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Feb. 17th, 2014 10:32 pmJust a quick note to say that I never have enough time to write down everything I should, but I'm still blogging away over at http://shapeofthingstocome.org
Stop by some time, ok?
Stop by some time, ok?
Floating...
Oct. 1st, 2013 02:38 pm"You are so young… and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet.
From everywhere and nowhere
May. 16th, 2013 10:37 pmI am sitting in my house, with the strongest feeling of wanting to go home.
...I don't even know where that is any more.
...I don't even know where that is any more.
Does anyone actually read this little blog any more, or is it just me and the crickets?
Regardless, I want to say that I'm happy. Future plans are forming and the present is being enjoyed. The adventure continues.
What more could I ask for?
Regardless, I want to say that I'm happy. Future plans are forming and the present is being enjoyed. The adventure continues.
What more could I ask for?
Today was perfect
Mar. 10th, 2013 09:15 pmCool and rainy after weeks and weeks of blue skies and fierce heat. What better way to celebrate than take a 5 hour walk in the gentle misting rain? Then home to a mug of hot chocolate and to watch the garden breathe.
Good weekend
Feb. 18th, 2013 08:05 pmBecause I should keep a record of such things, last weekend was lovely.
Friday night:
* dinner for one @ Ethos, but not dining alone because I know a couple of the staff and they kept me company. Also, amazingly good pork belly.
* Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra with Friend P, free thanks to werk! Brilliant performance (Dvorack 8th, digeridoo-based pieces by Edwards & Stravinsky's Firebird Suite)
Saturday:
* Epic garden harvest - so many beans!
* Pottering about the house getting on top of things, making stock and putting life to rights
* Sprints session at the pool
* Foraging mission with P resulting in a great haul of blackberries, followed by shared garden harvest dinner
Sunday:
* Hartz Peak (with an early start to avoid the worst of the heat)
* Evening catch-up with Kat
* really good sleep
Friday night:
* dinner for one @ Ethos, but not dining alone because I know a couple of the staff and they kept me company. Also, amazingly good pork belly.
* Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra with Friend P, free thanks to werk! Brilliant performance (Dvorack 8th, digeridoo-based pieces by Edwards & Stravinsky's Firebird Suite)
Saturday:
* Epic garden harvest - so many beans!
* Pottering about the house getting on top of things, making stock and putting life to rights
* Sprints session at the pool
* Foraging mission with P resulting in a great haul of blackberries, followed by shared garden harvest dinner
Sunday:
* Hartz Peak (with an early start to avoid the worst of the heat)
* Evening catch-up with Kat
* really good sleep
A weekend in the life...
Feb. 11th, 2013 08:54 pmSo, this happened:
Highlights:
Lowlights:
Highlights:
- Hanging with my wonderful taiko friends, from ages 16 to 66
- Nailing Matsuri after being moved onto one of the really loud drums at the last minute
- The crowd loving both our performances
- The live music & performances in the Velveteen Lounge
- Carving up the dance floor with Lynden (age 66)
- Jamming @ Camp Taikoville
- All-in musician's jam with Em-Dee (amazing range of noises can be got out of a Japanese hand drum!
Lowlights:
- Hitting a festival already tired after a week-long audit (no personal space for 6 days!)
- No sleep on night 1
- High-speed yatai & my dodgy performance
- Hitting the exhausted, hungry and over-it wall with 3 hours to go until my lift home
- Doof-doof music is noisy and boooooring
Burning...
Feb. 7th, 2013 04:45 pmAh shit...
Everything smells of smoke again.
This one's about a half hour drive from my house, in a pretty place I like to go walking.
I've been on the road for the last couple of days. It's so dry out there. So dry. I've never seen fire weather this bad.
I've driven through 2 of the last fire zones recently. I'm used to bushfire, but I've never seen anything like this before. I've never seen a fire burn so hot. In places there's just nothing left.
How long until it finally starts to rain again?
Everything smells of smoke again.
This one's about a half hour drive from my house, in a pretty place I like to go walking.
I've been on the road for the last couple of days. It's so dry out there. So dry. I've never seen fire weather this bad.
I've driven through 2 of the last fire zones recently. I'm used to bushfire, but I've never seen anything like this before. I've never seen a fire burn so hot. In places there's just nothing left.
How long until it finally starts to rain again?
I am experiencing an inordinate sense of well-being.
Today everything feels right in my world.
<3
Today everything feels right in my world.
<3
Happy-making things:
- Taiko - the people, the movement, the sound, the joy. The brilliant noisiness of playing a drum I helped re-skin (fresh skin = LOUD). Yatai form finally falling into place. Hugs and laughter.
- Garden - escapist chickens & eggs in the pumpkin patch. Making flower sex in the zucchinis. The first sunflower. Dirt under my nails, sun on my skin.
- Hobart - magic, crazy little town, home to my friends and a thousand little quirks.
- Friends - birthday plans, BBQs, car-pooling, camera-swapping. Inclusion, being part of something, feeling loved and connected.
- Petrichor - the smell of long-awaited rain.
Island living
Jan. 21st, 2013 03:45 pmTonight I am going to this: MONA Bushfire benefit concert.
Yup, MONA, our crazy-beautiful private museum (MONA) and arts festival (MoFo) people are putting on a bushfire benefit concert tonight on the waterfront and I've just bought myself a ticket.
I could have gone for free entry. Our top-end taiko drummers are performing, y'see, and I was down to be a roadie, but given I was sick yesterday and I'm still limpy from the gimpy knee acting up I passed on my place to someone more able-bodied and was just going to go home and sleep tonight. Friends are catching the concert though, and it'll be ace to see my friends up on stage, the only Tassie act in a show featuring the likes of David Byrne and Neil Gaiman (MoFo just wound up and most of the acts are still in town). It makes me feel a bit better about missing the entirety of MoFo this year too. So after work I'll hobble down to the waterfront and spend a lovely evening in the wonderland I call my home town.
<3 Hobart.
So, yesterday, I started to feel a little less virus-ridden by the afternoon so I hopped into the car and took myself off for a scenic drive in lieu of the walk I'd planned. I picked up a pair of European back-packers in the city and let their destination dictate my route. They were headed out Margate way, so after dropping them off I continued down to the Channel.
At Kettering I stopped off at Nutpatch, a chocolate shop run by a family with a hazelnut plantation. It's a tiny shop and all the chocolates are made on site. I'd been planning on checking it out for months, only to find I'd arrived a little past closing time. The owner-chocolatier was still on site though and insisted I come in, handing me a creme-brulee choc as I entered and happily chatting away. After 3 free samples and a chinwag with Giovannni I bought more than intended and went on my way, following the coastline around to Cygnet in the golden late-afternoon light then shooting home through the Huon Valley.
One day I might buy myself a little place down the Channel somewhere. Perhaps the village of Woodbridge, so pretty nestled between the hills and the water and only half an hour to Hobart. I could have my own cottage and a garden big enough for a veggie patch, some fruit trees, a dog or two and some chickens. It would be lovely, and in my mind's eye I can see it, beautiful.
It's not what I want right now. For the moment adventure is calling and I want to immerse myself in the wider world. I think I'd want to come back here though. This place is home. Not Brisbane, not Melbourne, but my lovely little Tasmania with her wild country and kooky inhabitants, with more artists and scientists per capita than any other Australian city, balanced out by the most narrow-minded NIMBYs and uber-bogans. This strange little island where magic things happen and the Mountain sings to my soul.
<3 Tasmania.
Yup, MONA, our crazy-beautiful private museum (MONA) and arts festival (MoFo) people are putting on a bushfire benefit concert tonight on the waterfront and I've just bought myself a ticket.
I could have gone for free entry. Our top-end taiko drummers are performing, y'see, and I was down to be a roadie, but given I was sick yesterday and I'm still limpy from the gimpy knee acting up I passed on my place to someone more able-bodied and was just going to go home and sleep tonight. Friends are catching the concert though, and it'll be ace to see my friends up on stage, the only Tassie act in a show featuring the likes of David Byrne and Neil Gaiman (MoFo just wound up and most of the acts are still in town). It makes me feel a bit better about missing the entirety of MoFo this year too. So after work I'll hobble down to the waterfront and spend a lovely evening in the wonderland I call my home town.
<3 Hobart.
So, yesterday, I started to feel a little less virus-ridden by the afternoon so I hopped into the car and took myself off for a scenic drive in lieu of the walk I'd planned. I picked up a pair of European back-packers in the city and let their destination dictate my route. They were headed out Margate way, so after dropping them off I continued down to the Channel.
At Kettering I stopped off at Nutpatch, a chocolate shop run by a family with a hazelnut plantation. It's a tiny shop and all the chocolates are made on site. I'd been planning on checking it out for months, only to find I'd arrived a little past closing time. The owner-chocolatier was still on site though and insisted I come in, handing me a creme-brulee choc as I entered and happily chatting away. After 3 free samples and a chinwag with Giovannni I bought more than intended and went on my way, following the coastline around to Cygnet in the golden late-afternoon light then shooting home through the Huon Valley.
One day I might buy myself a little place down the Channel somewhere. Perhaps the village of Woodbridge, so pretty nestled between the hills and the water and only half an hour to Hobart. I could have my own cottage and a garden big enough for a veggie patch, some fruit trees, a dog or two and some chickens. It would be lovely, and in my mind's eye I can see it, beautiful.
It's not what I want right now. For the moment adventure is calling and I want to immerse myself in the wider world. I think I'd want to come back here though. This place is home. Not Brisbane, not Melbourne, but my lovely little Tasmania with her wild country and kooky inhabitants, with more artists and scientists per capita than any other Australian city, balanced out by the most narrow-minded NIMBYs and uber-bogans. This strange little island where magic things happen and the Mountain sings to my soul.
<3 Tasmania.
