I have spent the day drifting between sleep and wakefulness after being up until dawn drinking beer and cider with comedians at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. All buzzing from performing, watching and talking, the motley troupe moved from stages to underground caves then onto the street outside the nearby 24 hour fried food dispensery, smoking cigarettes and trying to work out how to summon the courage to go home. Can tell that this one will be full of lung-busting, sleep deprivation and dirty dirty places.
Reckon that this will require a focus on portable food that appeals when Stalactites sends out the souvlaki call at 3 a.m. So there is a batch of daikon/carrot coleslaw and some tasty burgers ready to cook, whack into a bread roll, wrap and carry for when the garlic bugle calls.
Here's to alcohol, mirth and 3 o'clock yearnings!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Last few hours of youth
Tomorrow I turn 40. In fact there are only 3 hours until my 41st year commences. That's fine. It is. Really. Grey hairs (because I have had them since I was 16 and am now at about 50%), I don't care; dyeing my hair takes care of that!!! As I listen to the wind whistle through the trees as they take the first sniff of autumn, I contemplate my own sniff. Okay, I am going to get another beer.
So. Birthday. I am having a party and there is a theme: fascination. What that means is up to my guests but I will be indulging in sequins if I can help it. I won't be vajazzling, but this is not because the idea of gluing shiny things to my genitals isn't astronomically appealing, but merely because I expect my frock will cover my special parts and the effect will be lost. I also expect to be too "tipsy" by bed time to enjoy flashing those shinies to my chap. If you are wondering what vajazzling is, please read Helen Razer's most erudite post on Crikey about Louis Nowra's c(u)ntinuing critique of Germaine Greer. The Monthly’s Louis Nowra needs a good vajazzling. Not only a great commentary but my god can that woman string together a piece of prose. Fucking genius.
I almost started talking about what I was going to serve at my party and I may do so after the fact, but after speaking about Helen's post I can't bring myself to be so banal. Perhaps there is an opportunity to turn talking about food into something more interesting than talking about food. My lovely friend Sarah Gorman has recently started blogging about the three facets of her ambition to make the world a better place. She is a very clever, life-loving woman with an inspirational energy. Her blog, Three Part Plot, has just commenced, but I see it having a real future. One of the three plots is her organic chutney business. I have a jar of her really delicious date and orange chutney in my fridge and the recipe in my book. I read my own blog and am happy enough, but as I pointed out in a previous post, there is no real point. Sarah has a point. And the (f)act of cooking and eating is not enough when you live in a place where food is plentiful and various, energy is cheap, there is a vast library of recipes at hand. Too easy and I can't help but feel, self-indulgent.
So, 40. I am inspired by Helen Razer's eloquence and Sarah Gorman's conscience. 40 is good. There is a lot to be done. Talking about and doing it...Watch this space.
Anyone?
So. Birthday. I am having a party and there is a theme: fascination. What that means is up to my guests but I will be indulging in sequins if I can help it. I won't be vajazzling, but this is not because the idea of gluing shiny things to my genitals isn't astronomically appealing, but merely because I expect my frock will cover my special parts and the effect will be lost. I also expect to be too "tipsy" by bed time to enjoy flashing those shinies to my chap. If you are wondering what vajazzling is, please read Helen Razer's most erudite post on Crikey about Louis Nowra's c(u)ntinuing critique of Germaine Greer. The Monthly’s Louis Nowra needs a good vajazzling. Not only a great commentary but my god can that woman string together a piece of prose. Fucking genius.
I almost started talking about what I was going to serve at my party and I may do so after the fact, but after speaking about Helen's post I can't bring myself to be so banal. Perhaps there is an opportunity to turn talking about food into something more interesting than talking about food. My lovely friend Sarah Gorman has recently started blogging about the three facets of her ambition to make the world a better place. She is a very clever, life-loving woman with an inspirational energy. Her blog, Three Part Plot, has just commenced, but I see it having a real future. One of the three plots is her organic chutney business. I have a jar of her really delicious date and orange chutney in my fridge and the recipe in my book. I read my own blog and am happy enough, but as I pointed out in a previous post, there is no real point. Sarah has a point. And the (f)act of cooking and eating is not enough when you live in a place where food is plentiful and various, energy is cheap, there is a vast library of recipes at hand. Too easy and I can't help but feel, self-indulgent.
So, 40. I am inspired by Helen Razer's eloquence and Sarah Gorman's conscience. 40 is good. There is a lot to be done. Talking about and doing it...Watch this space.
Anyone?
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