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Hey all, long time no post. Not online much the last few months.
News is that I went down to Melbourne briefly recently, but I didn't really catch up with people as I would have liked (sorry!) as I didn't really have the time and energy. Went for three reasons 1) to tie up loose ends re possessions 2) lots of medical appointments 3) market stalls and buying supplies for.
I went to St Andrews Market and then at the end of the week to CERES Market, to try flogging some of my jewellery. St Andrews was a washout rainwise, but one guy bought two of my pieces; at CERES it was sunny, and I sold four things. Then some of my family bought pieces too, so all in all I got $250 which is alright, although of course in no way a decent wage per hour.
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Gf got a new job, with Legal Aid working with refugees, and corresponding payrise, so she wants to go to Indonesia (Bali) before she starts, to do hardcore luxurious relaxing. She's taking me, I'm not complaining. We're going Sunday week for ten days. Only a couple of hours away. No escape from the stifling build up weather though, although it rained here the other day which was FREAKY - that's not normal for this time of year.
I've been playing with mobile phone Java apps recently (I found an RPG! Help meeee!) and last night I was playing with an app called Compass. It helps you find your direction based on where the sun and moon are. That's not so interesting, what was more fun for me is that whereever and whenever you are in the world, it will calculate the position of the sun and moon, and times of sun/moon rise/set and civil/nautical/astronomical twilight. I spent a lot of time working out the movements of the sun closer and closer to the poles, and I found myself vividly imagining in my mind's eye what it must be like to spend time in the lands of the midnight sun, where the sun doesn't set, but skims the horizon, the landscape starkly beautiful, and when night finally falls, to have ghostly lights dancing across the sky.
I've never been to those remote climes. The furthest to the poles I've been is Scotland as a wee lass, and although I have the memory echo of heathered mountain slopes that still tug at my heart strings, I don't remember the incredibly long summer days.
I was asked the other day: if money was no object, where would you go in the world right now? and I couldn't answer. I think that it is good to think of these things, sometimes we get so cramped by lack of money and time and energy and opportunity and fantasy that we stop dreaming.
Now I know: I am dreaming of northern landscapes of bare rock and brilliant green moss and distant mountain ranges, dim fir forests with strange animals howling and grunting, and warm fires and hot bread, and the sun low and brave in the sky. Iceland perhaps, or Finland, or Siberia?
As long as I get to come home again. I'm looking out of the open door right now and what I see is blue skies, and palm fronds waving in the warm breeze, and clusters of bright red fruit being eaten by fat white pigeons.
tigerweave helped me do a brainstorm on Melbourne vs Darwin fashion. At least where wimmins are concerned,
we I don't notice men's fashion much, although the generalities are similar.
* warm look of clothes * cooooool * expensive * textures * sophisticated * self-conscious * muted palette * cutting edge * clean lines * raw edges * hand-made * quirky-cute * minimalist * urban * japanese * street art * urban-natural * self-referential * sciencey * cold feel * screen print * tension of high tech meets low tech * cynical * black/grey * not pretty-pretty * unusual * jaded sophistication * accessorising * faux retro/ nostalgia * modern * boutique * ironic * deconstructed * designed to create reaction from audience
* practical * SE Asian (tropical) * bright colours * non-fadeable * straightforward * naiive * dresses * less showpieces * not posey * one layer! (even if it looks layered) * pretty * washable * sandals * natural * natural fibres * sleeveless * not so adventurous * un-self-conscious * transience * island princess * simple skirts * long feminine dresses * not projecting an image * designed in Darwin, made in Indonesia * cheaper and own more of them (practical to wash) * disposable * shows skin * colours * exuberance * unsophisticated * bright patterns * florals * simple
Obviously there's a lot of types of fashion in Melbourne (and Darwin), but that is the zeitgeist of the local fashion industry. And the two cities really reflect their outlook, climate, population, income, history, past-times, and so forth, in their fashion.
I'm coming to Melbourne from the 25th of August to the 5th of September. So I get the start of spring! Blossoms! I need to do a bunch of wrapping up stuff with possessions still in Melbourne, go get cheap medical care, and try to do a couple of markets. And of course socialise!!!
Well here I am again. Heads up for anyone into Torchwood - the 5-parter Children of Earth is screening at the moment in the UK over 5 days - 3 eps out so far. Available via usual channels. I've seen 2 episodes and so far it's really good writing, very enjoyable and exciting. If you don't know what Torchwood is, it's a British scifi show set in Wales that manages to be both dark and funny/silly. Plus queer male shenanigans. Jack's cock featured quite fuzzily last night (spoiled ya, haha). Also, there's three Torchwood radio plays released in the last week too which are pretty good - Asylum, Golden Age, and The Dead Line.
I was driving tigerweave's car to the Wharf this evening, and cos she's got a disabled sticker, rather than having to park miles away, we could go right up to the front and park. We were joking, "oh, can't work, win a free parking space!". Got out of the car and WHAM! there is an old guy staring in my face, to the disabled sticker, then back to me and tigerweave, he doesn't look away when I look at him. Like I'm on display. Staring too long. Seen that look but never in relation to disability before. "What?" I snap at him. "Some disabilities are invisible, you know." Naturally, unpleasantness ensues.
I was a bit overwhelmed and needed some time to compose myself. My disability has always been invisible in public. But I get out of a crip car, essentially making my/our disability visible, feeling self-conscious, and RIGHT AWAY there is a dude in my face, looking me up and down. I was upset, thinking of all my friends who have had their disability visible in public - friends with canes, electric bikes, wheelchairs - all have been publicly questioned as to their validity, oh faking it faking it. Not disabled looking enough. Do we have to, like, have half our heads missing or something?!
From No Pity City, this is my t-shirt of the day:
I just got called a "racist interstater" by a white guy who's offended by the suggestion that homeless Aboriginal people in Darwin might not all be choosing the long-grass lifestyle. He's talked to some of these people, you see! He's a hardcore reeaaal Darwin dude mate! He knows how it really is with those Aboriginal folks, not like us bleeding-heart blow-ins from down South! Har har! Anyway, rather than rising to the bait I called him a "sad creepy little fuckwit", because he takes photos without permission of random young "attractive" women in public; and thus I also satisfied some of my current aggressive tendencies.