« July 2008 | Main | September 2008 »

August 31, 2008

How to be Australian

This is a short film I just edited together based on footage I shot last year with friends. Some of it will be used as part of a documentary I am making with a friend called 'UnAustralian' - an exploration of Australia's identity crisis.

I'm just getting into editing and filming and I've learned a lot since I did this, but it is important to complete things as you go along otherwise you leave a series of unfinished ideas in your wake, which doesn't do much for your confidence. So I am pleased that I pulled this together and can cross it off my list. Now I can edit the big doco!

[current mood] Disco!! & Mushies on Toast

Posted by natalija at 3:10 PM | Comments (0)

August 29, 2008

Have my design and eat it too.

I like my designs being turned into cake.





[current mood] Arrested Development & Tuna on Crackers

Posted by natalija at 9:41 PM | Comments (0)

August 23, 2008

Scrabble in The Kimberley


I've been travelling the coast of Western Australia for the past 2 weeks in this mustard van that is falling apart all around us. Most of it is now gaffa taped together. And we have to lock the back door using a screw driver...
But it goes. And that is all that matters.

Whilst travelling down an orange Kimberley dirt road towards a Barred Creek campsite we noticed something fly from the car. So we pulled over to investigate. What we found embedded in the road were 4 Scrabble tile holders and a green bag of letters.
Then I remembered seeing the Scrabble box on top of the car 30 kms back in town. Accidentally forgotten.... it had travelled a long way, until now.

However with just tiles and no board... our time enjoying Scrabble championships were suddenly over and disappointment set in. Luckily we had just bought 'Mastermind' which would tide us over.

The next day we couldn't help looking left and right down the long stretch home, just in case we found the board.

And there, 20 km along, was a board, and even the booklet of instructions.

Something lost, when found provided joy that we couldn't have had if it hadn't been lost at all.

[current mood] Fruit Crush from Broome Markets & The Sound of Silence

Posted by natalija at 2:14 PM | Comments (1)

August 7, 2008

I Have Laser Vision


I've been short sighted for 20 years. Ever since that day in year 5 when I cheerfully claimed I couldn't see the blackboard, I have been issued with spectacles of stronger and stronger prescription. The cute pink ones evolved into coke bottle thickness over the years. My eyeballs finally ceased their degradation at a focus range of 10cm - 20cm from my eyeballs.

It was the fateful years of 7 and 8 (& my choice of big round plastic glasses patterned in purple, black and silver spots) that caused my delegation to the 'dag group' and thus creating a lifetime of social insecurity.

In year 9 I changed to contact lenses which was a brilliant move but never managed to move the indent made by those purple spectacles. It is as though those big glasses have forever since sat upon my nose.

So I wore my contacts every day and this was fine for about ten years.
However in the last five years the contacts started getting scratchy, dry and causing excess blinking. Often people would ask me why I was pulling such strange faces (and I'm sure many others wondered). "Oh, that's just my contacts" I'd say. "I have to keep rolling my eyes around to avoid them sticking to my eyelids when I blink."

So laser eye surgery was my next step to social acceptance and lighter travel.

I started to dream of a life without contact solution bottles filling my bathroom shelves and the irritation of having to take my lenses out and put them in every single day.

So I weighed up the cost. $6000. That's equal to 9 years of blindness. ($4500 on contacts, $700 glasses and $800 solution.)

Not a bad long term investment.
It means that if I live til 70 then I will save $20,000.

I shrugged off the fear of staring into laser beams slicing at my eyeball but then there was that fear... what if something went horribly wrong... What on earth could I be without vision?

But with millions of procedures having taken place, what were those chances?
I made up my mind that the minute risk was worth taking.

I went to visit a surgeon and was astonished by his arrogance. So I went to another surgeon at Perth Laser Vision Centre and realised that they are clearly a breed of their own. No bedside manner at all. I don't think the man actually saw me as a person, instead as a walking set of eyeballs - to see, not be heard.
He even scoffed when I dared ask a question.
But with little other choice here, I handed over my precious organs for his operation.
Even if he rubbed me the wrong way, he was surely good at rubbing down corneal flaps... he's probably spent more time with them.

So here I am merely a week after surgery. I'm bouncing around with 20/20 vision. It certainly was freaky and something out of a science fiction future. But here we are! Living this amazing scientific reality.

As my dear surgeon said as he finished the 20 minute ($6000) procedure...
"There. You're Cured Now".









[current mood] Frangelico, Lemon and Ice & Not Snoring!

Posted by natalija at 11:01 PM | Comments (8)