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Hola. Hay muy caler!!!

Hola. Hay muy caler!!!

Trans­la­tion: Man, it’s hot here. Bliss des­cen­ded as I stepped off the plane. I was chat­ting with a clear-eyed ex-Yahoo! exec (go figure) who’d moved here to find him­self. He spoke with serenity and calm, look­ing me dir­ectly in the eye, smil­ing. He wandered off… and…

Half-way

Ah, the great wire­less world. At Heath­row, Intel has hung signs every­where, pro­claim­ing that we should sit down, log on and unwire. Of course, sit­ting under the signs does noth­ing. The BAA staff know noth­ing. I am reduced to boot­ing Mac­Stum­bler and divin­ing for…

Here we go…

Anti­cip­a­tion. Excite­ment. Trep­id­a­tion. Intense moments of doubt fol­lowed by gig­gling. I have two cute men here (apo­cra­ph­ilia and Jack, about to be induc­ted to the evil that is LJ), cud­dling and making jokes. Thea has just arrived. I am yet to find the address of an…

X|Media|Lab

Can I just say I really love how every media con­fer­ence I go to these days has WiFi so I can sit in these funky lec­tures and work­shops and still post this to you? So. the_christian, hawkeye, dr_nic, check out this online graphic novel: Killer. Just watched a very…

Word count: same as it ever was

So, I think I may have just done some­thing a little… odd. I showed my super­visor how to find this journal (hi Jeff!). It’s mainly so he can keep up with my mus­ings while I’m over­seas… He cur­rently has a very pre­lim­in­ary draft of the thing. I cur­rently have a leave…

Flat to sub-let

It’s get­ting a little too close… I’ll be leav­ing for Europe for 15 weeks on June 23. I am sub-let­ting my gor­geous apart­ment but I have only got ten­ants for the first 5 weeks I’m away. I’m look­ing for ten­ants for the fol­low­ing peri­ods: week 6 – week 10: monday july…

Pout

So, I did actu­ally spend most of the day work­ing on the thesis as I’d hoped to… but I find to my horror that I’ve only done 6000 words. Sure it’s not a real thesis (it’s part of a Mas­ters by Course­work so it only has to be 16,000 words long) but my timeline says I…

Toy!!!

Toy!!!

All right, not really. But my beau­ti­ful birth­day present organ­ised by Josh finally arrived. My very own Sting! Lookit! Pic­cies! Isn’t it beau­ti­ful? The pretty purple bed­spread was a birth­day present too from the amaz­ingly won­der­ful Christina. Thank you thank you thank…

Welcome Christian to Melbourne Week

So, I said I’d post an invite to people for drinks and then I got busy… I pro­pose tonight at The Lounge for the con­tinu­ation of Wel­come the_christian to Mel­bourne week. I’m having dinner with thorfy and appar­ently a perky cute red­head goth from Seattle so how’s 9pm?…

Thank you, SLOU

So, Secret Life Of Us kindly provided me with an expli­cit dis­cus­sion of sexual iden­tity versus sexual prac­tice. in bed. MIRANDA is lying down, CHLOE is sit­ting up strok­ing her hair. MIRANDA: Have you ever been in love before? CHLOE: I went out with a girl at school…

Times reporter lied for four years

I thought some of you might be inter­ested in this: http://​www​.nytimes​.com/​2​0​0​3​/​0​5​/​1​1​/​n​a​t​i​o​n​a​l​/​1​1​P​A​P​E.html I know you all *hate* read­ing the Times Online because you have to register and log in but this one is 10 pages long so I can’t post it. And it’s worth it. A…

One day

one day you will move cities and we won’t know each other well enough for you to tell me one day you will encounter me in the streets with a young child and be saddened that you didn�t know I’d had her. One day I will drive past some street that we kissed in and…

one day

I was just telling dr_zero that I’ve been too depressed to write poetry but I’m get­ting better now and he said that poetry comes after, when you’re motiv­ated enough to write about how bad it was. This is very raw, and not very good, but that’s to be expec­ted after a…

suck it and see

I had no idea just how much my Chupa Chup pleas­ure was in the sen­sa­tion of suck­ing until I got this one. It has a hole in it, all the way through, so when you suck it you just get air and not that nice suction‑y feel­ing. Peh. Oh, and hawk_eye? Not a word from you,…

community/identity/difference

So, I went to see my super­visor, and he said: stop wor­ry­ing about your abil­ity to do this and just start doing it. Grumble. So, we’ve nar­rowed the texts down to _Walking on Water_ and _Secret Life of Us_ as the key texts, with com­par­is­ons to _Head On_ and probably…

mmm…insanity

Not entirely cer­tain work­ing on this thesis is good for a person losing their grip on real­ity. Oh well. Today’s thoughts: uncer­tainty is one of the key exper­i­ences in a world of cap­it­al­ist post-mod­ern­ity (cf Bau­mann, Ang). We create strategies to deal with the ongoing…

Phoenix Emberstone

Phoenix Emberstone

pas­sion­ate polit­ical poet

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