tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603Fri, 08 Jul 2011 10:19:01 +0000faux TuscanChristmas eve 2008Justine Shelleychaos theoryonline novelstatus quoweedsgardenWestern AustraliadeterminismFenyops Pikkeljigfatelawyercooch grassBugsydaylight savingDan DjurdjevicIKEABradley Shiterateputisrecording studioDour and SonsWannerooprofilescreative writingbasementcomputerDixon CoxundergroundBarristers and SolicitorscodeNew Years Day 2009Christmas day 2008funeralFrank DjurdjevicPerthDan's alternative bloghttp://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)Blogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-9118525810963358501Mon, 05 Jan 2009 06:17:00 +00002009-01-07T20:16:06.629+09:00Barristers and SolicitorsWestern AustraliaPerthDixon Cox2:39 PM“So how can I help you today, Mr Blesav?” I am seated in the interview room at the offices of Dixon Cox. Mr Blesav sits opposite me, surly, dark and bristling with hair and indignation.     “I vont to make application to constitutional court that Meester Ludak is illegal immigrant.”     “Mr Blesav, this is a dividing fences dispute…”     “Yes, I know. I vont Ludak to be placed in de http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/xaTjVAKQHFU/way-you-live-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/xaTjVAKQHFU" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-you-live-3.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-6117295365900076095Sun, 04 Jan 2009 13:53:00 +00002009-01-05T14:41:14.145+09:00BugsyFrank DjurdjevicWestern Australiadeterminismfatestatus quoPerthchaos theory2:28 AMI'm lying in bed next to a rasping Kylie, unable to sleep. I desperately wish I could tell someone about what has happened. Jim perhaps? No. Certainly not Brad. It would be too painful and unbelievable for Dad. I realise that I've never felt more alone. Even Bugsy has deserted me for the quiet of the chair in the bay window, annoyed by his human’s tossing and turning.     For a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/-U4zwfpX5no/way-you-live-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/-U4zwfpX5no" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-you-live-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-5603931945740664944Sat, 03 Jan 2009 12:42:00 +00002010-10-17T07:42:25.532+08:00faux TuscanBugsyFrank DjurdjevicundergroundbasementweedscomputerWanneroorecording studiocodeprofilescooch grassgarden7:50 AMFrank is grinning at me. He waves and makes his way over, carefully avoiding the microphone stands and stepping over the cables. As he opens the door from the recording room he says: “What’s wrong nephew? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”     I stare at Frank, unable to say anything. He seems unconcerned and heads straight to the computer where he starts typing something on the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/MVYP5RAmrDo/way-you-live-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/MVYP5RAmrDo" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-you-live-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-3087474413691410172Sat, 03 Jan 2009 11:56:00 +00002010-10-16T18:40:17.369+08:00faux TuscanWannerooBugsyFrank Djurdjevicundergroundbasementrecording studiocodeIKEA6:29 AMIt's Saturday. I wake, peel Bugsy off my face and look over to my wife, who is sleeping on her back with her mouth open, emitting a rasping breath. The bedside clock tells me it is 6.30 in the morning. Kylie won’t get up before eleven. Normally I would go in to work, my only consolation being not having to shave, wear a suit or listen to Brad or Mr Dixon. Today however I have decided http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/5HRthfsG2-4/blind-eye-5.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/5HRthfsG2-4" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2009/01/blind-eye-5.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-6934438928951985526Fri, 02 Jan 2009 07:19:00 +00002010-10-12T09:19:50.451+08:00Fenyops PikkeljigBarristers and SolicitorsJustine ShelleyWestern Australiaonline novellawyerBradley ShiterateputisPerthNew Years Day 2009Dixon CoxDan Djurdjeviccreative writing1:01 PMI am at my office cubicle, clawing at the papers strewn like oversize confetti on my desk and glancing nervously at the 1950’s wall clock that counts away most of the hours in my life. Mr Dixon opens the door of his office and bellows: “I promised your parents that you could work on your uncle’s estate during office hours, Djurdjevic. Just don’t take too long. Remember that it’s pro http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/3msvoXdu2v8/blind-eye-4.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/3msvoXdu2v8" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2009/01/blind-eye-4.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-3777815447779961364Tue, 30 Dec 2008 00:25:00 +00002009-01-07T20:08:38.265+09:00Frank DjurdjevicFenyops PikkeljigDour and SonsfuneralBradley Shiterateputis9:25 AM“He was a man of science and a man of God.” Father Maughan pauses to wipe his brow. “As a nuclear physicist he could see the mysterious workings of our Lord in even the smallest things.”     “I thought he was an atheist,” whispers Brad over my shoulder. We are standing in the front row pew under the oppressive wooden beams and chipped plaster virgins. My Dad is standing next to me, his http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/FlGsaa9faeo/blind-eye-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/FlGsaa9faeo" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-eye-3.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-6016889380609068748Thu, 25 Dec 2008 12:39:00 +00002009-01-07T21:02:49.665+09:00Barristers and SolicitorsChristmas day 2008Western Australiadaylight savingonline novellawyerPerthDixon CoxDan Djurdjeviccreative writing12:44 PMI’m in the kitchen dressed in a bright floral apron, arranging pale turkey pieces on a tray and dripping sweat as I do. Through the window above the sink I can see into the backyard where the women are sitting in the shade of the pergola looking at the wedding pictures for the umpteenth time while the men tend to the hissing barbecue.     “Just look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous,” http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/p0vOypBQ92M/blind-eye-part-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/p0vOypBQ92M" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-eye-part-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251555465542610603.post-1104808170724372060Wed, 24 Dec 2008 14:43:00 +00002010-10-16T19:39:13.783+08:00Barristers and SolicitorsWestern Australiaonline novellawyerChristmas eve 2008PerthDixon CoxDan Djurdjeviccreative writing1:30 PMI'm hurrying along the Hay Street Mall in the baking Western Australian heat, bump into a street juggler and yell “sorry!”, then walk backwards into a group of noisy girls wearing styrofoam antlers, who look crossly as I stumble. I duck past the plaintive guitarist and the Salvation Army man with the portable stereo, and into a lingerie store playing Bing Crosby’s “It’s beginning to look ahttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~3/dXM3G5oOHas/blind-eye-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mirrorimageofsound/~4/dXM3G5oOHas" height="1" width="1"/>http://mirrorimageofsound.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-eye-1.html