Wax on, wax off…

You know how little kids barely have eyebrows, just soft adorable fluff perched above their eyes? Yeah, that wasn’t me. People always used to describe me as striking – “She’s such a striking child!” Partly, it’s true, that was the pale, pale skin, big eyes, skinny arms and legs, charmingly crooked teeth (now rigorously [...]

Awful quiet

I walked home from uni tonight, beery and full of crisps. I usually catch the tram after midnight, but I was in the mood for a walk. The way my life is at the moment, I only have a vague association with the days of the week. Today is Friday. I had forgotten that, and [...]

Putting down roots

You know how sometimes you’re walking along, and you see two people in the distance, and something about the way they walk lets you know that they’re together? It’s as though if you just squint hard enough you might see a piece of telephone wire connecting them. I was walking home from the supermarket today [...]

My week sucked but my friends rock

The other day I was running late for work, trying not to get rained on too much, and generally failing. As I scrambled out the gate I grabbed a lumpy-looking envelope from the mailbox and shoved it in my bag, and forgot about it.
Later that day I was fishing around for some lip balm, when [...]

Glory of… whatever

I went outside this morning to hang out some washing, and the almond tree was suddenly covered in delicate blossom. Oh, the glory of spring! The majesty of the seasons! etc. If the seasons think I’m going to rhapsodize over them every time they make one fucking grand gesture of a change, they have another [...]

Public singing face.

I’m going through a public singing phase at the moment. Not in a torch-singing-in-smoky-bars kinda way, or even a karaoke way – just in the sense that when I am walking home with a full bag of groceries or checking the mailbox, I suddenly feel compelled to break into song.
I’ve been caught out a few [...]

If you only see one film at MIFF

…for the love of God, see this.
Jelly Hands is threatening to review it on her newly established blog, so I won’t write it up, only mention that it ticks every box you could possibly expect and then some. Awesome. Come to think of it, it’s possible a review of it might pop up here…
I’ve often [...]

Good lit, bad lit

Good lit: Fear of Flying, Erica Jong
I bought Fear of Flying at a uni sale a while ago, along with a glut of books of similar theme and intent. I’ve been wary of reading it for a while, partly because so many consider it a seminal work, and partly because some of her later writing [...]