Category: life
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Links: Katrina
From body_impolitic: And then there’s the other truth: Racism has always been used to divide people from other people with common interests, and it’s a very useful tool. African-American poet and writer Audre Lorde, self-described “Black lesbian, mother, warrior, poet” said, “The master’s tools will not dismantle the master’s house.” Divisiveness is one of the…
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Burning Man Just Got Safer
Which is good, because strangedave & doctor_k_ will be there this year. Hinkamp, who works as a Burning Man volunteer, said he was riding his bike away from the crowd gathered for the torching of the tall wooden sculpture that marks the festival when he saw the clown coming toward him. “He pushed me over…
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Who is this ‘they’ of which they speak?
“They say money can’t buy you happiness,” I said, “but I say hand it over! Those freaks just aren’t trying.” “Yeah,” said J., “Anyway, I’d rather be rich & unhappy than poor & unhappy any day.” “Good point!” *pause to contemplate all the things we could do with money* “They also say you’d get bored…
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Sometimes I write notes to myself. This is such a note.
Discovering a cheerful ‘help yourself!’ sign in the kitchen at work, & beneath the sign a plate of fruit buns (you know, like hot cross buns, except for the fact it’s not Easter), & hearing myself inadvertently shout, “Ooooh, fruit buns!” before collecting one particularly plump, shiny bun to drop into my mouth, I realised…
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Vale Valhalla
So, I’ve only just heard about the demise of the Valhalla Cinema in Glebe, & though it’s a shame to lose that crazy old arthouse den, on the other hand I’m not surprised. Because of the smell. That place always smelled bad. And it was creepy. I felt like I was entering the First Layer…
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Just another day at the office
The players: N. = male, late fifties, delightfully full European accent. D. = me. No accent. Or age. Or… well, female. The play: N., with great aplomb & a certain amount of wincing, slowly lowers himself to one knee, clasps hold of D.’s hand and touches his forehead to her fingers. He says, “Sweetheart. Apple…
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Why I want to be Heath Ledger
Allens Fantales: Australian chewy choc-caramel lollies with biographies of celebrities on the wrappers. They work like this: Person 1, chewing, & speaking awkwardly with a mouth full of chewy choc-caramel, reading their lolly wrapper: “So. I got Madonna. That whore. Did you know her second name was Louise? So who’d you get?” Person 2, sucking…
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Linkity-split
chork — v. (chork) — to make the sound shoes make with water in them. (Thanks, capnoblivious.) And BTW, I LOVE this weather. I hadn’t even noticed the absence of rain in Sydney until the news reports started blah blah blahing about water restrictions, but now that classic Sydney rain is back, I’ve realised how…
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What I’m doing lately: Too much, & none of it translates to interesting LJ content
I was composing an entirely different entry in my head, but it’s 1:26am & way too late to be getting into what I was going to be waffling about. I only mention it here because my composition began like this: I’m born –. It was then I realised how late it was. ‘I’m born’. Good…