actually quite like the album. Enough to have bought it. I only found out about it through that way that ‘friend of a friend’ way that twitter works. I haven’t kept tabs on Sonic Youth since Washing Machine and I was pretty disappointed to hear that Kim and Thurston broke up under messy circumstances and in a way that makes it seem fairly unlikely that Sonic Youth will ever get back together. And so through twitter I saw a life performance vid of Kim’s solo project body/head. I don’t know if they’re stoners – maybe that’s what summer in Germany does to you. And Thurston’s off having an affair—so when I listened to Last Night on Eart I was pleasantly surprised to hear that Lee has basically inherited the Sonic Youth sound. I don’t know what went on with their last however many albums but there was really only one way to go and that was mellower. That’s how this album is and of course it didn’t hurt that Lee also inherited SY’s drummer, Steve Shelley. Kind of like after the Beatles broke up and Ringo ended up living in the guest house at John’s big-arse mansion. And there’s two other guys in there I don’t know who they are.
There are times when the lyrics or singing sound a tad lame, and this is where there is no Thurston or Kim but Ronaldo’s always been a great guitarist and there’s some characteristically sweet chord progressions in there. You can stream the album here
You know when I look at some plants I get to suspicioning that they might be distant cousins of other plants I vaguely know of. For example, this here sunflower looks just a touch like the tobacco plant. I only ever saw a tobacco plant once and briefly but there’s something familiar. There was another connection I made the other day but I can’t remember what it was now.
I can’t get over how rainy it is. It’s not torrential killer rain but either gentle drizzle rain or short showers followed by sun followed by more showers. It’s a combination of the facts that it was drought conditions the last time I sat through a winter here in victoria and that the only time I’ve been here since 2005 was in January or February—sunny and drying out rapidly. I’m sure we’ll get there but it feels like a long time getting there, not that I’m minding it. More weather and plant news at 11.
It has been a while since I posted but here we are.
I’ve been doing a few driving lessons. For someone so keen on motor racing and car design and so on and such forth I actually find driving pretty dreary. That’s probably why I’ve never been motivated to get the license. The one thing I would like is to get out travelling a bit. See all the little towns I’ve been through in the west of victoria. I like being a passenger. Looking out the window and day-dreaming. One invention that’s about twenty years too late for me is the self-driving car.
I guess I jumped the gun a bit on saying that winter was over six weeks ago or whenever. It has still been a bit cold. There has been quite a good deal of rain. Much more than what I remember it being like back in 2004. It’s hard to belive it’s been so wet and cool here when NSW has been burning. It’s nice to feel drizzle. Drizzle reminds me of being a teenager in the country. There is no drizzle in korea.