| The one about the rabbi and the bunny. |
[Apr. 28th, 2011|05:27 pm] |
Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been more than a year since my last entry.
Is there anyone out there... there.... there.... ? |
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| Arse burgers |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|09:07 am] |
I have a cold and I leave tomorrow for Australia. I happen to think that this is punishment for having a really good time for the last two months. I shake my (suntanned) fist at you, Universe! Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| El Calafate |
[Dec. 12th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
I fell in love with El Calafate and when I left, I couldn´t look at this view because I was crying so much. Seriously, it broke my heart to leave for a bunch of reasons.
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| The glaciers |
[Dec. 12th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
This was probably the highlight of my entire trip - Los Glaciars National Park. This is Upsala glacier with an awesome UFO cloud.
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| Oh really really I have flown. |
[Dec. 12th, 2009|12:44 pm] |
Bonjour, you bastards! It´s been a while but us travelling jetsetter types can´t just log into livejournal willynilly, you know.
So here I am in Uruguay, and after almost 7 weeks of travelling Argentina, a teensy yet stunning corner of Brazil and a glorious mountainous expanse of Chile, I´m finally a bit bored but not entirely ready to come home. I´m staying with my Auntie Adriana and although she´s away all day at work (8:30am-9:30pm!!) I AM in a resort town where all the famous celebs come to holiday and it is very beautiful and I should just shut the hell up and enjoy not being in boring old Melbourne, with it´s boring same sameness that I´ve seen all my life and I don´t feel the slightest bit guilty about being bored about. This town is boring as well when the weather is bad like it is today though, and all I feel like doing is cafe hopping and I end up staring at people walking by with desperation. ENTERTAIN ME, YOU OBLIVIOUS PASSERBYS! I HAVE HAD THE HOLIDAY OF A LIFETIME AND NOW I AM BORED WITH HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS HERE.
What I really want to do is go back to Brazil and sit on a bench looking out at Iguazu falls and sweat and sit very still until the lizards crawl over me and the butterflies land on my nose and the vines curl gently around my neck and eventually just become a part of the jungle.
Or go back to the glaciers in the violent wind and let icicles form on my eyelashes and the eagles make their nests on my head and I´ll just watch the crashing and the glowing and the boiling ocean and become a little iceberg.
I don´t think that´s asking too much.
And you know the best part about this trip is that I have finally maybe understood where I stand in the world and who I am and why my Australianness and Uruguayanness are constantly fighting with one another and why I like that I have an animated way of speaking even if my boss doesn´t and why it´s okay I have this body and why I don´t like feeling like I have to control how I laugh or speak with my Australian friends and why I like dancing and singing and playing with words and why being passionate and angry and ecstatic and sad are good things even if the people around me back home think I´m mad.
I´ll post photos soon, you will be amazed and awed and you will love me for it more than you already do. |
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| In which Kath chucks a wobbly. |
[Oct. 9th, 2009|09:22 am] |
In my less charitable moments this week, I decided that Australians are globally retarded, purposely try to remain uneducated and massive dickheads. I'm still not feeling any more charitable.
Hey Hey it's Fucking Saturday re-lived one of their most offensive Red Faces moments by bringing back a bunch of uni students who 20 years ago put on black face and did a little anti-Michael Jackson skit. It was offensive then and it's reanimation now is embarrassingly offensive. The media have played it for all it's worth but that doesn't mean it's not worth commenting on. People pleading ignorance to the offensiveness of blackface are even more cringe-worthy. Putting aside the fact that our education system is an abomination if we're not teaching students about the potency of race in our society, let alone the historical background of blackface; are we really that backward in this country that we didn't think painting your face black to mimic a person of colour isn't demeaning? The show itself is irrelevant - I have no problem with people watching whatever the hell they want. It's the discussion that the show has brought about and the apologists disgust me. Australians like to use "but it was just a bit of fun!" as an excuse to behave appallingly. Turning the backlash into an issue of patriotism and anti-Americanism is humiliating to watch. We come off like children, petulantly digging our heels in, refusing to admit that we haven't thought things through and making excuses for poor choices in our behaviour.
This country needs an enema. |
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| yay! |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|11:36 am] |
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| crunchy |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|02:28 pm] |
I'm going through a severe depressive slump. I blame the cold and flu medicine I was taking because I was fine before that. It's been about three weeks of black dog and I've just doubled my medication now because I am stubborn and perennially optimistic about tomorrow being a new day. Stuff at home is crap beyond belief, which is ace timing because I don't feel emotionally equipped to deal with it. So I spent the last 4 days in Mt Eliza with my sister and her family and got the love and care I should have got weeks ago.
The thing I hate about depression is that it makes me self-absorbed - not because I'm so interesting but because I don't have the mental energy to give a shit about anything. So all that's going on in my mind is "keep breathing, don't think about being dead, smile at people so they don't know anything is wrong" and that's about it. Tonight I'm going to see Coraline at the movies and hopefully lift my spirit with a choc top. I'm exercising heaps - boxing, spin and pump - because my blood pressure is high. I haven't lost a single kg but my pants are loose. I'm eating really well. I'm breathing properly. I'm treating myself with respect and love and SO WHY DOESN'T MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY GET WITH THE PROGRAM, MAN?
In other news, they re-made V?
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| maw maw maw |
[Aug. 13th, 2009|04:34 pm] |
I started using my new tiny super cheap sewing machine last night and I've already bent a needle. But I did make a funky lined pouch with a zip and started a second one. I will conquer you, zippers of +10 difficulty! If I make enough, I'll sell them and make enough money to buy a better sewing machine. Or at least a can of coke. I'm deciding on the name of my label. I'm thinking "Death by Stitches" will alienate my clientèle of 12-16 year olds.
I am overwhelmingly bored at work. I have a long list of things to do but it all bores me half to shit. Working with databases is like braiding your pubes - strangely interesting at first but then your eyes blur and you wonder if anyone is ever really going to notice your handiwork. There literally is not enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do in my personal life so it all starts to filter into work hours. I want to sew a cabinet of curiosities, watch a bunch of True Blood episodes, listen to all the best music in the world, watch the Doomsday DVD which is still plastic wrapped on my bedside table, cut back our lemon tree which has gall wasp, finish reading Guillermo Del Toro/Chuck Hogan's The Strain, keep attending Boxing on Monday night, Spin on Wednesday and Pump on Friday nights and generally be as awesome as possible without needing to stop for sleep.
The Housemate got two kittens. They are so lethally cute, you die if you see them out of the corner of your eye. They have ears up to here, they're like baby ocelots crossed with kangaroos. They also drive me insane at times (kitties do not live in the tea towel drawer!!) but overall the cuteness wins. They fall asleep like superman with their arms stretched out, zooming through kitteh dreamland. They are positively evil. Unfortunately it means that the housemate is probably going to give up on ever leaving the house again and so I'm undertaking Operation VampireBill to get her a boyfriend. She's besotted with Bill from True Blood which means I have my work cut out for me because he's a vampire and he's a 150 years old soldier from Louisiana. So you know, have to work on her changing her requirements a bit. So far there is hesitation and perhaps all out refusal to engage in my mission but I will prevail.
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