May 10, 2005
'Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.'
i was born in 1973. about 11 months later, my first word was 'light'.
i grew up an indulged only son for two years before my first sister came along. another one came along 4 years later. it felt good to be a big bother.
i went to school. i was a smart-arse. i was clever. i learned being a smart arse will get you known, but not necessarily liked.
at 16 i picked up a guitar. i learned to play 'foxy lady' and 'eruption' at the same time. at 18, i heard nirvana's 'nevermind' at a backyard party in 1991, and realised heavy music didn't have to be played by tools, or about trivial themes.
i went to university, where i found being involved in the press more satisfying than actually studying journalism. i picked up a camera properly for the first time - with the intention of teaching myself photography - at 21. i began to understand the pixies. the world opened. i began to understand that guitars didn't even need to be loud or distorted for the music to be 'heavy'. i formed a band with one of my best friends, and two other guys who would become two of my best friends. we rocked. not just in my head; people thought so, too. they watched us. bought our cds. played us on radio.
i have a degree in cultural studies, which means i am unemployable, but have tremendous critical thinking ability - not always a plus, socially.
i always watched a lot of films. i wound up working in a cinema. i always read a lot. i wound up working in a bookstore. i was a romantic. i had torrid affairs. then again, who has mundane affairs? they taught me how to feel in addition to the thinking i was spending too much time doing.
i've travelled a lot, and written a lot. i wound up writing for lonely planet. it was as much fun as everyone thinks, and way more exhausting. their products and ethos are far more palatable than their corporate-as-anything-else internal procedures. i got disillusioned about being an author.
i live in melbourne, but am globally mobile; my sister works for a major international carrier, so i travel cheaply. when i have money.
i make photos. i design stuff. i scribble words sometimes.
i play, i win. i play, i lose.
i am new to blogging, which is why things seem to be posted in a haphazard manner. eventually, this blog will be hosted under my own domain, and feature an archive of as much of my writing and photography as i feel can comfortably be navigated, and represents my best - if not most recent - work. enjoy, criticise, forward, challenge, argue. like yer do.
Posted by reuben at May 10, 2005 10:26 AM
come play in korea... oh wily one with cheap airfares at your disposal
Posted by: alex at May 10, 2005 7:42 PM
i'll let you know in a month, al ...
Posted by: ruby at May 10, 2005 10:27 PM
long time no see....
how IS stuff? where are you heading? somewhere via bangas? be great to catch up in this city of sex. and other good things too....
Posted by: catalina at May 15, 2005 9:15 PM
We cannot do anything about the wind, but we can adjust our sails... and then some...
Posted by: geez at May 28, 2005 1:53 AM
you know i really like the way you just throw words together. i use the word throw with immense intent because that's what it feels like you do. but somehow, your words have a perfect landing, unlike many writers in this world.
i hope you've found that house for us.
i can make oliebollen, you know.
Posted by: saartje at June 13, 2005 8:06 PM
Who is this Alex?
Are they really in Korea?
I wanna know! And are you coming to visit?
Posted by: bonnieconquest at August 1, 2006 8:06 PM
see you at the laneway festival?
i miss drunk taxi's and cocktail booths.
Posted by: gemma at November 7, 2006 6:40 PM
you probably won't see me there... no bands i really dig this year, fraid, and decemberists are rumoured to be coming, as are new pornographers. now if i could just get elbow and the go! team back here...
you, on the other hand, are always welcome. we can slur together again... call me.
Posted by: reuben at November 7, 2006 7:29 PM