Remastered, Repackaged, Rereleased.
As even the most casual of readers would have noticed, we at the Standard Line Delivery Corporation have sought to rejuvenate our image and souls with a fresh new layout. This is a strategic move which we felt would, in a utopian reality, persuade us to once again fall in love with the "blog" medium, and this "blog" in particular, and maybe lead to our scribbling more on its walls and skin, with more frequency and less despair about any monotony a Perth life may or may not lead. The artist whose trees and humans line the background is Marcel Dzama, who is Manitoban and uses root beer to paint with and is a member of the Royal Art Lodge.
So, now that this post has served its primary purpose, which is to inform you of something which is plainly visually obvious, no one should have cause for complaint if it now degenerates into a late-night attempt on my behalf to piece together a quick abstract of life, recently, for me and those around me.
- Tonight is the final night of Movember, and the potentially unhealthy men of Australia are $330 richer thanks to the rich generosity of a small handful of kind benefactors. Thank you to you all. As there was next to no visible change in the quantity of hair since the below photo (taken almost a month ago) I have opted not to post an end-of-month update, and you'll have to believe me when I tell you it wasn't that good. Surprisingly.
- I have decided that the closest thing I have to a chapel (or alternative place-of-worship) right now is the underpass below the Narrows Bridge, right on the side of the Swan, where the sea-breeze whips and gusts where the concrete pylons and the road above perfectly frame the old brewery and the lightly rippling river and the magic-hour sun leers just above the cliffs running up to Kings Park as I am riding home from work, and there are silhouettes of anglers on the banks, and the rays of light fall sharply between the grey slats of the bridge's underbelly and even when I am in the foulest of moods and every motorist and most pedestrians I have passed since leaving work has attracted my swelling hosility, even then it still feels (just for a moment) as though if a manifestation of Yahweh might exist anywhere at all in Perth, this is where it must surely (surely!) be, at this exact time.
- Which will be an hour later next week because: daylight saving trial!
- Life right now = approximately 25% sleep, 10.7% bookstore, 12.5% afterschool care, 7 - 15% CISV, 5% reading, 2% socialising with housemates, 10% socialising with other friends, 2% chores, 8% wasting time on computer, 5% transport time... the rest=other.
- In the last month I have been threatened and chased on my bike by five guys in a car with no lights on, at three in the morning; I have seen a motorcycle-car accident; I have requested a police welfare check on a drug-fucked guy passed out on the verge outside my house (a job they only half saw through, leaving the woken guy angry and violent outside my front door); I have witnessed a major car collison; I have seen three police cars busting kids who had been harrassing neighbourhood homes; I have seen a thuggish looking guy holding another guys hands on his head and making him kneel next to a sports car on the pavement.... all of this within three blocks of my house.
- Oh, it's late, there's work tomorrow; I will continue my directionless scatter soon enough.
- x Out.
hæ..this is Hekla from Iceland don't know if you remember me but I was in the AHA village in Norway:D anyway I was just checking on the e-mail group on yahoo and saw your link.. I haven't been an active cisv member really but perhaps i will be from now on hahaa.. well i miss you a lot although it's kind of ironic for me to write this cheesy line so often when i haven't done anything to keep in touch with people!
ReplyDeleteyeah, i would love to talk sometime and my e-mail is heklapekla@hotmail.com so stay in touch:)
love
-hekla
font very small on new blog. love for you very big.
ReplyDeletehmm i love the new layout
ReplyDeleteHEKLA!
crazy
i want to see your moustache!