fire it up

The list of people i would like to kill is long. i thought this giving up the nicotine beast would be not too bad, cause i wasn't smoking much, and it's all a mental habit really. isn't it. wanna kill. 12 hrs into the 3rd day. feel like every thought just goes on and and on like a goat track up the Hill.

Trapped making endless edits to jargon heavy business writing. why? why can't we have a story? why can't we be a story? It's would be much more interesting than this. And more useful.

ANZAC long weekend

It's finally sunny here, in the little flat by the sea. I woke up this morning to sunshine across the bed. Between the odd bus I could hear crows and waves crashing. More of a problem was getting out of bed and dressed without the joggers getting a fright. The flatmates still away and it's all very peaceful. Listening to FBI argue about whether Sydney author Steve Toltz is actually funny, (he recently published A fraction of the whole), drinking cups of tea, watching the view over the ocean, listening to the bus.

The bus roars past very, very frequently, it seems. We have a bus stop at the font door. Handy.

I've now managed to cook a meal, and clean the kitchen. It almost feels like a home.

settling down to the basics

working at home today *the boss knows it good for the head

• it's amazing not having any phones ring
• just managed to send twitter to my phone
• messages again - all the way from viet!
• listening to FBI radio
  
• made a logo for frontpage goastray

so what are you doing now?

window box

i used to have a window box that i set up little displays in, as the whim took me/
surprise, surprise. i still miss it.
i got to make little scenes and hide behind a curtain listening to random people/
wander past/
and remark.

anita and david 1963

anita and david 1963, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

cells at arakoon, anita and david had a bit of a moment here once

boys own war

they're spent most of the last 2 days playing "army of two", and uttering that immortal phrase.. just one more?

* except now DrP has realised he no done wash his work pants for monday. ohhh dear. it's a boy thing.

holiday over

newcastle lomo, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

My road trip for one was wildly different than planned (or not planned). I expected lots of time laying around the beach, and while i did quite a bit of that - i discovered that it's not possible for me to do that for more than 3/4 hrs. One can swim for a while, get out and bake for a while.. but without company, it grows tiresome just reading a book.

Found some fantastic beaches - South-west rocks has the tranquil peaceful beach on one side, and the shipwrecks and suba diving/surfing beach on the other side. Where you can also swim, but is far more rippy. It was near Hat head which is a fishing/surfing beach.. very quiet with a camping ground and the local lawn bowls club for entertainment. About 5/6 hrs drive from Sydney, just near Kempsey.

Rain on my parade

Bastards up there somewhere though it would be funny to lower the temperture 10degrees. And make it rain on me.

Get off yr arts

Went to the Uralla Arts festival with L&D. Get off your arts was the festival motto. Had a very drunken funny time while listening to a scottish singer sing protest songs to a small young dancing crowd. It was too cold to sit, so we jumped about with best of them.

Tent

I should have packed the tent. But no, i thought. Who'd be holidaying in April? Won't there be all those cheap places stay?

live and learn.

Wilbert has joined the road trip of 1

News from the roadtrip for one:

• i can't drive and read a roadmap


• i can't drive and roll a smoke


• i have also found that good coffee is hard to find


• and when i'm over driving, i'll pay whatever they want for a bed


• that crime novels are very hard to find in central coast opshops


• but they have plently of baby clothes.

So i've brought myself a friend (i've heard that's what people in the know, do, you know) and his name is Wilfred. He's a very cheeky monkey. He's going to pose, without complaints. Note: Master Woss is alive and well (and online even) in Hanoi! Ad there's a storm coming (here, not there).

Elvis has left the building

I got him to the airport. With passport, bag, ticket and Visa Card. And laptop. My task is complete.

An hour later I get a text from R - he's just been paged by airport security. He'd left his visa card at duty-free! He'll be flying out in about 30mins. With all his stuff. Hopefully. And then he'll be in the somewhat capable care of Nick, who will remember to pick him up at the airport. *she crosses her fingers again

i'm off now to my own road trip for 1, and i've just brought 4 albums to keep me amused

1. Duffy (like Dusty, only younger, and english)
2. Beginners guide to Bollywood music (over 3 hours of hits!)
3. Sleepy jackson (everyone says it's good)
4. Best of Steely Dan (ricky don't lose my number...)