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June 21, 2006
the meme police
my hair is about this long now and needs a decision on its future. i wish its future was in barcelona, like its past in this partic'lar frame. i wish the gal shuffling my cards wasn't still. in many senses.
sick as a dog and home from aforementioned/posted work, doing domestix (ooh, how goscinny and uderzo!) and digesting the previous night's wonderful winter roast, courtesy of la pirate queen herself when i was pleasantly surprised to discover i had been tagged by mskp with the following meme. apparently lurking on the cool kids' journals and throwing out the odd half-assed comment isn't entirely wazzing in the wind. who'da thunk?
four jobs i have had in my life:
A) author, lonely planet publications [dancing through the netherlands and italy and trying to put it into tightly defined wordy structures. clashes with authority. the bestworst job ever].
B) editor, grok magazine [encouraging playfulness and pushing the limits of allowable chaos amongst aspiring writers, designers and general freaks at curtin university, WA]. shambolic but satisfying comedy performance in a managerial role.
C) night manager, hyde park hotel, london england [bantering with hot guests and DJ fascism with canadian co-workers while finessing my italian, french and spanish swearing in-between throwing one eye at the CCTV to check which of the french house-keeping staff were letting their lovers/drug dealers/ dosser friends in through the fire exits that night. suddenly throwing on the lights in the common room to discourage laced seppo college twats from shagging on the pool tables].
D) rock guitarist [writing, recording and performing years of music with boys i loved hated loved. getting played on radio, touring. shows and riders and wailing like a demon through strats and marshalls and mesa boogies and more. went to 11].
four movies i could watch over and over (complete with choice lines):
a) rushmore - "i saved latin. what did you ever do?"
b) withnail and i - "i feel like a pig shat in my head."
c) the philadelphia story - "I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives? you know one time, I think I secretly wanted to be a writer."
d) hedwig and the angry inch - "one day in the late mid-eighties, I was in my early late-twenties. I had just been dismissed from university after delivering a brilliant lecture on the aggressive influence of german philosophy on rock'n'roll entitled 'You, Kant, Always Get What You Want.'"
four places i have lived:
a) london, england [yeah, yeah, so have a lot of people. meh. a fascinating and frustrating place. too big, too fast for someone who couldn't properly step onto the labour treadmill there, due to lines-on-a-map-legalities. i would have loved it more, i'm sure, had i been able to do something on par with my skills and abilities, rather than having to work black].
b) amsterdam, the netherlands [family all over. amazing, welcoming cosmopolitan place with all the muchness of a big city, concentrated around a small-town size ring of canals. again, but for lines on a map legalities, might be there now].
c) fremantle, western australia [where i was born and raised, where i started trying to build a life with my betrothed, where my band was born and grew, where i learned the known i knew. quiet, dinky little place whose managers and planners are deaf to the potential lurking in its suburbs and streets].
d) east brunswick, melbourne. [home. where my heart is. where i wanna stay and grow and be for a while, the mad pull of travel notwithstanding].
four television shows i love to watch (when they are/were on):
a) the world game. i liked the round ball before it got all coolsy this month.
b) shameless. scatter!
c) iron chef. the secret ingredient tonight is... CAMPNESS-UUUU!!!!!!!!!
d) rage. the only way i can even feign an attempt at keeping up with what the kids like these days. i hear 'talk' on the internet, then check rage for guessing at a new property's actual 'cache' with the flesh-and-blood public.
four places i have holidayed:
a) romania and bulgaria. pork, cabbage, dumplings, sturm und drang, artillery.
b) spain. sun, sea, oranges, football, music and heartbreakbeats, rhyme, reason.
c) italy. there are no words. she is the song; dance listen or swoon. seriously.
d) turkey - the arab world 101, for the confused/timid. intoxicating. moreish (oops).
four sites i visit daily:
a) the beeb
b) the guardian
c) melbourne liverpool supporters club
d) questionable content
four places i would rather be right now:
a) quietly agog in the front row of an elbow, decemberists or sufjan stevens gig. or frying off my dial at a go! team gig. or just pogoing at a new pornographers gig. in sweden watching the wannadies with lightning blue eyes.
b) on location anywhere (though preferably somewhere in spain or italy) shooting for magnum, SIPA or similar photo agency
c) the ten bells, shoreditch, east london, having a pint with The One That Got Away
d) equal fourth: sitting across the desk from a perfect writing partner, co-writing our magnificent octopus; on stage spraying the almighty rockness (think final scene of 'crossroads'); in a darkroom alone, printing old-skool stylee with mùm or ratatat pulsing gently in the background.
four people i shall tag:
hmm, check back later ... need to think about this one.
oh, and shout-outs to my wee cousin julia who is FAR TOO YOUNG TO BE READING THIS SORT OF THING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR DROPPING ME IN IT, MISSY! don't you have school tomorrow? straighten up and fly right. tuck your shirt in. don't pick at that. i don't CARE what the other girls' parents do. apologies to marty and ali; i didn't mean to slash at the seams of your parenting with my excessive use of the awful cusswords and Adult Concepts. haven't you guys heard of Net Nanny?
come on, give ya nephew writer a break...
Posted by reuben at June 21, 2006 11:22 AM
Comments
ah, ruby, robert parma's first daughter. the snippets of your life were thoroughly engaging and evocative...but "wazzing in the wind"? i've still not recovered. this may be an indication that the puerile will always win out over the poignant, in my weltenschaung. now i'm really looking forward to meeting you in the realworld!
Posted by: mskp at June 23, 2006 1:54 PM
weltenschaung?
that sounds SAUCY!
*rushes off to google cherman dictionary*
*showers*
Posted by: ruby at June 23, 2006 8:25 PM