the monuments we build

like pubic hair around a penis

2011-09-18T18:12:00.000+10:00

A quick snippet from "I Hate Martin Amis et al", by Peter Barry: "Today I'm shooting from the Jewish cemetery high up above Grbavica. The irony doesn't escape me - I lie amongst the dead and attempt to add to their number. They are my allies, my friends, we are on the same side. The dead provide excellent cover: the grass clusters at the base of the white, smooth stones like pubic hair around

The Lunar Menopause

2011-08-15T23:20:00.000+10:00

the solar tides still weakly ebbedon the day of the Lunar Menopause.the Earth still turned and brighter shone the stars overhead. she eschewed terrestrial orbit andher subtle egress into milky pastures beyondleft synodic months measured now only for sentiment. birds and bees among the first toperish. A wave of melancholy withno clear source as seasons shifted and mother nature wept. her isotonic

My pillow has a heartbeat (puke)

2011-08-05T20:34:00.000+10:00

My pillow has a heartbeatAnd I love him very much. My pillow has a heartbeatAnd he trembles at my touch. My pillow has a heartbeatAnd it rises with his breath. My pillow has a heartbeatAnd I'll listen 'til our death.

some random crap on ABC

2011-05-08T21:44:00.002+10:00

today i turned on the TV while i was reading. i had on some random crap on ABC, footage of some old guy talking interlaced with various other scenes. but combined with the strange mix of music, i stopped reading bit by bit and became more captivated. it was strange, but it seemed like some kind of brilliant genius.okay so THEN i realised my stereo hadn't changed to A/V mode properly and i was

amarillo ramp

2011-04-24T20:42:00.003+10:00

mystical slipstreams. angkor wat. la sagrada familia. spiral jetty. amarillo ramp. lee ranaldo. the lightning field. robert smithson. the beach. dislocated arm. a vertical plane. the notebook. salty tang. last exit / big exit.won't even know i've left.vincent.

our stomach is grumbling

2011-04-17T15:29:00.000+10:00

Our stomach is grumbling again. We have been feeding him well - overly well, Brian says - but his attitude has soured day by day. I even snuck him a chocolate bar while Brian was looking away to sweeten things up, but still with the grumbling. I turn my head to fix Brian directly in the eye, but am rewarded only with earwax.

perhaps

2010-02-18T20:04:00.000+10:00

perhaps human beings were not intended to live this long;and perhaps this misery is our punishment for doing so.

it's october now!

2009-10-11T18:31:00.004+10:00

it's october now! okay let me say that again. it's october now!!i moved down here in mid-august, where has the time gone? well yes, everything turned to shit, but that's okay, because as we all know - everything turns to shit eventually.i will turn 30 soon. when i was 22 i asked my colleague to shoot me when i turned 30, because thirty is old. i've since reassessed my views on that. kinda.i

giving up easily

2009-10-11T18:16:00.003+10:00

so.you move interstate to be with somebody who has pursued you and convinced you that it can work. then you get dumped. then you try again, but they complain that you make them feel uncomfortable. what do you do?nothing. fuck 'em. keep working, realise that Jean-Paul Sartre was correct: hell most certainly is Other People.

loser

2009-08-13T08:31:00.003+10:00

here i am, sitting around like a loser, eating breakfast on the floor of a unit with no stuff in it. the removalists have just been and gone, and my stuff will be on a train down south very soon. i finished up my old job last week, and now running around like crazy trying to move and get settled in before my new job starts.crazy.

sir, we must respectfully ask you to leave

2009-07-29T10:28:00.008+10:00

i'm leaving town. very soon. i've decided to make my employer redundant and choof off for a new job down south. so anyway, here's a list of things that i will always remember and miss about my time here:the lush green of my suburb.being able to cycle to work in 15-20 minutes with minimal traffic hassles - something I've been doing for 7 years.cycling Mt Coot-tha and Mt Nebo/Glorious, cycling

yeap

2009-07-16T19:18:00.002+10:00

strange few weeks, it never rains but it certainly does pour, and now i'm chasing more options than i really want to have. i also have the option of doing nothing and sitting pretty right where i am.but that's not an option.see-ya's,m.

a damp box, a letter

2009-05-30T20:08:00.001+10:00

6th June '90Dear Mr Monuments,Thank you for your correspondence. I appreciate your position and understand the difficulty that you would have in attending interviews during work times.Fortunately you are blessed in having such a courteous and highly academic son who poses no problems in the classroom or playground.He is a model student who tries hard to please at all times.Maybe we will be able

apocalyptic helicopter, arctic rain

2009-05-24T15:10:00.002+10:00

cycling over the top of mt coot-tha: returning to life, recovering from the pain, exorcising the poisonous fire from my veins. i glimpse out across West Brisbane and see the Enoggera Reservoir, strangely full of water after the breaking of our long drought. it's getting very grey, and i realise this ride has been a mistake.minutes ago i had begun climbing the mountain in humid sunshine and even

i been back.

2009-05-10T20:53:00.003+10:00

yeah, been back awhile now. from honkers. w00t. a week of treating ourselves, lots of fun, not a worry. then straight back to it, put that damn project to bed and now some expert thumb-twiddling time in the office.then the very next weekend i went to sydney. am i trying to keep "bris-time" to a minimum or something? i don't know.now they're suggesting that things are quiet and we may want to

for a short while

2009-04-14T20:31:00.002+10:00

for a short while, the rain just kept on coming. i was looking elsewhere: different weather, different city - but still, the rain just kept on coming. i've had no hot water for a week now, but the skies open up at will. a warning came to me last week, out of the blue. bad way for an atheist to begin his easter, and a tense few days. but some supportive friends and a good few days of cycling

Another year, 23 seconds slower

2009-03-22T20:07:00.002+10:00

Today was the 2nd Mt Coot-tha Cycle Challenge, once again featuring a timed ascent of the mountain. The times have already been released, and I was 23 seconds slower than last year. I expected this, being in worse shape, having hardly done any decent rides or climbing since the Mutual Community Challenge Tour 155km in Adelaide. Despite the slip in time, I'm still reasonably happy to have made

the hazards of love

2009-03-22T19:45:00.002+10:00

I've never really gotten into the Decemberists. I enjoyed Picaresque, but not enough to motivate me into exploring their other albums. However, I think I'm just one of many people who has already been captured by their epic plot-driven new album - The Hazards of Love. And I'm saying this without having taken the time to investigate or follow the tale behind these songs, I'm speaking only in

mogwai at the tivoli, 3rd March 2009

2009-03-15T21:13:00.002+10:00

I can't write about this gig, because I can't do it justice.So I will simply link to another review and echo the set-list they published:The Precipice (last on The Hawk Is Howling)Friend of the Night (Mr Beast)Scotland’s Shame (The Hawk Is Howling)Hunted By A Freak (Happy Songs for Happy People)Mogwai Fear Satan (Young Team)I Know You Are But What Am I (Happy Songs for Happy People)I Love You, I’

the gigs of february 2009

2009-03-01T19:24:00.003+10:00

This has been one of the best months for live music that I remember in years. I think January-March is always the busiest time of year for both international and local acts touring in Australia, but this February has been truly exceptional:Laneway Festival- Stereolab (!) and The Drones are particular highlights. I've seen Stereolab here many times over the years, but this was the first time

Bob Dylan - Love Sick

2009-02-21T17:44:00.001+10:00

I'm walkin' through streets that are deadWalkin', walkin' with you in my headMy feet are so tiredMy brain is so wiredAnd the clouds are weepin'.Did I hear someone tell a lie?Did I hear someone's distant cry?I spoke like a childYou destroyed me with a smileWhile I was sleepin'.I'm sick of love that I'm in the thick of itThis kind of love, I'm so sick of it.I see, I see lovers in the meadowI see, I

textual montage on a road trip to Adelaide

2009-01-30T18:12:00.004+10:00

huge motherfucking donut; mating trucks; truck-on-truck acti0n; hole in the ground; the cottonball clouds [lee ranaldo]; twenty seconds of blessed rain; silos; Moree; Walgetti Spaghetti; Rubis titties; deep-throating beer; Betel nut;endless road; taking things too far; ghost town; ghost bitch [sonic youth]; martian landscape; obese mating trucks; worst sausage roll ever; suburbia; dry heat;

an intricate form of torture

2009-01-11T19:29:00.002+10:00

I've just read Haruki Murakami describing cycling as "an intricate form of torture". And I can't help but agree.I'm in terrible form right now, and signed for the 155km Mutual Community Challenge Tour as part of the Tour Down Under in the Adelaide hills.It may well kill me.w00t,monuments.

Murakami, on being alone...

2009-01-02T14:54:00.003+10:00

From What I Talk About When I Talk About Running:It might be a little silly for someone getting to be my age to put this into words, but I just want to make sure I get the facts down clearly: I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not

What I read in 2008

2009-01-01T17:29:00.002+10:00

In chronological order:Heaven's Net is Wide - Lian HearnThe Dirty Beat - Venero ArmannoJake's Thing - Kingsley AmisMortdecai Trilogy - Kyril BonfiglioliPistache - Sebastian FaulksLondon Fields - Martin AmisHouse of Meetings - Martin AmisTo Live - Yu HuaNo Country for Old Men - Cormac McCarthyThe Second Plane - Martin AmisYou Can't Do Both - Kingsley AmisNight Train - Martin AmisKafka on the Shore