Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Full Of Life, Sin Palabras
I've been thinking of things to write about but I've still got nothing. Life is good and things are getting sorted. It's a good feeling. I sense a change is coming.
My dear friend Melinda who's in Sydney is coming to live in Melbourne for at least a year. I can't wait. Caroline is currently in Buenos Aires and will be back in 3 weeks or so. It will be great when the Jazz Chicas reconvene with our new chica. The power of three may set you free but the power of four does so much more.
If you need a new recipe for lasagna, go to my food blog. Let me know how you went.
Out of words at the moment. Hope to recharge soon.
My dear friend Melinda who's in Sydney is coming to live in Melbourne for at least a year. I can't wait. Caroline is currently in Buenos Aires and will be back in 3 weeks or so. It will be great when the Jazz Chicas reconvene with our new chica. The power of three may set you free but the power of four does so much more.
If you need a new recipe for lasagna, go to my food blog. Let me know how you went.
Out of words at the moment. Hope to recharge soon.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Down, but not out.
It's been a while since I've blogged.
I'm out with a cold at present and have no imagination due to a noggin full of mucus.
I promise to write more when it's cleared. Comment frequently and do visit. I miss you!
Your's Faithfully,
Snot Face xxx
I'm out with a cold at present and have no imagination due to a noggin full of mucus.
I promise to write more when it's cleared. Comment frequently and do visit. I miss you!
Your's Faithfully,
Snot Face xxx
Thursday, May 20, 2010
For Those That Still Want It
Oh yay oh joy... after initially missing out on a ticket, I got to see one of my favourite bands, The Chills on Friday night. I'm still not sure of the East Brunswick club as a venue but heck, I would have seen them in a toilet block if that 's what was on offer!
The last time I saw them which- incidently, was the last time they toured- was in 1992 where they did 4 gigs at the now defunct Club in Collingwood. I saw them twice. I went to the first gig, where I had dragged my sorry arse out of my sick bed to see them. By Sunday, which was their last gig, I was feeling fitter so I went again so I could drink and dance! I remember when they played 'Wet Blanket', it was so packed I couldn't dance, so I ran to the toilets and had a boogie!!!
The Chills broke up in 1993 and the only thing they released was 'Heavenly Pop Hits-The Best Of The Chills'. Martin Phillipps dealt with his long term addiction to drugs and alcohol in that time. A great quote from him was that "I got over my additions and I didn't need God or Jesus to do it!"
I was concerned what the sound would be like after 18 years but my fears were soon placated. All the great tunes such as I Love My Leather Jacket, Pink Frost,Wet Blanket,Heavenly Pop Hit etc etc sounded wonderful. Martin stepped to the mic and asked if anyone went to the '92 gigs-I was at the front and raised my hand. He was wondering about my age and then said 'oh we won't go there!' I responded that I was up there!
During a technical problem, Martin stepped to the keyboard and performed 'Submarine Bells' and he admitted that was the first time he performed it properly... sounded beautiful to me.
One encore and an apology from Martin explaining they had to leave plus the promise they will return and I was standing on Lygon St. I think I floated out of there. What a gift.
I hope they come back soon.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Carl Williams' Coffin
So, the fat man,Big Carl Williams-got what was coming to him. Live by the sword,die by the sword.
But what's with the big gold coffin? Very woggy and not to mention-extremely tacky.
But what's with the big gold coffin? Very woggy and not to mention-extremely tacky.
Kind of reminds me of this;
The man had no charms so these might help him in the next life.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Uptown Jazz Wednesdays
My friends,Stacey & Caroline or as we like to call ourselve-Las Chicas del Musica Jazz- have taken to frequenting the Uptown Jazz bar on Brunswick St, Fitzroy to see a bebop band called Bop Stretch.
It also means we indulge in too much alcohol and have way too good a time. Oh, life is so difficult at times...
Uptown Jazz.. have yourself a boppin' good night
It also means we indulge in too much alcohol and have way too good a time. Oh, life is so difficult at times...
Uptown Jazz.. have yourself a boppin' good night
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Sweaty Toothed Mad Man Speaks
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Nice one Walt Whitman
Monday, April 12, 2010
Cold Weather At Last
It was so lovely and cold last night. I woke up and it was still cold. Thank you God!
Anyone who knows me knows I hate hot weather and especially humidity with a passion. I can almost hear the coats in my wardrobe singing- knowing that soon they will be worn and shown off for the little beauties that they are.
The only thing is that I have to put up with whiny maggots whinging how much they hate Winter and they miss the beach.
Fuck off and shut up.
Viva el Invierno!!!
Anyone who knows me knows I hate hot weather and especially humidity with a passion. I can almost hear the coats in my wardrobe singing- knowing that soon they will be worn and shown off for the little beauties that they are.
The only thing is that I have to put up with whiny maggots whinging how much they hate Winter and they miss the beach.
Fuck off and shut up.
Viva el Invierno!!!
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Sweaty
I'm so fucking sick of this tropicalesque weather. Along with being menopausal, it's a nightmare.
I feel like a walking sauna.
To top things off, I bought an ice cream at lunch time which fell on my top. I'm going to look like a derro at Uptown jazz tonight.
Poo bum and damnit- I'll have to have a martini now to calm my dented ego.
I feel like a walking sauna.
To top things off, I bought an ice cream at lunch time which fell on my top. I'm going to look like a derro at Uptown jazz tonight.
Poo bum and damnit- I'll have to have a martini now to calm my dented ego.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Niagara Exhibition Opening At Outre Gallery
Niagara with MM and lovely gal named Rakkel. She let me bum a couple of smokes.
Bless you love.
The Artist with some adoring punters
MM with Niagara. She loved me..
Niagara with Rakkel next to the print I bought.
The purchased print. I should get it this week. Oh joy oh yayness!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Cinema Margarita-Inglorious Basterds
Cinema Margarita- films watched by moi on a lap top in bed.
I know I'm about half a year late writing about this one but I watched this film last night for the second time and loved it. I bet a lot of Jews loved this film and the feeling -even if only cinematically-of revenge.
The characters were well crafted and acted, the look very stylish,the violence graphic and frightening. The soundtrack-as usual- was first rate. Of course the clothing-being the 1940's- is sublime. So love that era.
Love him or hate him- Quentin Tarantino is a film maker you can't ignore. He wears his influences on his sleeve and I love him for it. If you saw the documentary 'Not Quite Hollywood', you'll know one thing-that man knows his shit.
I know I'm about half a year late writing about this one but I watched this film last night for the second time and loved it. I bet a lot of Jews loved this film and the feeling -even if only cinematically-of revenge.
The characters were well crafted and acted, the look very stylish,the violence graphic and frightening. The soundtrack-as usual- was first rate. Of course the clothing-being the 1940's- is sublime. So love that era.
Love him or hate him- Quentin Tarantino is a film maker you can't ignore. He wears his influences on his sleeve and I love him for it. If you saw the documentary 'Not Quite Hollywood', you'll know one thing-that man knows his shit.
Friday, March 19, 2010
The Fat Of The Land
Was having my morning latte getting some news from the appalling 'Sunrise' program when they reported the following story;
An obese mother in the US is trying to put on weight in order to become the world's fattest woman.
Donna Simpson, from New Jersey, weighs 273kg but told the Daily Mail newspaper she had her heart set on reaching her goal weight of 1000lb (450kg) in two years.
The 42-year-old already holds the title of the world's fattest mother after giving birth to her daughter in 2007 when she weighed 241kg.
"I'd love to be 1000lb ... it might be hard though, running after my daughter keeps my weight down," Ms Simpson told the Daily Mail.
Ms Simpson, who needs a mobility scooter to go shopping, eats huge amounts of junk food each week and tries to move as little as possible so she doesn't burn off as many calories.
"I do love cakes and sweet things, doughnuts are my favourite," she said.
Ms Simpson said she also loved eating sushi and would often eat 70 big pieces in one go.
Her 49-year-old partner Philippe — who she met on a dating site for plus-size people — was encouraging her to reach her goal, she said.
"I think he'd like it if I was bigger ... he's a real belly man and completely supports me," she said.
To put on enough weight, Ms Simpson will need to eat 12,000 calories a day, which is six times the recommended daily intake for women.
In order to pay for the enormous amounts of food she is eating — her weekly grocery bill is $815 — Ms Simpson makes money by running a website where men pay to watch her consume fast food.
An obese mother in the US is trying to put on weight in order to become the world's fattest woman.
Donna Simpson, from New Jersey, weighs 273kg but told the Daily Mail newspaper she had her heart set on reaching her goal weight of 1000lb (450kg) in two years.
The 42-year-old already holds the title of the world's fattest mother after giving birth to her daughter in 2007 when she weighed 241kg.
"I'd love to be 1000lb ... it might be hard though, running after my daughter keeps my weight down," Ms Simpson told the Daily Mail.
Ms Simpson, who needs a mobility scooter to go shopping, eats huge amounts of junk food each week and tries to move as little as possible so she doesn't burn off as many calories.
"I do love cakes and sweet things, doughnuts are my favourite," she said.
Ms Simpson said she also loved eating sushi and would often eat 70 big pieces in one go.
Her 49-year-old partner Philippe — who she met on a dating site for plus-size people — was encouraging her to reach her goal, she said.
"I think he'd like it if I was bigger ... he's a real belly man and completely supports me," she said.
To put on enough weight, Ms Simpson will need to eat 12,000 calories a day, which is six times the recommended daily intake for women.
In order to pay for the enormous amounts of food she is eating — her weekly grocery bill is $815 — Ms Simpson makes money by running a website where men pay to watch her consume fast food.
The first thing I thought of is 'some people will do anything to get on television' and then I remembered a documentary that was on SBS a few years ago about people who have a fetish for obesity. When they showed her partner being interviewed and stating how he fully supports this, I thought 'BINGO'- he's a 'feeder' and gets a total boner watching her wobble around the house. He'll be spraying his shorts when she gets to 1000 pounds and can't move. She's already getting around on motorised bike thing that is usually reserved for disabled people.
This situation is wrong on so many levels. Despite her lack of self esteem, waste of money spending over $800 a week on food (!) and the detriment to health, she is a complete drain on society and the medical system. She'd better have some first class health insurance that covers her. If that partner of her's truly loved her, he wouldn't allow her to kill herself because he finds obesity a total sexual turn on.
Love is strange.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
New Blog
I've been writing a cookbook in my head for about 5 years. That's exactly where it's stayed. After watching 'Like Water For Chocolate' for the umpteenth time, I figured it was time to start writing my 'head notes' out.
So I've begun a new blog- you can read it here.
I hope you'll follow and perhaps learn something.
So I've begun a new blog- you can read it here.
I hope you'll follow and perhaps learn something.
Monday, March 15, 2010
I Miss.....
Tango. I miss it a lot. I've had a break from it because it was making me sick. I hate how some people take it so freakin' seriously to the point of becoming elitist.
I need to discover a way where it's special for me. Where it's a quiet fire within me. Without listening to the negativity and the grief of other. Without absorbing the politics. After being on that side of things for so long, I feel I can finally turn my back on the crap and walk in the light and beauty of tango.
Seeing how tango truly is whilst in Buenos Aires was a revelation. It was wonderful to understand and feel it's simple truth. Tango is a man and the rest of us are women- getting frustrated about why he doesn't do what we want. Always wondering what he's thinking and why he's oh so complicated. The reality is-men and tango are not so complicated and mystical. If we take a deep breath and ask them, they will tell us to relax and not take it so seriously.
We get caught in the cogs of ganchos,voleos,volcadas,colgadas,paradas etc and do our heads in counting and obsessing about steps. We need to close our eyes and remember this;
Listen to the music,embrace,lead and follow. Connection. This is the eye contact and the perfect dialogue of the tango.
Everything else is just a shouting match.
I need to discover a way where it's special for me. Where it's a quiet fire within me. Without listening to the negativity and the grief of other. Without absorbing the politics. After being on that side of things for so long, I feel I can finally turn my back on the crap and walk in the light and beauty of tango.
Seeing how tango truly is whilst in Buenos Aires was a revelation. It was wonderful to understand and feel it's simple truth. Tango is a man and the rest of us are women- getting frustrated about why he doesn't do what we want. Always wondering what he's thinking and why he's oh so complicated. The reality is-men and tango are not so complicated and mystical. If we take a deep breath and ask them, they will tell us to relax and not take it so seriously.
We get caught in the cogs of ganchos,voleos,volcadas,colgadas,paradas etc and do our heads in counting and obsessing about steps. We need to close our eyes and remember this;
Listen to the music,embrace,lead and follow. Connection. This is the eye contact and the perfect dialogue of the tango.
Everything else is just a shouting match.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Enough Already
I can't take it anymore. All the hoo har about Lara Bingle and Michael Clarke makes me want to grab a pick axe and place it in someone's spinal column.
Note to mainstream media - I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THOSE TWO PRETENTIOUS VACUOUS TWATS.
Do the news. Chile has had 2 after shocks. Place your focus there -on something that truly matters.
Note to mainstream media - I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THOSE TWO PRETENTIOUS VACUOUS TWATS.
Do the news. Chile has had 2 after shocks. Place your focus there -on something that truly matters.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
The Beautiful Song At The End
Jorge Drexler - Al Otro Lado Del Rio
(From the movie "The Motorcycle Diaries")
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
El dÃa le irá pudiendo
poco a poco al frÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Sobre todo, creo que no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima,
y yo soy un vaso vasio
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
En esta orilla del mundo
lo que nos es presa es baldÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Yo, muy serio, voy remando,
muy adentro y sonrÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Sobre todo, creo que
no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima, y yo
soy un vaso vacÃo...
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
(English Translation)
I nail (or plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
The day will come when we will be able to conquer
Little by little, the cold
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears
And I am an empty glass (or - vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!"
In this border of the world
Where we are imprisoned, are uncultivated,
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
I, very serious, go rowing
Very deeply inside and I smile
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that
all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears.. and I
am an empty glass (or vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!
I nail (plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
(From the movie "The Motorcycle Diaries")
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
El dÃa le irá pudiendo
poco a poco al frÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Sobre todo, creo que no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima,
y yo soy un vaso vasio
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
En esta orilla del mundo
lo que nos es presa es baldÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Yo, muy serio, voy remando,
muy adentro y sonrÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
Sobre todo, creo que
no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima, y yo
soy un vaso vacÃo...
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mÃo.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del rÃo.
(English Translation)
I nail (or plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
The day will come when we will be able to conquer
Little by little, the cold
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears
And I am an empty glass (or - vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!"
In this border of the world
Where we are imprisoned, are uncultivated,
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
I, very serious, go rowing
Very deeply inside and I smile
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that
all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears.. and I
am an empty glass (or vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!
I nail (plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Al Otro Lado Del RÃo
I miss Buenos Aires. I woke up this morning thinking of waking up and going to La Poesia in San Telmo for my tres media lunas y cafe con leche. Of milonga nights and creeping in at the wee small hours. The architecture, los piropos and everything else. Instead of rushing to work, I watched a bit of The Motorcycle Diaries to glimpse that wonderful city at the beginning and hear the beautiful song at the end.
I know it's a city with many problems and worries.I harbour no illusions that things are better there- just different.
I just love it and want to be there.
I'm sad and lost. I wish - like the Piazzolla song- I could return South. Te quiero al Sur....
I know it's a city with many problems and worries.I harbour no illusions that things are better there- just different.
I just love it and want to be there.
I'm sad and lost. I wish - like the Piazzolla song- I could return South. Te quiero al Sur....
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Psychocandy
Sorry for the lack of writing lately. I've started many posts and deleted them. Sometimes you just fall into a literary hole and have nothing to say.
I've been a million miles away in the last month. I want to speak but feel stifled... hopefully the fog will lift and I'll be able to supply you with truckloads of words yet again.
As Glass Tiger annoyed us with in the '80's; "don't forget me when I'm gone-my heart will break."
I've been a million miles away in the last month. I want to speak but feel stifled... hopefully the fog will lift and I'll be able to supply you with truckloads of words yet again.
As Glass Tiger annoyed us with in the '80's; "don't forget me when I'm gone-my heart will break."
Monday, February 08, 2010
Boogie Nights and Drinks On Fire
The Monday morning after a splendid weekend- I didn't stop for anything!
Started the weekend having dinner with Stacey at her tres fabulous new studio apartment in Richmond. After a sumptuous dinner of atlantic salmon,mash and asparagus washed down with a bottle of sauv blanc, we frocked up and taxied it over to Tiki Lounge & Bar on Swan St, Richmond. We were treated like royality all evening by the hosts,Dianne & David. The delectable barman,Sasha,made us fabulous drinks all night that didn't disappoint.
Started the weekend having dinner with Stacey at her tres fabulous new studio apartment in Richmond. After a sumptuous dinner of atlantic salmon,mash and asparagus washed down with a bottle of sauv blanc, we frocked up and taxied it over to Tiki Lounge & Bar on Swan St, Richmond. We were treated like royality all evening by the hosts,Dianne & David. The delectable barman,Sasha,made us fabulous drinks all night that didn't disappoint.
We started the night with a Zombie. No messing around. After a bottle of wine, it was time for drinks on fire!
Stacey & MM with the fab-a-licious classic Zombies
Good golly Miss Hollie! She was driving so only had a beer. The Zombie would have rendered her 'the walking dead' and a definite loss of license!
Caroline joined us shortly after and didn't take much convincing to order a Zombie. Sasha words her up on the history of this stupendous drink...
Some drinks even come with Di popping out the top!
Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch- Cherry Bomb! A Negroni after that and we are done!
The following night, a shindig was held at the Collingwood warehouse as a get together to wish Bags and Vix well on their trip to Japan which is happening this Thursday. A good gathering and good times were had...
Bags spinning the platters on the wheels of steel
Stacey with a Mai Tai getting on down with Pat
Vix and Bags boogalooing the night away
Dean and Simon get rock 'n' roll on your ass
Stace and Muzz are either dancing or chanting Hare Krishna
Big Q, Fi Fi and Andreas
Hollie on the floor with the 5 Seeds..
With the weekend all done with, I now have to head home after the unavoidable Monday to complete chores that didn't get a look at all weekend. Such is life....
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