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Alright, so, long time no posting, but when it comes to iPods set to shuffle, who can resist?

Had to try this meme (which came from Richard Watts' site on Blogger):

Here's what you do.

A) Grab your iPod.
B) Set it to shuffle.
C) Use the names of the songs that come up in order to answer the following questions.

Easy huh? Here we go...

1. What does next year have in store for me? "Fall On Me"

2. What’s my love life like? "Higher Ground"
3. What do I say when life gets hard? "Rockets Fall On Rocket Falls"
4. What do I think of on waking up? "Alfie"
5. What song will I dance to at my wedding? "Big River"
6. What do I want as a career? "The Day You Come"
7. My favorite saying? "Tojo"
8. Favorite place? "(We Ain't Got) Nothin' Yet"
9. What do I think of my parents? "Fragile Happiness"
10. What’s my porn star name? "Crazy"
11. Where would I go on a first date? "Say You Love Me"
12. Drug of choice? "Blue Bossa"
13. Describe myself: "You've Got It Bad, Girl"
14. What is the thing I like doing most? "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)"
15. What is my state of mind like at the moment? "Song To The Siren"
16. How will I die? "Hallucinations"

Okay, that didn't quite work. Shall I try again?

1. What does next year have in store for me? "Little Earthquakes"

2. What’s my love life like? "Giving Up The Ghost"
3. What do I say when life gets hard? "Falco Vs The Young Canoeist"
4. What do I think of on waking up? "Bring It On Home"
5. What song will I dance to at my wedding? "Down In The Valley"
6. What do I want as a career? "Mutual Slump"
7. My favorite saying? "Madeleine's Song"
8. Favorite place? "What A Wonderful Thing Love Is"
9. What do I think of my parents? "Work It"
10. What’s my porn star name? "Truth Or Dare (feat. Kelis & Pusha T)"
11. Where would I go on a first date? "Bouba (Cool)"
12. Drug of choice? "Tables And Chairs"
13. Describe myself: "What You're Doing"
14. What is the thing I like doing most? "Put Yourself In My Place"
15. What is my state of mind like at the moment? "Under This Moon"
16. How will I die? "Thursday"


It's kinda like doing the Wizard Of Oz/Dark Side thing, isn't it. If you look reeeeeally reeeeeally hard...

Indeed - what have I been up to?

Well, the Sydney version of "KEATING!" went into rehearsal last October and premiered in early November at the Belvoir Street Theatre. I was MD and performing in it up until March... then April was the Melbourne International Comedy Festival, June was the Adelaide Cabaret Festival, and in between and hither and thither I've been attempting to craft a new show for the Belvoir, "Real Estate", which was scheduled to premiere in September.

Unfortunately, the bits of "Real Estate" stubbornly refused to become a coherent whole; desperately missing a through-line, the show was panting and wheezing heavily, so earlier this month, about 2 1/2 months before its scheduled debut, I had to take it out behind the shed and put it out of its (and my) misery. Sad! But better than putting something on that was bleeding from the gums. Company B were sympathetic and wonderful, and swung into action to replace the booking with a new mounting of "Holding The Man" instead, and remained friendly toward me when they had every right to go "MGAHHHRMN!" in frustration. Ditto the marvellous Craig Ilott, who was slated to direct, and all associated folks. People are basically nice.

So that's what I've been up to, and now, y'know, I've got a bit of time off. And what's happening with that crazy Cartel website revamp? It looked like it was going to be a funky tabular site thingy, but are folks still working on it, or is it on hold? I've got a version of "Walking With Woodlice" that's, like, half-finished, but I may still rerecord some of it. How're folks?

Damn!

Well, I was havin' a good day. Met up with Rich, wandered around the city, came home, tried out some gadgetry I'd bought, it was all good - and then I hear that HST has gone and topped himself!

I do not approve, Doc! I do not approve!
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This note's for you...

Richard, a friend of mine, complains that I don't update my blog often enough. He's quite right, so let me summarise:
I'm writing some stuff for the Comedy Festival.
I'm playing a few gigs here and there.
I'm enjoying the summer.

Hooray!
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Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal...
...along with these instructions.

Ooh, I've got a coupla good sentences here. The nearest book:

"With the mouth of the beer bottle, Chub massaged the furry nape of his neck."

Can anyone name it?

This book was the second-nearest, and it woulda been a doozy:

"By preformationism we indeed mean preformationism: the well-known biological doctrine, opposed to epigenesis, according to which the totality of hereditary characteristics is enveloped in the germ, and is already in action in reduced dimensions that nevertheless respect the forms and proportions of the future adult."

- ("Writing And Difference", Jacques Derrida)

Yeats was onto something (or possibly on something).

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of 'Spiritus Mundi'
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The Rituals Of The Grand Final

If you're Australian, and specifically if you're Melburnian, the last weekend in September holds special significance. It's possible (as I discovered this year) to look at the calendar two weeks beforehand and see it as an 'unbooked weekend', but when it finally rolls around, you'll know how foolish you were. It's no trivial weekend to be bandied about like the wonky Frisbee in the car boot: it's the Big One, the Ultimate Game. It's the Australian Football League Grand Final, and they ain't gonna let you forget it in a hurry.

Read about the All-Important Week Of Glory!Collapse )
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