I sol­emnly swear I will replace the ropes on my ham­mock every year rather than stor­ing them and let­ting them wear through at a crit­ical moment. Owie, owie, owie, my back! Des­pite that, last night’s Wild Marmalade meets Skin meets Ben Walsh from the Bird gig at nearby…

A shout goes off around the Arts Fact­ory camp­site: hey, have you seen the possum? I’m not excited. I’ve seen ten pos­sums in my life, more, in parks, in my mother’s garage. Then a rush of people… excited exclam­a­tions in a dozen accents. A snake has dropped from a…

Last night was intense. Golden zurna melod­ies trickled down my back in swamp trop­ical heat, djembe picked my feet up and ran away with them, laugh­ing into the infin­ity with the tink­ling santur. My belly remembered how to move my hips so it could play at being the…

Wood­ford is over for another year. Another amaz­ing week of music and friends, although this time it was more the people than the music… Wish I was more elo­quent… but I’m too mellow to craft this entry. Just take what pours out… Life’s too short. A quote from the…

Sleeps till Wood­ford: 0 Jezebel is safe with her friends Mel & Matt. Everything is packed. hermia8 and thun­der­chylde are wait­ing to carry me away. oreth­ule, the bike is still yours if you want it… Call me… Bye all, see you on the flip­side. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sleeps till Wood­ford: 1 Ori­ginal plan for today: finish pack­ing, go buy last minute stuff, trans­fer all info needed at Wood­ford from Inanna (the iBook) to the Palm, tidy house, throw out per­ish­ables. Span­ner in works: Apple finally sent me Pan­ther this morn­ing. I…

Latkes are very oily. The kit­ten’s name is Jezebel. Here are more pic­tures! Kind of appro­pri­ate: the woman who brought pagan wor­ship to the Jews (and was roundly con­demned for it). There’s some indic­a­tion that her brand of pagans were ‘depraved’, pos­sibly those who…

I’m going to Wood­ford in a few days and won’t be back till after new year, so here are a few dates for your diar­ies: Janu­ary 17: I’m fea­tur­ing at The Dan. Come along and hear the poetry from the trip… Janu­ary 22: My birth­day! And the kind people at Columbia Tristar…

Here you go: first look at the cutest ball of fluff ever. I am lean­ing towards Phoenix as a name, but also temp­ted by Ishtar and Jezebel. She is cur­rently curled up on my chest and purring like a mad thing. She was spoil­ded at the dinner party (which was fab, thanks…

I bought a kitten this morn­ing. Thank you Mel & Matt for push­ing me… they’ll be taking care of her until I get back from Wood­ford. She’s 8 weeks old, black and fluffy with green eyes. I haven’t figured out a name yet, but there will be photos tomor­row. In other…

This is why I’m having Cha­nukah dinner on Sunday night after the Sol­stice picnic. Or one of the reas­ons, anyhow. raven_ is coming (jewish back­ground), and thorfinn is going to try to make it after their con­cert (he went to a Jewish high scool, unlikely as that seems).…

To cel­eb­rate the summer sol­stice we are organ­ising a picnic at Edin­burgh Gar­dens, Fitzroy on Sunday, Decem­ber 21 (actu­ally the day before the Sol­stice, but what the hey). Meet­ing place is the circle of trees as always[1], from about 12.30 onwards. It would be…

After Oper­a­tion Red Dawn nabbed Saddam, we now have a camo-wear­ing Robin WIl­li­ams enter­tain­ing troops and actu­ally saying *that* *line*. Did he not watch his own film? I am ter­ri­fied to try talk­ing to 10 year-olds and asking them to explain to me the difference…

Slowly get­ting my head together so long as no one dis­cusses *it*. Got a rejec­tion letter for the Good Week­end Edit­or’s pos­i­tion without an inter­view (sur­prise, sur­prise) but wasn’t really expect­ing any­thing, it was more put­ting my hat in the ring to let them know I’m…

You’ve all just been saved from very bad poetry [1] by oreth­ule deliv­er­ing me a Brandy cat from the Oreth­ule Cat Lend­ing Lib­rary. Yay for cat ther­apy. Cat hugs for a week! [1] Well, actu­ally, only those of you in my story circle would have suffered the bad poetry…