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VIEWING ALL POSTS FOR: JANUARY 2007

Monday, January 29, 2007

10:04 PM
Posted by jodi rose

I took myself off for an adventure this evening. Just couldn't stand being at my desk any longer, or walking the same newtown streets one more time, looking at familiar trees, people and dogs. Ran into Nick M as soon as I left the house, he was out scouting for locations to run his sound experiments. I can't wait. Seriously, wandering around listening to cut-up spatialised white/pink noise is my idea of a good time. I know, slightly weird. But surely in the best possible way. Did a similar research test for the acoustic lab at sydney uni last year (before it went up in smoke), listening to the same bars of an aria from 32 different spaces in the auditorium through their modelling software and anechoic chamber. Cool. Although if you spend longer than half an hour in one of those, you do go mad. According to John Cage.

Then halfway down the block saw a lovely girl I know from around, who almost came out with me for a drink but was too tired after gym and swim. The very charming people at redfern cellars helped me choose a cheap bottle of sav blanc to take with me to the park under the harbour bridge - and very drinkable it was. Sent me off with the advice to choose a word and graffiti it everywhere, then I'd be famous. Had to break it to them, I kind of already am, but for bridge recordings. 'Aha', they replied, 'that's why the harbour bridge'. Well, kind of. I'm going to cogitate on my next phase of the project. Who knows what insights may come, under a bridge. The intersection of the wealthy an dispossessed, powerful and homeless; divinities and mortals as Heidegger would say. All drawn together in - or under - the bridge.
Wash away this displaced anxiety and get back to the task at hand.

just for a break from the same old refrain, do you ever wonder why people lose their childlike sense of wonder? this fascinating global dialogue platform attempts to answer many such questions. check it out.

Monday, January 29, 2007

12:20 PM
Posted by jodi rose

actually, it's getting through the days that's much harder.
somehow, trying to conceptualise the details of this completely over-the-top global symphony is far easier at night. the world opens up somehow and you can drift across space and continents more freely.
ach, jodi, I can hear my scottish friend saying; lighten up!
hmmm. I decided - in relation to this transit lounge radio conversation project - that an even higher level of self-discloure was in order. something about transparency of process and embodied social networking. yes, really. if you're going to be out dancing on the edge of the abyss, it may as well be spectacular. that's the thing with aerial work, everyone is waiting for the performer to fall. therein lies the thrill. we're relieved but maybe a little disappointed when they remain aloft. suspended in flight, not earthbound like the rest of us.
the wonderful sue deg used to tell me during her training in flying trapeze that every day was an excercise in courage. you have to keep being brave and step up on that platform one more time, and let go.

enough quotidian philosophy, it's back to budgets and filling out forms.

Monday, January 29, 2007

12:44 AM
Posted by jodi rose

Had a convivial evening last night playing boggle and 'thinkfun' car puzzle games with garry, helen, robyn, oskar, rubin and terry. lots of fun. reminds me that ridiculous things can offer simple hilarity.

And maybe it's a simple post-indulgence response, and I should stop being so bloody melodramatic. I don't know though, what are artists for if not to live at the edge of bearable experience and report back?

Then there are days like this when the tenuousness of this life really gets to me. when does it stop? I know all stability is an illusion, everything passes etc etc but am I even doing the right thing? is there a right thing? I need a sign. please give me a sign. now.

I'm so deeply tired and fragile right now. For all the friends and laughter and adventure, sometimes you just need someone to be there. In those quiet dark moments. The way a gentle lover strokes your face. Completely undoes me. Fleeting encounters shouldn't be allowed to be so tender. It's all so meaningless. And I need it to be real.
I need it to last. I need it to be about me. Not just random girl.

Is that such a lot to ask? Someone who actually cares for you?
I don't think so, but it seems like way too much in this world.
Just keep letting go. Damn that free will palaver.

So I sit in the park, looking out over the soft evening light, planes twinkling in the sky as they bank steeply from kingsford smith, bats swoosh and rustle above me. And I dream and hope that this will happen before I'm old and bitter and cynical. Not long now ;)

I can't keep clutching at ships or passing llamas.
Following worn out dry breadcrumb husks through forests down twisting paths in failing gloomy light.
I need more than this.
I need something vibrant and real and alive and rejuvenating.
I need an actual human being with me, not the idea of perfection.

Man, it's so painful being alive sometimes.
No wonder we all do things to take the edge off.
... whatever gets you through the night.

A friend said last time I was visiting him in berlin; I read your blog - you're so honest. (yikes). yeah, well what's the point of making art out of your everyday life if it's not going to be painful and raw sometimes. we can't all be polished perfection tanned and toned and buffed for best possible display.

I'm crumbling inside. Again.
How much do I hate this feeling.
but at least it's better than not feeling anything at all.

Watching the planes, I'm starting to dream of berlin. lovely.
feeling displaced from my life here, as though marking time in a strange unreal world, real life is waiting somewhere else. it always is.

Friday, January 26, 2007

11:54 PM
Posted by jodi rose

red, black and yellow flags galore at the Yabun 2007 concert today down in victoria park. heard some local indigenous music, and some of the 'young black and deadly' performers, including one 12 year old girl with a heartbreaking voice, who sang 'in the arms of an angel' as though she'd been living a life of pain and sorrow for fifty odd years.

sia and renee called me from the eleanor schonell bridge in brisbane, where they were trying to listen to my permanent installation of the live sound from the cables (which the council seems determined to keep secret online!) we got them working, although cable 8 seems to be broken again, but cable 4 sounded fantastic - first time I've heard it live and with the buses going past. the composition sounded pretty damn good too, if I say so myself - will put it up on last.fm once I get through this round of proposals for jan 31 deadline.

back to the drawing board, if you know any bridge engineers or monitors, please get them to contact me. it'll be fun, I promise!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

11:57 PM
Posted by jodi rose

moments of focus and inspiration mixed. not a second too soon!

watched 'the girl on the bridge' tonight. one of my favourite melancholy existential movies. ahh vanessa paradis and daniel auteuil. so depressiv and hypnotically sensual. Desperate, lonely outsiders who find luck in each other and create their own strange faith in life.

'It was so dark, it's hard to say who rescued whom.
There is no wrong road, only bad company.
Hang on in there, all it takes is a girl on a bridge with big sad eyes.'

Thursday, January 25, 2007

10:18 AM
Posted by jodi rose

HAPPY BURNS NIGHT

"Hendrix. Moon. The Gallaghers. Forget them.
More than 200 years ago one man from Scotland out-rocked them all.

Robbie Burns.

Party on Burns Night and revel in the unique humour of Burns and Scottish comedy."

Or as they said at the Beasties Burns Bash I attended last year - with a sit-down haggis dinner for sixty and raucous poetry - Robbie Burns was a Dirty Bastard! Wearing the badge today in hounour of this occasion, will try and find some haggis neeps and tatties to go with my whisky.

Having a moment today, missing Glasgow and all the delicious people there. It's a lush grey drizzly day here - my favourite weather, much to the disgust of all those who are forced to endure it all the time and would much rather constant sunshine. That melancholy northern soul of mine just craves the respite of these gloomy days.

Long chat with the magnificent miyuki last night, who told me I'm top of her blog aggregator and she wants to be a trashbag like me. Oh dear, reputation, what reputation?!?! There's no need, you are completely amazing and wonderful already! It's so essential to have contact with people out there in the world living on their own terms, who resonate on a similar frequency and can replenish and revive both of your hope, joy and optimism simply through a conversation and laughter.

'Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Always be a little kinder than necessary...' J.M. Barrie

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

6:59 PM
Posted by jodi rose

A friend has to find a 'responsible adult' to accompany her home from an operation next week - oh dear, good luck I said, when she asked me. Of course, I will - but you know a six-year-old fixed me with a penetrating stare and asked me the other day:
"are you a kid?"
hmmm. well the jury's still out on that one I think.
Went to visit Julaine this afternoon, she's the most grounded person I've every known. Something like a guru in friend form. We talk about all kinds of esoteric and other things; I was telling her my moment of clarity about finally feeling that I have nothing to prove. To anyone.
about anything. And she looked at me for a minute and said; 'Well you know that is one of the four of those things... what are they called?" "Pillars of wisdom?" I asked. "Maybe, them. Anyway, one of them is 'to your own self be true. The other is not to take anything personally - compliment or criticism, and I can't remember the rest. But they work for me." She was the person who said to me in a dream once:
"Life is a dance between you and the rest of the universe. Just keep dancing!"
Someone else reminded me recently: "There are no rules"
and you know what; I have no idea what's come over me this last year but for some reason I've been trying to be more 'normal'. balanced, sane maybe - but whatever 'normal' is, I'm not doing it anymore.
I'm not even going to TRY and pretend to be normal. You either get it, or you don't. That's the beauty of embracing eccentricity early in life.
There's a Grace Slick song I love, from my mum's copy of 'Dreams', which says 'If the people don't seem to like it, that's ok, let 'em go. Someday they'll sing a song of their own." That's where I'm at right now. I've heard the bridges singing, and you know what? They're calling me back. This moment of respite and ordinary life is almost over. Those bridges have got some more to say, and for some reason, I'm their chosen conduit. Oh yeah, there's nothing normal going on here baby. Let's face it, as Andrew said in the thermal baths in Slovakia almost exactly a year ago now (mmm hot baths cold snow): You're not living a normal life, Jodi. Oh - really? That's ok.

smoke from the bushfires is making the city lights hazy, the rain is still hot, and wild electrical storm purple lightning dancing across the sky.

Monday, January 22, 2007

10:25 PM
Posted by jodi rose

everyone in the house has flipped into some kind of delirious state.
lisa's writing heavy metal lyrics for her fireman friend, in between supervising the on-line and post-production for a doco. so far the titles are: nasty girl; you're not my friend; and die asshole die. hmmmm maybe reflecting a little stress there. louise and haysie have cousin reece visiting, and sister shari came down for the aboriginal islander dance co gig with erth at the carriagworks yesterday, and they're all making strange whistling sounds and giggling a lot. Rachel is still in malaysia visiting family, we assume she'll be back eventually. I'm working on my decadent tendencies; having felt compelled to drink all the red wine and whisky I could find in the house after lou reed the other night (which wasn't much luckily, 1/3 glass and 2 shots respectively), I'm now on the chateau cardboard with ice. mmmm classy. listened to the choppers for hours on saturday night, searchlights on high beam as someone had shot at a cop, so the entire suburb went into lockdown. the paper reported it as a minor incident, nothing like the riots a few years ago and not an indication that the crime rate was rising. don't want to scare away those property developers now, do we. or the new theatre crowd, who still look a little incongruous and nervous walking down from redfern station. no, actually it's good that the whole 'ghetto' mentality is slowly breaking down, this is possibly the only area in sydney I'd want to live.

excellent, the girls are going out for apple crumble and ice cream. wilson st crew, you rock!

had some fabulous epiphanies out walking this evening, am almost certain that I saw the comet from sydney uni footbridge - it was hovering near the new moon, all yellow-orange with a pulsing shimmery tail. this project inventory is fantastic, I've realised that basically I just need an international team of bridge collaborators to shr all these wild experiences with, so working on the entourage now.
applications will be considered, if you bring special skills, experience or buckets of cash. other offers taken under consideration privately :)
might as well enjoy this strange sonic art celebrity while I can.
thinking a bevy of toyboys in every city across europe.

here's a cute endorsement from my long-suffering travel agent, the very gorgeous and fabulous marc at newtown flight centre:

"Have I told you how much I love your life!
You need to write a biography!
It would ROCK!!
Marc"

Monday, January 22, 2007

5:02 PM
Posted by jodi rose

So there I was at the state theatre ticket office, where the very helpful VIP door person made a few calls, got the magic word from the lovely ben - who was already in 'control position', but had the power to open sesame with a nod - and whisked me inside to the dress circle. I've never been up there before, it really is like being in the gods, almost touching the largest chandelier in the southern hemisphere. The audience was amped and over-excited, electrical anticipation crackling through the room. Of course the real magic was Lou, whose voice is something out of this world, so intimate and grainy, wrapping you in his world of decadence and sin. The set was amazingly sumptuous, those paintings of decadence and decay highlighting the musical ambience, and floating behind the beautiful short films. Gorgeous, an absolute treat for the senses. I had to get up and dance during the encores, along with most of the audience, who seemed equally thrilled to be there. Next stop, Berlin.

Met up with Sofie and Simone yesterday, had a private tour of the carriageworks and long chats with everyone we saw - it's great to have this space open and to feel part of the community of local artists. Found our way to uberlingua in the decrepit abercrombie hotel for a drink afterwards - it's quite a trip, amongst all the glossy shiny sydney bars, to find one that is almost abandoned, with a secret entrance through the back garden, and old ratty couches everywhere. Stumbled into the dank musty bar where surprisingly you could get a drink, and chilled out to the mix of world, dub and various beats. Fiona dropped in for a while with Sam, having finished their spruiking duties for the performance space and video installation, but we scared him away with raucous tales of debauchery in new york. mainly from simo, who had just returned from a trip there with circus oz, then holiday in cuba - we're planning to go back this year for revolution day on 1 jan.

Drifted on to the spiegeltent and checked out the bossanova - more sedate than we expected, then sim talked to some friends who waved us in to see la clique. Different line-up to melbourne, but still the wonderful hula-hoop, trapeze and burlesque artistes, and a sense of glamour and subversion. Delicious. All up it's been a great festival experience, the only thing I really wanted to see but missed was the slieemansongs but can catch them in europe over summer. Just love seeing all those sold-out shows - such a VIP princess.

Today has given me a reality shock with short temp admin job - renewed focus to get all those proposals written up and funding applications in. Although, the money always comes when you need it, just takes a little faith sometimes, and some ingenuity.

This morning I woke from a dream in a taxi leaving the carpark of some theatre, huge crowd outside, when I see mr lou reed in his red t-shirt, and say hey, Lou! thanks for the f&*kg amazing show, I loved it! He leans in, kisses me lightly on the lips through the window and jumps into his chauffered black SUV, speeding past the crowd. I felt so peaceful and happy when I woke up.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

1:54 AM
Posted by jodi rose

boarded the magic wishing ferry at 2.25, aptly named 'supply' with gorgeous bright red seats.

ask and ye shall receive, as they say.

also be careful what you wish for.

it may amuse some of you to know that I have pretty much built an entire art practice on wishing and intuition. backed up with some solid admin and networking, rounded off by various sonic experimentation.

so, I started with some gratitude for the abundant blessings of life - not having a religious background of any kind, I get to make this stuff up - then moved on to reflecting on where I'm at and what needs to happen next; then got down to some serious dream-life sculpting.

cruised past bridie's old warehouse where I had piano lessons as a teenager - learnt 'sitting on the dock of the bay' for our concert one year. now of course it's all apartments and plush offices. ah sydney.
you break my heart.

then again, maybe it's good to have your heart broken regularly, so it can stay open. this had heartbreak written all over it from the start. according to mr leonard cohen; 'there is a crack in everything, that's where the light gets in.' yes, love surprises us in all our cracked and broken dreams, we keep falling apart at the seams. (oh dear it's late and time for bad rhymes. sorry). just need more practice.

don't know if it's the fringe, or the time of year, but people just keep responding to me so positive and friendly, absolute strangers will smile and say hi as I walk past; the lovely coat-check boy at mca today told me; 'you're the nicest person we've had in all day'. 'oh dear, you poor things,' I replied. 'see', he said to his colleague, 'she's fabulous!'
oh yes, more of that. and all the rest.

actually had a fantastic time in the video art exhibition from the pompidou centre currently on - way more fun that I was expecting.
wonderful monologue by jean-luc godard on the process of writing and film-making, looking at an empty screen and filing it with waves; a very satisfying piece with a huge eagle tearing apart an artists studio; breathtaking nam june paik installation 'the moon was the first television'; and a couple of interactive pieces, one in a series of empty corridors, which I decided to run back through, and just caught a glimpse of myself disappearing round the corner on each new monitor. that attendant was laughing at me too, now I come to think of it. impromptu video art performances for the amusement of the staff - what else is there? chatted with the very lovely mark about a life swinging from grant vine to grant vine, and the holes in between.

soon there will be audience enough for these shenanigans, it's nice to be semi-anonymous and falling off the radar. 2007 is going to be big and crazy, I can feel it now. life as art. bit like teaching cliche, if you can't live it, make art about it. and this, my dear friends, is it.

Friday, January 19, 2007

11:02 AM
Posted by jodi rose

having one of those days when everything feels like you're in a movie.
walked past the portuguese ethnographic museum of australia this morning, a modest yellow brick cottage next to the park with who knows what treaasures inside. no opening hours, will try and go back.

also the brain and mind research institute with a very spartan logo and no other info - imagined all kinds of slightly sinister scenarios. the island, for instance - ewan mcgregor and scarlett johansson, not aldous huxley.

passed a toyshop and had to go in and find some playful trinket, the music playing was all too apt for my state of mind; jangly twangy guitars 'it's all how you look at it, and how you look at it is really up to you.' indeed and it's looking damn fine from here.

today is the new moon and at 3pm sydney time you can make a wish. or ten. be careful, you know they do come true.

found a wishing tree!

one of them is: 'I met the daughter of the head of folly today. if you guys read these, i wish she would email me, we have no way of contacting each other.' cute.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

11:31 PM
Posted by jodi rose

I woke up happy today and ate a mango.
which just goes to prove that liz gilbert was right, when she says that we are all the architects of our own happiness. nothing has changed in my life, externally or materially. sometimes the happiness just bubbles up. and you have to keep swimming with it, towards it, in it. we'll float. take life as it comes. ahh pj.

yes, it's another post-experimental music demented rave. at the factory, on victoria st enmore, great venue, cinema and cafe along with large theatre room. lots of lovely people there, chatted to nick who gave me tips on new music interface conference coming up, and long talk with sherre about the way your priorities change over the years, public art, theatre, radio, love, life... and skin care.
the music started with a minimalist trio of laptop, tuba and accordion, all using extended techniques and making barely there noises; followed by solo prepared guitar and a post-modern jazz band bleeping crazily.

then I went downstairs for conversation and couldn't really get back into the headspace. besides which, managed to focus for about a minute today on writing proposals and think I could manage another half a page or so before the fairies drag me away to play.

homework assigned to me is 'say yes to all social invitations'. brilliant, I love this woman. of course I have power of veto if they're criminal dangerous or insance, but as we know those are all relative. also to review all projects and work to strengths, which funnily enough are concept, writing and directing more than nitty gritty doing. I knew that, but didn't realise I could actually play with it consciously. the joy.

oh yes, this year is gonna be fun. I can feel the berlin frizzle already.
listening to margaret throsby interviewing dianne reeves this morning, for an expert in the gentle art of conversation, she (MT) confessed in that quintessential abc classic fm smooth listening voice: "I love rock'n'roll and play classical music here very politely". sherre nixed the music idea in the transit lounge radio podcasts, apparently the legal framework hasn't been entirely mapped out yet, but it could be an expensive nightmare. so it will just be you and me and a boundless ocean of conversation. c'mon on in. the water's full of jellyfish.

oh yeah. just had an invitation to the spring festival in ljubljana which my slovenian vj friend is running. followed by a summer tour with the bridge controller he's building. yes yes yes. life is very good.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

2:36 PM
Posted by jodi rose

'In order to discover new lands, you have to be prepared to lose sight of the shore'. (Andre Gide)

Take the risk of saying YES.

E pericolos sporghesi (badly remembered italian)
It is dangerous to lean out.

No, it is dangerous NOT to lean out.

Spontaneous art proposal workshop with Robyn downstairs over coffee:
It has to be juicy, sensually infused, intellectually charged and brilliantly executed.

In Vietnam the future is imagined as coming up behind you, while the past is in front of you already known to rearrange as you remember. The only time you can really change is the present moment.

Fear can stop your loving
Love can stop your fear... but it's not always that clear.

so ends the esoteric quotes section of the day.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

12:52 PM
Posted by jodi rose

won't you change me... ah the joy of yo la tengo.
speeding motorcycle of my heart,
speeding motorcyle won't you change me,
speeding motorcyle don't you drive recklessly
speeding motorcyle of my heart.
genius.

reckless driving it what it's all about.

picking myself up off the sidelines here, dusting those red sparkly shoes and getting out to dance with life again.

went out to see the comet last night, but no view of horizon.
Could feel those cosmic rays though, beaming down with new energy. Saw something but I can't tell if it was the comet or a star. Just like life really - is this a ten-minute flash or something that will shine on?

Wandered past carriageworks on my evening walk, and decided on a whim to go see the show. It's quite bizarre and fabulous suddenly having a theatre right there on my block. Luckily, it was last night of Batsheva dance Company 'Mamootot', which was absolutely amazing.
So glad I drifted in - the most incredible dancers I have seen in years.
Had a very funny time chatting with people about what exactly might happen in that reserved seat I'd chosen to sit next to - hey, you promise interactive theatre, I want total immersion! - created a nice air of uneasy anticipation in the audience, who didn't know what to expect. In the event, the dancers mostly just sat beside us, breathing heavily and recovering in between movements - until they all walked around the space, randomly choosing people to hold hands and make eye contact with. Lucky me, I had a long moment with an absolutely gorgeous man who had the best mischeiveous grin ever. Fabulous.

Made me wanna get up and dance. Swam 12 laps this morning.

Monday, January 15, 2007

11:17 AM
Posted by jodi rose

So, I walked in the park this morning. Amazing how a simple thing like fresh air, ducks and water lilies can change your perspective. Highly recommended. The bellringers at sydney uni were practising some of their of their more obscure repertoire, one piece sounded like a scarlatti piano sonatina I used to play - but then again it could have been chopin. trilly yet sombre. Visited the fabulous statue of Gilgamesh tucked away down the hill from a sports oval. Four metres high and a metre wide, he has treetrunk thighs with a short tasselled tunic, long flowing curly beart, a sword in one hand and a lion under the other arm. Very imposing yet kind of friendly. His story is:
'Gilagamesh, Assyrian King of Uruk during the third millennium BC is part god and part man. (well, aren't we all!) He sets out on a quest to seek immortality. In the course of his quest, he finds compassion, friendship, courage, love and peace.' It reminded me about one of Justin's rants in Mario's years ago, when travelling the world to record bridges and make music was something I dreamed of doing but hadn't started yet. He grilled me with lacanian pyschoanalytic theory, went next door and bought the book - here, come back to me when you've read this - I can paraphrase it for you to one sentence.
Basically, the ONLY moral imperative is: don't give way on your desire. Whatever that desire may be. Each time you let yourself down, or give up on yourself, something erodes and starts to eat away at you. So, best just get on with it. Whatever that desire is. Of course, if more people actually read Lacan he'd have a lot to answer for. I wonder if you could use it as a defense in a court of law?
Anyway, conversation radio and global bridge symphony it is. Bring it!

Sunday, January 14, 2007

10:30 AM
Posted by jodi rose

now i'm having fun. slightly bizarre, but fun nonetheless.
went to lucy guerin show 'structure and sadness', a dance piece based on the west gate bridge disaster in melbourne in the 70's. some beautiful movements and moments, the dancers created a fantastic cardboard city then trashed it, built and burned bridges ending in a neon homage, with dark twisted sounds.
gorgeous.

hung out with sarah at the courthouse after - had to escape circular quay just teeming with tourists - and chatted about life, love and work. funny, she's turned out to be one of my few friends who is in touch and up for going out regularly. we have a good time on the complaining couch and get back into life refreshed and rejuvenated. (do do dooo dododo do I want something else to get me through this life - playing on radio sunday morning).

more like a litany of complaint from my nyc friend last night, here with one of the big international festival stars and fully having the red carpet laid out. what a strange experience of the city that must be, everything on tap, whatever you need, just say the word. Whereas I have to go helsinki or slovakia for that kind of treatment. Being irish, of course, he can drink and talk for hours; but despite the relentless cynical asides and swinging into town on the uber-cool rock'n'roll circus, he turns out to be smart, funny, dark, depraved... and sweet. in fact one of those totally unique sharp intelligent deeply disturbed perspectives on the world that can be strangely compelling. lordy. the kind of conversation that keeps unfolding possibilities, oblivious to all time and space, but only lasts for a moment.

we met up after I saw my brother alex's band john columbus at the cat and fiddle - cute indie pop rock, some great lyrics and melodies and special outfits - then narra's band volgagrad - fanastic wild russian criminal music - at the spiegeltent, and wandered around the city bemused by the alternate reality of all the young things out in their sparkles and cologne, short short skirts and tight tight jeans. it's another planet out there, no wonder I rarely leave the house on a saturday night. more like a berlin conversation than a sydney one.
had a moment of thinking this is not my home. get me out now.
it's funny how places lend themselves to different styles of communication - sydney is all 'how important are you, show me your cv', while berlin is 'hey, cool, you wanna ramble around and rock out?'
ah hell, am essentialising and simplifying wildly but you know. looking forward to much to being back there, and having conversations. love it. social networking and podcasting - but really just an old fashioned chat. website up soon for the transit lounge radio. time to make potato salad for kim's birthday picnic down in jubilee park, very appropriate.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

10:16 AM
Posted by jodi rose

architecture speaking and a boundless ocean of conversation
sorry I have to refer to my notes for more, but it was good!

Sunday, January 7, 2007

12:01 AM
Posted by jodi rose

well hello.
am burning the midnight oil again. despite best efforts to maintain some semblance of balance in life, am caving in to obsessional urges once more. oh well, why fight it?

the holiday is almost over, I have refurbished some of my wardrobe and sewn a few brand new clothes - which is very exciting in theory, but they all look a little weird in practice. some kind of zen excercise for me to master in not getting disappointed when reality doesn't live up to expectation, I presume. Also the very therapeutic effects of slowly clearing out all those cut and pinned bits of fabric, making them into wearable items will hopefully release a little of that 'finishing things' energy towards other projects. and in the meantime, I have some way kooky orange huck finn pants and a very fancy dkny vogue pattern cross-over jersey top in wild tropical flower print. now just have to leave the house to show them off. that could be a problem, am getting more and more hermit like - it's that cancerian impulse. move sideways or stay in the rockpool.

what else? ah yes, spent the entire day listening to abc radio while I sewed - it was very educational, and entertaining. great re-runs of shows I missed during the year in their summer season; an interview with daniel lanois (world guru music producer), some experimental soundscapes; a lovely piece by sherre about her year in belgium and all the flea-market finds she shares with her parrot; history of the first computer built in australia in the 50's (siliac - not sure if spelt right); an anorexic girl talking about the voices in her head telling her that food was bad and even toothpaste would make her fat - lordy am I tired of living in this culture that demonises flesh so thoroughly. Maybe it's time to move to mauritius, where I've heard it's appreciated!

anyway, still doing my level best to be grounded and present in the moment. here now. on a daily basis, and existentially.