today:

quiet start, with coffee
the smell of pavlova baking
planning my day


ethiopian lunch
a young woman singing jazz like a pro
and i'm missing Ants

making the most of a warm afternoon
planting tomatoes
documenting this broken town

coffee with greg
love the new C1
and the company.

reading back through the archives
laughing at myself
a little in awe of the old (young) me

my bed is calling
i'll perhaps watch a dvd,
it's an Antsless luxury







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WHEEL!

i bought myself a pottery wheel. it's a doer-upper, at this point it works but not very well. i haven't tried making anything on it yet!  i'm excited at the thought of being able to lose myself for hours in the garage with the whirring of the wheel for company, churning out mountains of bowls! that's what i want to make, functional bowls and cups and more bowls and maybe a plate or two, but mostly bowls. i wish i knew where i had safely stashed my oxide pencil! (the one i used on the monkey bowls, if you remember those)
what sort of bowls shall i make? i had this idea that i would give away pottery gifts for christmas, but i think that may be pushing it.. only 5 weeks away, and i haven't even got it ready to start! i joined a pottery club which is in a rural area about a half hour from home, they meet on mondays and i could possibly make it there for a couple of hours after work. there are 9 kilns out there!! electric, gas, woodfired, salt, raku, anagama... so much for me to learn if i choose to! i love the idea of eventually giving up my monday at work and making it my pottery day. i'm feeling creative again!

my amanda palmer adoration is re-ignited. fuck yeah.

I thought once that I'd be a writer.
But instead I'm a reader.

JEN, this is for you.

Do you know about freecycle?
If not, I suggest you check it out. Basically, it's a worldwide network which people use to get rid of stuff which would otherwise be sent to landfill. They offer it up on the local site, and someone else (eg. Me) emails a request to them.

Anyways.
So I was off to pick up some glass bottles from a freecycle guy this evening. He'd told me to come between 6 and 8pm, number 33 C** Road, the one with no letterbox and a bus stop outside.
No problem. I got there, it was a bit hard to find, seeing as C** Road turns into B** Road (these are not actual road names, people, I'm attempting to preserve the identity of some weirdos. You'll soon see why I say that.) and the numbering of both is a little messed up due to a river crossing or two.
I digress. Yes, so I finally found 33 C** Road. Sure enough, no letterbox, bus stop out the front, and the door to the house was open, all as he'd explained.  I went up, was invited in, and the first thing he says is "I was expecting a guy actually!". Nothing too strange about that, my name isn't exactly a common one.
He directed me to follow him through to the kitchen, where he opened up a bar fridge and asked me which I was after... pointing out an array of small bottles with rather suspicious looking labels. Think cheap garish party pill type stuff.
At that point I wondered briefly whether he'd dialed an escort... the "I was expecting a guy" comment did match the copious amounts of gay porn on the walls of his house. Thinking rather swiftly, I came to the conclusion that I may in fact be at the wrong address. But here he was, expecting a guy called Stuart to turn up for the bottles, and I came to the door asking for the bottles... no wonder there was confusion. And the letterbox thing. And the bus stop thing. And the open front door! Very very weird coincidence.
I beat a hasty retreat, turned my car around and went and found the right street.
(I won't even tell you about how the guy at the RIGHT house actually knew about the goings on at the other house. It's just too fuckin' weird)


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Doll Chiaroscuro.

Doll Chiaroscuro., a photo by eroica.lurks on Flickr.

tetris for big kids

the old sales yards

sunday session (yes, posted late)

Saturday beach outing