Monday, September 27, 2004

Spring is here - summer is coming

The lovely purple flowers of the Jacaranda trees are out and that always reminds me it is nearly my birthday and halfway through spring. Summer is coming!
Here is a pic of some from near our place.

Another Brisbane summer

Summer is coming to Brisvegas . Even at 9.33pm, sitting on my back deck, the breeze gently blowing, there is a mugginess in the air that can only be another Brisbane summer - bearing down on Spring's heals like a weeping and hagged older woman despising an ever beautiful and bouncy younger sister.

I both hate it and love it. My currently bare and quite pitifully-looking Frangipani tree is looking forward to it. Are you?

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Test moblog post

Test moblog post

Well, well, well. You can also post to any blog from flickr. You can either do this using the web interface, or by sending an image to an email address linked to your blog. This lame shot of a letterbox was sent as a picture (MMS) message directly from my phone to brisvegas bloggers.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

calling all mobloggers and flickr-philes

I've started a photosharing group called Brisbanites at flickr, which is a cool photosharing/photoblogging tool and online community.

It would be nifty if we could get some members and start aggregating visual impressions of Brisbane, snaps of suburbia, or snippets of our cereal-munching everyday lives. so if you have digital camera or cameraphone or polaroids and a scanner, consider joining up. And of course you don't have to be a member of this blog! (But if you'd like to be a member of this blog, let me know.

The next step will be to work out a groovy way of using flickr's blog integrated functionality here. I'm thinking that the banner could be replaced by a row of flickr badges, which would dynamically update each time a new photo was uploaded by a member of the group. Or something. Clever hacks and creative ideas welcomed most graciously.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

The writers are in town

Brisbane Writer's Festival

27th September - 3rd October 2004
Cultural Forecourt, South Bank and QPAC

So many authors... so little time.

More info over at the Official Brisvegas Writers Fest site.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

RIP Johnny Ramone

It is indeed a sad day.

The Ramones were one of the first bands I saw live way back in the day. It was at the old Festival Hall and I was about 14 or 15. It was their last Brisbane tour. The energy produced on the floor that night was magical and Festival Hall took it's place as my favourite venue. Tommy is the only one still standing but Joey will always be my favourite.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Readlaser - your head's being read!

Has anyone else seen this guy standing at busy CBD crossings with his back to the street - "YahooID: readlaser - YOUR HEAD'S BEING READ!" on a sign stapled to his jacket....? Wild fuzzy grey hair under a grubby cap... I'm searching Yahoo, and I can't find anything under "readlaser". I mean, if you're going to stand on a street corner promoting spurious conspiracy theories, at least refer people to a valid internet source. It's just frustrating otherwise.

Monday, September 06, 2004

It's about...

A man... no no, wait, that's too cliché… they'd be expecting it.

Uhhh... it's about a woman. She's carrying a bag of oranges... no, make that a single orange... we're supposedly trying to eradicate plastic bag usage here.

Anyway, the orange sores silently from her delicate fingers and traces the edge of the building above. She watches on, open palm ready to catch the orange as gravity takes force.

The orange lands with a graceful thud and she casually rolls it towards her fingers. As she rocks the wrinkled surface across her palm, she glances at a sea of people before her. Their faces are stern and seemingly riddled with purpose, yet she cannot help but think that they have no goal or purpose within the busy mall. The orange rolls dangerously close to the edge of an index finger.

She grabs at it in mid-plummet. A hand reaches for her heart, willing for the shock to pass. It thumps wholeheartedly in reply. She reclines on the bench and checks her watch again. Five forty-five in the afternoon and another orange is yet to grace the mall with its presence.

Hours pass as her thumb penetrates the orange's surface. A small gasp escapes her lips in surprise and mock horror. Behind her, a wave of happy chatter mixes with the crash of Jay Jay’s closing door. The mall becomes diluted as darkness slowly deters prospective shoppers.

She begins to ponder her life, existence and whether or not she forgot to turn the iron off before she left. A sarcastic crease to the corner of her mouth dismisses such inanities as she remembers an early morning SMS message:

Happy birthday to you!! :) Hope the office treated you accordingly :) Meet up after work? We've got to talk. Remember to bring an orange... I’ll bring one too. ;)

She got the joke... a nice reference to their introduction outside the Juice Station. He spilt orange juice on her new work shirt...

The bastard didn’t even foot the bill for the drycleaner she reflects petulantly.

She rises and storms down the mall trying to focus on the love. Yet, public displays of affection spawn from teenage couples only digs at her hurt. She sets her sights on an alluring garbage bin.

The bin swallows the orange peels that fall from her juice-stained fingers. Like so many bad memories, the pulp clings between her nails in irritation. Orange flesh follows the peelings into the bin with a conclusive thud. Apathetic, she continues towards Adelaide St, her eyes devoid of purpose.

A man dressed in a new white work shirt naively waits outside a deserted Juice Station, only metres away from the woman’s deserted bench. He edgily rolls an orange velvet ring box in his palm as he checks his watch again. Darkness swallows the city skyline and the man wonders if his girlfriend received the second part of his morning SMS:

Meet outside the Juice Station… have *important* question to ask you :)