Thursday, December 29, 2011

Nesting

Problem?

 Solution!
 (This made me absurdly happy, partially because it now allows me to use both hands while I'm climbing the moderately shaky ladder to the roof, but mostly because it's one step closer to the treehouse I always dreamed of.)

Frenzied mastication

A food post - we haven't had one of these in a while. My documentation of edibles has become lazier, so a lot of meals over the past few months have gone un-photographed, which probably a good thing for you my dear one, possibly two, readers.

Mains




 

Desserts



Couple o' bento

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011

GoodbyeHello

The leaky, termite-ridden dream is over. We are in the process of relocating to a new home.

Our new nest is above a mechanic, behind two cage doors, two normal doors and a roller door.

We can see the CBD, Parramatta and a water tower from the roof and there is a bar at the end of the street that offers jelly wrestling every Tuesday.

I am going to miss Rozelle. So much of my life is as it is because of that house.

First time out of home.

First time living with a partner.

First arrest.

First home-made pork buns.

What a year it's been.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Tis the season

Around this time of year you'll often find Sydney Buses driving around the city festooned with lights, packed with tinsel, groaning under the weight of plastic baubles all in an effort to promote Christmas cheer. I had always stared in wonder at these great festive beasts as they passed me by, thanking various deities that I had never had the occasion to ride in one.

Well yesterday my time finally came. Waiting at the bus stop a merriment mobile pulled up and, being tired and vulnerable, I was compelled to get on. It was intense. Every window was covered with drawings by local schoolkids interspersed with red and green spraypaint blotches, and from the roof hung cellophane lanterns, smiling Santas, candy canes and glittery paddle pop stick arrangements that all but obscured the emergency equipment sharing the space. Some twirly X-mas coloured thing with a reindeer on top would hit me in the head every time the bus cornered too sharply.

As my eyes slowly adjusted, to my amazement I found myself smiling uncontrollably. Under flashing lights, between poorly drawn gingerbread men, commuters sat stoically dismal; defiant in the face of excessive ornamentation. This one-sided battle between man and environment was nothing short of beautiful, the decorations' combined struggle rendered absurd by the commuters' defences, falling like water upon a duck's back. (Where the duck was made of metal and heated to a point that the water would evaporate before even making contact.)

It was a truly a triumph of the human spirit - spirits so crushed and compacted that they were as hard and resilient as diamond.

Ho ho ho.


Friday, December 2, 2011

Refund the pun

A few versions of a poster I put together (under great duress) for a roving alleyway freeparty being held next weekend. 




"Reclaim the Shame" was taken from "Reclaim The Lanes", that laneway party festival mentioned in a post a couple of months ago. It's a bit late, but have some pictures of it anyway.


It was fun, and hopefully next weekend will be too, though there's going to be a lot more cop-dodging.

At least there won't be a huge wagon to negotiate around the backstreets this time. Just a ute. With its own engine, meaning it doesn't have to be pushed. Thank god.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Summary

Firstly,


Secondly,


Thirdly,


But then...!


Kind of broke even there, I think.