one, one, one? one, one.

I dreamt I was an amputee victim. Instead of my left arm there was a nub uh ninch and a half long at my left shoulder. In a sleeveless tee I could wiggle it and unnerve others. But mostly I wore long sleeved shirts, and when I did I had the empty sleeve neatly ironed flat, with a fold ironed at the elbow so that it folded back toward the torso. I safety-pinned the cuff to the hem of my shirt.
Ironically, I now took more care and time doing the ironing than I ever did as a two-armed man.
My folded shirt-sleeve stood at attention like a beacon of my uni-handedness. I would ride the subway like that and when I saw people looking I would raise my eyebrows a couple of times in quick succession. In the dream my eyebrows were bushier.

Finally the day came when I was able to buy the mechanical, prosthetic limb I’d had my heart set on. It was a pink colour and had some plastic, dark-red buttons on the inner. They were pre-programmable. One button made my hand and fingers assume a ‘V’ for victory, which was handy for foto-opps. Also, form the shape of a cup, with which to hold a cup. Point a finger — good for work. The last button was hold-a-pick w/variable speed strumming. On high speed I could easily join a progressive hard rock band, which I did.

In the last part of the dream I was playing bass on stage in a cover band in Itaewon. We were doing Radiohead’s Karma Police but the arm went berserk and made a real mess of it. I felt embarrassed.


It’s another wonderfully dark day – such as the one pictured in the last entry. Winter can often be monotonous with its sunny day after sunny day but this time of year is less predictable. Differing light conditions can make for memorable moments for me. And I could have had an interesting day except I’m stuck at school. There’s some state standard tests on – so no classes but my slacker supervisor didn’t think to tell me or ask the VP if I could have the day off.

At least I am finished the linguo studies for the semester, which means a stressload off.
I gave up the dancing because they asked me for money. I thought were letting me go just because I was me. So I said Forget you pal.
Twice a week was too much of a time commitment anyway. And it was nowhere near as much fun as the Irish dancing back in geelong. I got to thinking about how any specific dancing style arises in a particular culture – is it something that’s in the genes of the people.
I did one lesson of cha-cha and it was mind-bogglingly hard. Jive wasn’t easy either – and while I was a long way from mastering it — they showed us this video of the jivey championships in seoul – and in my opinion they’ve got it all wrong anyway. It’s not about how quickly you can do it or how sharp your twirls are — it’s about *feeling* — and ultimately, dancing as a social, participatory activity. This video showed two people in the middle of a stage, and dozens of others standing around the sides watching. That’s bullshit.
Can you tell I’ve been hammering out essays all week?


Please note: I’ve been trying to get wif the web, 2nd edition, and so have a flickr page. I try to be more discerning with what images go onto the page here – but the flickr thing allows for a more open approach – so if you’re interested in happysnaps, go.

I am looking here via the Ubuntu OS, and note that it must have some better screen drivers or something because I now see that I didn’t get the shades of green correct between the header images and the page background — whoops.

Also, one of my work collegues, the only good one, has a homepagey – a blog infact – so if you can read the hangul – check out damtangee.

Long time no see, Mr.Dino

Last satuday I rode the trains a bit – went up the olive green line to Jangam because the name reminded me of jingly-jangly guitars. And GangaJang – although I only thought of that now. People here generally don’t like the rain but I still can’t help but think of it as revitalising and exciting. Drought mentality.

There was an odd little guitar shop at the end of the line. It was like a 2nds outlet for a bigger place in town. They had some wacky shit there. I know I keep writing about guitars, but the keep coming up. They had korean-made copies of Rickenbacker 6 stings – a la what the early Beatles used. They were cheap – a little too cheap.

jun 0141
jun 0161

iTunes is really bugging me because of the ‘Top 25 most played songs’ list. I can’t listen to something without thinking about how it’s going to impact on the list. I don’t want singular songs to get too far ahead of the others, and I think I better listen to things more evenly so nothing gets left behind. It’s completely ruined listening to music for me.

Here is the list, unedited because I can’t be fagged removing the chaff.

Party Day 3:36 Cosmo Vitelli Nova Tunes 4 17 29/04/2006 12:52 PM
Nepalese Bliss / Dj Food Remix 6:56 DJ Food Blues 17 5/06/2006 10:16 PM
Dinner 1:00 The Evolution Control Committee Plagiarhythm Nation v2.0 AvantGarde 10 20/03/2006 5:44 PM
BIZ 2:52 10 14/04/2006 9:18 AM
Bwoon Dub 5:44 Analord Other 9 4/05/2006 6:10 PM
stalker song 4:46 King of Woolworths 9 10/06/2006 10:05 AM
Robot Soul (Blackstrobe Remix) 6:04 Cosmo Vitelli *Electro Other 8 15/05/2006 8:57 AM
PEOPLELIKEFRANCK 4:02 Amon Tobin 7 3/06/2006 11:20 AM
Blues Cynetique 3:09 B. Kaufman, G. Jerome Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 9:41 PM
Into The Rainbow Vein 0:44 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:17 AM
Chromakey Dreamcoat 5:47 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:23 AM
Satellite Anthem Icarus 6:04 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:29 AM
Peacock Tail 5:24 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:35 AM
Dayvan Cowboy 5:00 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:40 AM
A Moment Of Clarity 0:51 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:41 AM
’84 Pontiac Dream 3:49 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:44 AM
Sherbet Head 2:41 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:47 AM
Oscar See Through Red Eye 5:08 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:52 AM
Ataronchronon 1:14 Boards Of Canada The Campfire Headphase Electronica/Dance 7 10/06/2006 10:54 AM
Electro Springs 0:36 Eric Peters Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 10:08 PM
Minor Mind 2:42 Georges Teperino Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 10:16 PM
Electrosonics 4 2:12 Georges Teperino Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 10:23 PM
Top Rally 1:58 Jack Arel, Pierre Dutour Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 9:42 PM
Bumblebees Dance 2:14 Jack Arel, Pierre Dutour Further Nuggets Eclectic 7 14/06/2006 10:07 PM


This place has gone soccer-crazy. Everyone’s wearing red t-shirts and devil horns. Australia (hoe-jew) played last night. Today I got various comments about it, mainly just the word “Hiddink” – the dutch coach, who in the past, coached s.korea. They all think that he was 100% responsible for hoe-jew winning. It went a little something like this: “ah, Hiddink … potato. Today! kooorea … black people. Meaning that they are playing Togo tonight.
I hope they win, or wife-beating and other domestic violence will be higher than normal tomorrow.

That thing in the last post was that someone had referred to the logic in zen essay I did ages ago.

It was my birthday on sunday and I had kind of a polly-wolly-crappy day. It was like any other day but I was expecting it to be special.
I have one more week until my studies are done for the semester.

uncontrollable falling down

Well it seems that all those years of hard work are finally paying off. Everything worked out in the end.
Hi stumble-uponers. It seems that one of you has added sunny breaks — but I can’t tell to which category. I shall attempt to leave comments open on this entry, although I’m sure those faceless monsters in S.Breaks management will not be amused.
-yak sox

the golden hind

A la the recently reawakened CORE I decided to pull ye old blueberry iBook out, wipe OSX and stick Kubuntu on it. It took a while to install but it did and now I am typing this on it.

Yesterday I got some flat-wound strings for the bass. Oh so sensual to the fingers and just a tad heavier feeling. Also a cheapy bulk-FX pedal thing. The byline on the box sez, “Designed by bass fanatics hanging out in the rock and roll underground of Salt Lake City”. I, being who I am, found this so humorous, that I, as mentioned, bought it. But I’m sure locals would go, ‘wow, cool, Salt Lake City… ou–ehh?!”

At one time I expressed my interest in wanting too dress like a mormon — to do it properly — not just with shit thrown together from op-shops. But even with the cash-resources to complete such a project it’s surprising how easy it it to stray from the path. That is, instead of going for straight black trousers, I got pin-stripe. And although I did have a plain, white, short-sleeved shirt made for me, I went for a short-hemmed, untucked summer look than the more formal 7th D.A. regulation.

I’ve not changed out of these clothes in a week; sleeping in them, sweating in them, masturbating violently in them. I gathered the dropped long black hairs together from amongst the layer of crud on the fake linoleum. They’re from the previous visits of my lady-friend. I’ve been trying various combinations of incantations to summon her here but so far without success. I secured a thick rug to the only windows but there’s still a few shafts of light that penetrate, and it is in them I sit, unshaven, on the floor, muttering sometimes.