I once played lawn bowls with an antelope.

I'm very interested in time travel. How brilliant it would be to go back and be absorbed in a world now gone. I'd love, personally to have coffee with Coco Chanel (this is also because I just saw "Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky" and fell in love with her and her amazingness).

my soul fell off

I'm a bit of a literary blank at the moment, with nothing much to say and anything that comes up is not really worth while reading... Besides this; red cabbage is seriously the greatest vegetable ever!!!

let them drink soy!

"Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it. "~Samuel Beckett

Kohei Nawa

This artist is amazing. I saw one of his art installations at the resent Asia Pacific Triennial at the Brisbane's Gallery of Modern Art. It was part of is Pixel series. "PixCell-Elk#2" is a taxidermic elk covered in skin of glass beads. The beads magnify and distort images of areas not only of the elk but also of the surrounding area. It gives us the most fascinating new perceptive on how we view and what we see.

I heart PixCell-Elk#2 Kohei Nawa, absolutely fell in love with it. 

I took these pictures with my Oktomat Lomo.

little indian

I found a really amusing poem by Agatha Christie called "ten little indians". 

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
On got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Mingalaba

Mingalaba everyone,

This is how you would say hello to someone in Burmese, Flickr is teaching me many things about our global community. I'm also going insane. I have 3 days straight now off work and then 4 on, which I really like but by the third day I turn into this dangerous, alcoholic housewife that can't keep the house clean and can't be in the kitchen without setting it on fire. However it gives me heaps of time to get all artistic though and express myself subjectively through crayola crayon drawings and finger painting. Not really, I just get crazy ideas for artwork, which only ever stay uncompleted because my artistic epiphanies diminish by the time the Finstones come on GO and then the TV absorb me.

this is from my photo shoot with Thea Brocksidge's clothing designs from "TeePee"

here is the link to her page. click it. you know you want too... its in HELVETICA... 






everyone loves helvetica.

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Well I made French Onion Soup today, my hair court on fire but never the less the soup was completed and tasted pretty damn swell. I'd like to thank the Women's Weekly for the recipe, and gives it 1 out of 2 kudos.

I hang the washing out with you still in the clothes

here is a list of 5 songs I've had on repeat over the past week.

1. Saddest Summer by The Drums
   
   
2. Crave You by Flight Facilities 
3. We No Speak Americano by Yolanda Be Cool & Dcup
4. Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne
5. The Imperial March by John Williams

I'm a Star Wars geek and I've been watching Anakin Skywalker turn into DARTH VADER and getting emotional that Natalie Portman dies from a broken heart (I'll love you Natalie). But then I watch V for Vendetta and Natalie is alive again and everything is better and I'm happy... I am a loser.

poached seagull.

I get this quite abit...

customer: Can I get a large coffee?


barista: Yes you most certainly can. What would you like?


customer: ...? {internal thoughts= "a coffee you idiot"}

Now there is this awkward moment where the customer is giving barista/customer service person "well why aren't you making be a coffee by-atch" look and barista/customer service person is waiting for customer to say "oh. Just a classic caffè latte".

barista: ...so a large?... (internal thoughts = "the bitch isn't getting it") would you like that as a flat white?... latte?... cappuccino?


customer: Oh, a skinny soy decaf latte. Thanks