So much to tell… 

In Sydney, xammy talked again of Spain… what was a vague plan for a few of us to move to Bar­celona has now become a vision of eight Aus­tralian film-makers, some of them quite well known, and me, living in a wild Span­ish Apart­ment-style share house. They will run around Europe and the Middle East making doc­u­ment­ar­ies and I will run the office… It’s fant­ast­ic­ally exciting.

Then I came back to two ses­sions of Res­Fest: Cinema Elec­tron­ica and Videos That Rock, awe­some pulsing vis­ions of screen sense and aural delights, that I will even­tu­ally (I hope) describe in more detail.

Tues­day night was a belated Thanks­giv­ing and first night Cha­nukah at oreth­ule’s place, which was fab­ulous. Lots of amaz­ing people, great to be with friends, great to light my Cha­nukiah again, won­der­ful to see so many people I hadn’t seen for ages. Espe­cially won­der­ful to see purple_silk and arcanum­ver­itas and to hold baby Tristan for a little while. I’m as clucky as ever… he’s gor­geous, abso­lutely gorgeous.

Last night was the Fair­fax Com­munity News­pa­per end-of-year party, where I got very very drunk, had a fab­ulous time, and where Mel­bourne Weekly won the best pub­lic­a­tion of the net­work and a bunch of our other staff got gongs too.

I’m feel­ing pretty upbeat about life right now. Too many choices, though…