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28th June 2002
Had the BESTEST meeting yesterday with my director and designer for the theatre project... it's going to look stunning. Luke & Fiona went off on an uber-arty tangent so I was left to nod dumbly and smile, but it all sounds sensational and is just going to be gorgeous.
Candles, lots and lots of candles.
Finally played my new set of Cluedo tonight with my parents. A Friday night and I'm home playing Cluedo with Mum, Dad and Hot Milo. Can life get any better? Oh yes, it can because tomorrow night they're taking me to Circa for dinner! Hurrah!
Chatted to Risa for ages this morning on MSN... and she knows CLUE! No wonder she's generally wonderful and a brilliant writer with those credentials.
25th June 2002
Composer party of sorts last night, not that many turned up. But no matter- more food for the saints who did!
Tequila is VERY EVIL. I vowed never to touch it again until I was peer-pressured by composerette Nicole... I only did three shots and I was off in lalaland and vomitaria (this is becoming a disturbing new habit)... whereas Ant, ie THE TANK, was still going strong at 13 shots when I left with no visible signs of damage at all. Sigh. But we did create some interesting cocktails indeed, some of which didn't taste like cough syrup. Some.
23rd June 2002
Grazie Kieran http://kaymc.blogspot.com/ for introducting me to searching for "Ian Is" on google... this is what I got...(italics are my witty banter)
- ...thrown into the swimming pool by an arch female pornographer (Not again)
- ...composing the music for Feed the Baby of Love
- ...also very interested in the non-profit side of the project (yeah as IF)
- ...fascinated by the idea of building a dynamically reconfigurable virtual
machine capable of running a wide variety of bytecoded languages (well, obviously)
- ...12 weeks old in this picture
- ...guest-starring in a February sweeps (one of the three key ratings periods on American TV) episode of Diagnosis Murder entitled Talked to Death
- ...out of the office
- ...among the premier bagpipers on the West
- ...the author of Increasing Profits Without Hurting People (see point 3)
- ...dying (huh?)
- ...officially over League (cos I was just so in to it)
- ...also the co-author of several Oracle books, is currently the Director of Education Programming for the International Oracle User Group
- ...chair of the IRIS TRUST, the charity attached to Stonewall (this is actually Ian McKellen, one of my absolute heroes)
- ...performing "The Hollow Crown" in Australia and New Zealand
- ...in our Treatment Programme
- ...in his favourite place. dolphin. dolphin, Ian rides with dolphins
- ...a fun and energetic speaker. ... In the photo to the right Ian is playfully reminding one of his students to stay disciplined about his investing! (teehee I'm so playful)
- ...A TERRORIST (their capitals so it must be true
- ...is the head of the RPGA 9th January 2002
- ...also the local contact for the as-yet unformed Artemis Society of Greater New York, and the head of the Tourism and Recreation Technical Committee
- ...the creator and co-developer of TechWorks, the internationally acclaimed K-8 technology framework; together with Anita Dosaj
- ...a specialist - an expert at fanning that spark of joy within each and every child, at allowing the adult to become the child within themselves (told you so)
- ...always travelling (to the supermarket, the bank, the post office...)
- ...working at Mike Post's Olive Studios in beautiful
- ...a modern industrial town, known amongst other things for aviation and textile industries. (what the hell?)
- ...the master of his own destiny
- ...director of the Social Somatics Research Project
- ...now sponsored by Scarva Pottery Supplies, who are working to develop these new materials for the craft potter and are already producing a ready prepared
- ...the author of Healthcare in the New Millennium
and so forth. I do love these entries where I don't need to think of anything myself.
22nd June 2002
Fuck this month has gone quick.
Exam was bearable! WOOHOO!!!! Though I did get to write a short answer on a painting which I knew nothing about... no artist, no year... I assumed it was futurist so here's hoping. But I got 44/50 for my assignment, which is a nice surprise... wish I'd known before I shat myself for the exam.
Saw Syd Dance Company Ellipse this afternoon which was superduperfantabalous! I even managed an hour of Matthew Hindson music, which is quite brilliant on my part. They're so incredible, and hot, and incredible. I'm not very good writing about dance. So I won't.
Went to Sarah's afterwards as the FINE LASS is off o'er the seas to Istanbul. As you do. Hell, I'm on my way now. We watched Best in Show then Willy Wonka! Hurrah! Have you ever noticed how truly bizarre that movie is? And that the Oompah-Loompahs dance like kids in a high school musical? Or, as Anne said in the quote of the evening-
"I guess there's only so much you can do with little people really."
19th June 2002
Am feeling blah tonight. I don't know why. Have had such a pleasant few days. Not spectacularly wonderful, but just pleasant. And I should be ecstatic cos the wonderful people at www.biblioquest.com.au found my Cluedo book! I've ordered it and it's on its way from the UK.
But still feel blah.
Maybe because I'm going to fail my lit subject, although that's partly my own fault (which only makes it worse, of course).
Or maybe someone I barely know who has been single for ALL OF TWO HOURS (dear god get the boy some valium) is bitchin' and moanin'. Although I was blah before he started talking to me.
Or perhaps it's because my secret crush, whom I've had the longest crush ever, on is actually a cunt after all like all the rest of them. In fact, he only needs to start dating another former secret crush and the pattern will be complete. It would hardly be the first, or second time.
Maybe because the Australian Taxation Office has just LOST $4512 of my money (well my parents') despite the fact it has been withdrawn from the appropriate account. So now I get to pay 11.61% interest on the money despite the fact they've admitted they can't find it- and I get to pay this interest until they find it in "up to two weeks!" Then I get to argue to get them to take the interest away! Oh boy!
But I don't think that's it either.
17th June 2002
Today, I took another step towards a golden age in consumerism.
Gold Visa consumerism.
Glorious.
Took it for a test run... turns out VOGUE FOR MEN isn't closing down after all, but merely moving shop... the bastardesque assistant didn't point this out to me until after purchase, so they've had the last laugh. For now.
Also bought some SEXY AS levis at DJs... my old stomping ground... they are SEXY AS.
Then had a getting-to-Anne's-house adventure involving wrong bus/suburb/park/freeway... soooo cannot be bothered typing but it was tiring and I had an unscheduled, but by no means unpleasant, walking tour of the back streets of Kenmore.
16th June 2002
Am doing my harmony assignment. It's not causing nearly as much stress as the last one. Not sure why. It's terrible nonetheless, but going ok in my mind. Mind you, I haven't actually started identifying the chords yet.
Out of the Box is over, thank you God.
Friday was fun in a nightmarish sort of way in that the Duty Manager was somewhat hopeless and hence I ended up doing their job. They all nicked off for coffee and neglected to tell me. In the meantime, I had 6 volunteer staff vanish, two portaloos break down, a woman trying to kidnap kids (found out yesterday that it was someone violently over-reacting), I had to get a show started cos both performers and staff were waiting for a start cue and then I had a special school turn up with wheelchairs that needed pushing and such. Whilst I enjoyed the power, I really had no idea what I was doing and it was the DM's job. The fact that he doesn't respond to his radio either doesn't help matters.
Cos I was on the radio all morning trying to sort shit out, everyone at QPAC knows about my Friday morning. The gossip circle is vicious once again. But I did bond with fellow usher Chas some more, and she's very cool indeed.
Friday night was at Dunz's house. So was Saturday night. Not that there is a pattern emerging or anything. Friday night was very very bitchy. Last night was just funny. Yay sextalk. Not to mention Thommo and I dropping our jeans to see who had the best butt (he won, but only by default). Lots of funny stuff went down, but nothing I feel will be particularly interesting in the re-telling.
Was called in to frickin' work AGAIN yesterday... but at least I'll have lots of money this week and I deserved it.
Have been ploughing through the Agatha Christie books... four in as many days. They're the comfort food of literature... so reliable...
13th June 2002
I did some harmony assignment today! On my day off! YES! Admittedly, Nicole was talking me through most of it. Onya Nikko Murf (in the words of a great composer).
I did an hour of aerobics with this woman on a video who sends the pertometre off the scale. She doesn't blink. She kept telling me to push and squeeze, keep my back straight and how proud she was of me. There are amazing advances in video technology these days you know.
I was in such a good mood until Dad got home. He's evidently incapable of putting some dinner on a plate and into the microwave. He told me to do it for him. I don't know why this pissed me off so much at the time but it did. No matter, I overheated his dinner to a steaming mush.
Anne's wonderful delivery of Cluedo last night has reignited passions which have long dwelled deep. I use to have major obsessions with Cluedo when I was in grades 2-4. I use to get Dad's board out and just play with it all day (and then I lost the bits grah but now I have new bits!)... once in one of these tender years I got a book out from the school library about Cluedo which was tremendously wonderful and I loved it so. Had I been older I probably would never have returned it. Whenever I went back to the library I could never find it again.
UNTIL NOW!
On this amazing page (one of the original Cluedo weapons was a bomb!) http://www.cluedofan.com/ there was a picture OF THIS BOOK! So now Biblioquest (wonderful people that they are) are trying to hunt it down for me! Amazon has six used copies starting at US$119 but that's so not happening.
Astute readers (i.e Anne) may recall my distaste at a shop called Vogue for Men as I was always ignored, despite the fact I'd probably throw my money around with little persuasion in that shop. Well, THEY'RE SHUTTING DOWN. I told you they'd pay, and they're paying dearly. Mwahahahaha.
12th June 2002
The 7 hours of lift duty were not as bad as I'd thought they'd be. But I was thinking I wouldn't survive and I have. Just.
Dad was just moaning about how there was a baby crying at work. Boohoo! JUST ONE! HAHAHA. I've been surrounded by about 5000 toddlers all day!
Not a thrilling journal entry, but naught of thrillingness has occurred, except delivery of much awaited CLUEDO from Anne. Huzzah.
11th June 2002
I love how my father will just take over a room. I was happily downstairs doing my site, putting program notes together for the QAG concerts etc etc when he charges down, turns on the TV and opens all the doors and windows (so it's freezing), lights a cigar and watches a battleship documentary. He didn't speak a word to me. I'm freezing.
I survived my first day of Out of the Box (yay!)... there was so much cool stuff. These 4 year olds which took over QPAC got to do breakdancing, edible art, wearable art, design a dream home, go to shows, lawn bowls (which looked way cool), tai chi, yoga, Zimbabwean storytelling etc etc... even if I did have to start at 8am (gr gr gr). Have another 8am start tomorrow but for 7 hours of lift driving, as opposed to my 7 hours of commissionairing today which is fun (I get a radio!).
I'm typing really hard, hoping to piss off Dad.
We get OUT OF THE BOX t-shirts... they're really fitted and since it was so cold I got party hats. But the hot new usher was working so there weren't any complaints from me, I assure you. And I looked pretty hot too. Maybe because I was cold, tired and hungry, hence slim. And with headlights.
Got to work closely with Chas today, and she rocks and is really funny... makes time fly. We had a ball!
My QPAC roster for next week is really amusing... the word "Theatre" is spelt "Threarte" which is interesing. And I have a Duty Manager shift, which is also somewhat amusing. I'm assuming that's a mistakes as I haven't been hired for duty managering nor been trained. But oh well, first time for everything hey. I've got three commissionaire shifts too, so maybe they're trying to line me up for a wee promotion. Who knows. I actually really like working the doors, though I would like to do more commissionairing for the responsibility and power.
There's a cool robot at OUT OF THE BOX. His name is Tubby and he rocks. The kids just get so astounded when they see him... he's scarily realistic.
...zzzz... so, so very sore... my knees are killing me...
10th June 2002
Yesterday was Stu's uberific BBQ... and had a blast (despite vomiting after cheap champagne... that wasn't uberific but somewhat exciting as I haven't vomited since grade 5 I think, and it's not nearly as bad as I remember it). Everyone who is anyone was there (sort of) and it was all tremendous fun. 'Specially the uni soccer game afterwards, where I bonded with super-hetero blokey boys for some reason. They were very very funny. That may have been why.
The soccer audience of about 10 of us, had many cheers of positive reinforcement such as "go you little fat kid!" and "put your skirt back on, you big pussy". Not to mention "man on" about a billion times and the odd "high tackle".
Am still embarassed about vomit on Stu's footpath. I wanted to clean it up, but he wouldn't let me. He has the nicest parents, and now they're going to hate me. Ggrrrr.
Slept in to 9am this morning, then had breakfast before curling back to bed and sleeping again until 12:30pm. It's also a public holiday, but since I'm in study week every day is a public holiday!
7th June 2002
Mildred Benson has died in Toledo at age 96 this week. She is better known as Carolyn Keene- authoress of the Nancy Drew books. She was only ever paid $125 a book, and never received any royalties. I think my fave was Mystery at Red Gate Farm... it involved a cult and money counterfeiting I think. I always enjoyed Nancy Drew (with her friends Beth and Georgie? I think that's it... Beth was the fat one) more than the Hardy Bros who were kinda annoying.
Had "coffee" with Rish and Lou today... I say "coffee" as the waiter forgot to add the coffee to my white mocha. Hence I had a mug of hot milk and white chocolate. I didn't realise however until I'd almost drunk the whole thing and there were no coffee stains at the bottom of the mug. I just thought it was crap coffee and I did realise it tasted weird. The froth was nice though. I'm such a dick.
Conducting prac was ok... better than expected actually... assignments all handed in, so fingers crossed.
I am having anti-couple rage. Two of my friends, this week alone, have entered new relationships. They had been single for less than a month. How do these people bounce happily from one relationship to another with minimum pain whilst I have been single forever? Am so not impressed.
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
4th June 2002
Miyako Yoshida did Odile/Odette tonight and was amazingly stunning... her Act III variation of 32 fouettes in groups of 8 separated by pirouettes was incredible... so steady... she's the equivalent of Darcey. Ivan Putrov took Siegfried tonight. He had a really shaky Act I. I prefer Robert Tewksley so much more, more masculine and athletic though Putrov has a better elevation.
Teehee ballet talk.
I almost cried in Act IV tonight, it was the best I've seen it (though I didn't see it with Darcey as I was in the wings). And I had another buddy! Woohoo!! She was wonderful too.
3rd June 2002
The world is not entirely bad after all-
You can probably view the link on my NY Times membership, if not just get your own. It's really easy and it's free and the NY Times is really interesting (honest!).
11:30pm- Work was irritating. I'm not sure why. Some of my fave staff were on, and I even got a trainee buddy which is always fun (unfortunately not the devastating handsome new usher who was also working, but no matter, we shared the changing room beforehand hehehe). It may have something to do with that I worked on Set Down after the show, which was pretty much the only aspect of QPAC I loathe with a passion. Ross Stretton was there tonight, the Australian expat now artistic director of the Royal Ballet.
I blew (no pun intended-read on) my week's budget of $34 today in the art gallery shop (stupid meeting at art gallery putting me so close to stupid shop- meeting was fab btw, so exciting can't wait for concerts to get going). Two wonderful books of erotica, one from the 17-18th Century and one from the 20th. Let's just say that all those charming people from the 1700's in powdered wigs and such were really into scat and golden showers. I'd scan some up to prove my point, but Tripod would probably boot me. Also, Rembrandt often drew his wife taking a leak in the woods.
Am also having a major panic on how much work I have to do and how little time there is to do it (anyone who tells me that I should've started earlier will be shot at this point). In working out a rough timeline, I neglected to include that Tuesday is completely out as I'm at uni 11-3:30 and then working at night on yet another Swan Lake. I have a conducting prac on Thurs, which I'd love to webcast for the sheer humour of it all. But my score preparation with coloured pencils must be tops to cover up the shitty conducting I'll be doing. And then there's this little 3500 word lit ass due Friday (thank god I've actually been organised and only need about 500 more words on the fucker) and a harmonic exercises folio (ho ho ho).
Argh.
2nd June 2002
I'm quite excited (no, not another prank call) but because someone found I Rock Your World on google.com! Hurrah! I have been successfully searched. Admittedly they were looking for Lady Hillingham, who does indeed exist on I Rock Your World.
A freddo frog to the first person who finds Lady Hillingham on I Rock Your
World!
11pm- I hope you're all watching Miss Universe. It's so much fun and tremendously intelligent. The finalists: Albania, Russia, South Africa, India, Germany, Cyprus, Canada, Panama, China and Venezuala (who have won 11 out of 15 contests or something like that... my money's on her).
It's wonderful just for the beautiful frocks... you should've seen the frockery in the opening parade! Australia was some awful Indian Jones thing with akubra and whip. It didn't show any skin which is why she's not in the Top 10. For shame Australia, for shame. And quite frankly the stereotypical costumes didn't quite cut it. For example, the Chinese girl was only in a cheongsam. Where's the bicycle, the fried rice, the chopsticks, the Ming vase, the lotus talk, the triangular hat and the red star cap (on top of the triangular hat)? And the Dutch girl was carrying tulips. I hope she was also wearing clogs. The Carribean girls were of course the most outrageously dressed in the comp with sequins and feathers and bikini tops akimbo.
This must be a serious competition because the judges include a Survivor winner and an R&B recording star.
The Cyprus girl is so stunning, as is India.
To hell with the swimsuit and evening gown comps, let's skip to the interview portion. That's the best bit. I should be taping it for a drinking game... every time a girl says "world peace" or "working with children" you take a shot.
On the plus side, the telecast is full of shirtless washboard ab latino dancing boys. You can always have a few of them lying around for decorative purposes.
1st June 2002
I wasn't going to put an entry in today but something quite amusing has just happened.
I was just prank called.
I left school two years ago, and yet I just received a prank call. I'd actually drifted off to sleep, so I'm quite pleased it woke me up to be honest.
I realised it was a prank call pretty early in the conversation as the caller introduced themselves as "Peter... we met at the Wickham". I didn't remember any Peter but anyways this was obviously false because-
- It has been well over a year since I was last at the Wickham
- a strange boy wanting MY phone number would be such a miracle and rare event that I'm likely to remember it for some time.
That, and there were boyish giggles in the background. Somewhat amused where this would end up, I protested my ignorance but didn't hang up. Also I was still somewhat sleepy and out of it. I moaned and grunted a lot.
Anyway, I think it was Charles Story (to hell with libel laws, if he reads this, once I'm finished eating my hat I'll delete his name). I'm assuming this as the caller sounded like him. I'm also assuming though that he has learnt to use a telephone.
Hopefully they'll ring back. I could use some more amusement, being stuck at home on a Saturday night.
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