Furi-Kuri

Finally, this week, i'm beginning to feel the shackles of too much creative dormancy being ripped from their foundations. I sense there will be little sleep in the next little while and my brain is burning in anticipation. :)

Monday, Zaireeka, the first of Algae Rhythm's babies was unveiled amongst modest fanfare and much booze. Great, inspiring people, funky bathroom decor and some fabulous fudge all made for a great night. And the Zine, lets not forget the Zine! Big shout out to Bear and Alex for a fabulous little nugget that i'll cherish for a long while.

Today, I can again feel the creative sands shifting, some late night im'ing with Barry has turned into the foundations of an Algae Rhythm event and my head is awash with thoughts, sketches and very rusty Japanese characters. Colour me excited. *whip whip*

Some late night Ghibli browsing caused me to trip upon this in description of the aims of the museum:

"It is suffused with ideas and new challenges so that the exhibits do not get dusty or old, and that investments are made to realize that goal"

If only everything in life was modelled on such a simple premise.

I can resist everything but temptation

... and, it appears, the discipline to rant online in any kind of semi regular state.

Resolution to try harder starts now.

Meanwhile, the thought of these guys at the Opera House makes my world that little bit more smiley right now.

Transcendence

I'd like to be above and beyond it all.

Or at the very least enveloped in an endless vacuum of words and sound.

This clip suits my mood right now. To quote Adam its all "dreamy and muddied and pretty like that".

Buzz, Bzzzz

My head is jumping frantically between pounding and buzzing, my muscles alternating between pain and shakes.

My insides are basically a swimming pool but on the upside my kidneys arn't THAT sore to touch anymore.

All the words of the articles are starting to merge on the page, but alertness strangely piqued.

Oh detox, how I love you. :)

Scientists...

are coming. :)

Beta chewiness and shrill glee

The pads of my fingers are raw and my left hand now has this awesome bionic woman claw-like action. And a hint for the children out there, no matter how fun breaking strings SOUNDS, the inevitable whipping of the hands takes the glean off ever so much.

BUT even the burning sensation couldn't take away from the shrill glee of playing around in this beta playground last night. You heard me. SHRILL GLEE.

http://www.openaustralia.org/

The perilous adventures of Charlotte the Optus Wench - Part II

I'm going to keep this short and simple, for your sanity, mine and the overall health of this far too portable laptop.

Found out Friday (my mind full of heady expectation at the prospect of a phone that not only stays on for tracts of time but ALSO receives AND sends phone calls and messages in that pesky real-time thing) that the f***king device isn't coming till AT LEAST next Friday.

The reason(s) behind this I discover from Cindy (the one good about this saga is Optus' seeming ease in producing service assistants with wonderfully giggly names), who manages to inform me in a wonderfully demeaning and condascending way that i'm an idiot for assuming anyone I speak to to has any real idea whats going on. Better yet, the sooner I let go of this false ideology that people are employed for a reason, the better i'll feel about stupid things like being able to connect with the world. After reminding myself quietly that breathing IS an essential survival thing, I am semi-resolved to the fact that this is out of my control. Semi. Till next Friday at least.