Today’s google search: deleuze woman wolf pact margin. result: noth­ing. Can’t remem­ber whether the pact with the wolf was in _Thousand Plateaus_ or _Masochism_. Sudden brain firing: anim­als? Must be “Becom­ing-intense, becom­ing-animal” then. D’Oh! The inter­web is…

Well, at least I’m work­ing on it. Some kind soul poin­ted out that Secret Life of Us has a new char­ac­ter who appears to be an Asian Les­bian. I have no idea of her name or a more spe­cific eth­ni­city. I don’t watch the show reg­u­larly, but I saw one epis­ode in which she…

She’s blonde and petite, and if it weren’t for those spiky dreads pulled back into play­ful pony­tails, you’d think she was the girl next door in her sheer bur­gundy top and casual jeans. Her voice sounds like a muted trum­pet through the micro­phone. This isn’t some fancy…

Chal­lenge of the day: text selec­tion. So, I’m look­ing through the Bent Lens first edi­tion for Aus­tralian queer films with a focus on eth­ni­city or racism… not much there. Lots of doc­u­ment­ar­ies… Where are the fea­ture films like The Wed­ding Ban­quet? Where is our…

I’ve posted this every­where else, may as well post it here. Thanks to frou_frou for find­ing the Web ver­sion. It’s not about oil or Iraq. It’s about the US and Europe going head-to-head on world eco­nomic dom­in­ance. Apo­lo­gies to those who’ve already read it. For those…

ABC cam­era­man killed and reporter injured in Iraq. I knew Eric Camp­bell. He’s the one who was injured not the one who died. It’s a fluke. Moran walked 50 metres in front of him to get a shot. Eric was 30 when I was 16. i had a crush on him. We flir­ted. At the 1986…

Aged fif­teen I dream of mush­room clouds and blind­ing light tra­cing bone skel­et­ons in ash on foot­paths. Every night I burn like a shak­ing monk like a 9‑year-old napalm-backed like a woman like a wife. Every night my screams etch white-hot run­nels onto eye­lids that…

All right, I’m finally bored enough to use this thing for gen­eral dis­sem­in­a­tion of info… I’ll add a thesis rant so I’m still within the charter I ori­gin­ally set for myself (grin). The first link is a Web archive of an e‑mail sent by News­day reporter Laurie Garrett…

Novem­ber is here and my mood has shif­ted with the warmer weather. I had two good poetry gigs: the “mad­ness and des­pair” one had the hoped-for cath­artic effect and the “sex and debauch­ery” one was steamy and sen­sual. Anyhow, this poem has now had a bit of a workout and…

There was a poetry com­pet­i­tion at the Dan O’Con­nell: Ted Lord asked for a line to give people and all the poems in the comp would have to use the line. I’d recently been walk­ing in the rain and had come up with the line “the rain only strikes me every sev­enth drop”. I…

So, here goes. Recently, a CD of poetry called You Talkin’ to Me? was launched. At the gig, a fairly well-known Mel­bourne poet per­formed two amaz­ing pieces of poetry. She’s tall, incred­ible… with a deep deep voice. When I watch her per­form­ing, her sen­su­al­ity is…

I res­isted. Oh, how I res­isted. And now I have suc­cumbed. I find myself sur­prised to find so many people I knew already here. A little guilty read­ing their lives, as if I’m prying. As a diary-writer of years, feel­ing sur­pris­ingly shy myself. A little mel­an­choly at…