TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

9:52 AM
Posted by jodi rose

I could get used to this kind of life. Early starts with Ari getting ready for school, drop into the greek ladies cafe next door for a chat with whoever is at the big round table, fee invited us to a bar opening on friday night above double happiness - will be in flinders, but don't know if I could scrape together an outfit groovy enoughy for a hip new melbourne bar - not quite above all that fashion palaver just yet. Loving my new kitchen stool haircut from sue, all flicks and curls that just mess themselves into shape. then back to emer's to catch up on the world in my computer, which I'm struggling to get back into, truth be told. having fun masquerading as a human being, with a life outside crazy art projects. Still dreaming of sewing and baking - weird I know.
Also going through all the hundreds of photos stored on my hardrive and selecting some to print and get out of that bottom drawer. so to speak. it's just not the same looking at them on a screen. in fact life isn't the same looking at it on a screen. that hunger for the real, the authentic. drives us. a whole middle class movement towards the 'handmade' - at great expense and made by other people of course - anything to counteract the intensity of disconnection from the processes of making and to authenticate that instant consumer lifestyle. I'm in a strange position, being aware of my need for 'authenticity' however fake, but also able to create most of those experiences for myself.
A nice reminder of the essentials in life, going feral in brunswick for a few days. Very like my childhood - but amazing how much effort you need to put into keeping things real, not buying toys, making whatever you can, spending time with your kids and completely engaging in their world. A small dip into that ocean for my just now.

It's funny, talking with friends about what I'm up to (which is 'not a lot' for a change), I realise how addicted other people are to my life of constant travel. There's a palpable sense of disappointment when I say that I'm staying put for a few months, but then an 'ah' of relief and excitement on hearing of a trip to Berlin in March. I guess we're all living vicariously to some degree through each others experiences.