the Sleeper Agent · 03/01/2010 01:51 pm by Bron
It is the Sleeper Agent.
It waits, silenced by sunshine and lollipops.
Caramel-skinned, she puts a finger to sticky lips.
Disguised by time and distance,
(mis)taken for only a memory.
animal kingdom · 13/12/2009 10:52 pm by Bron
Robina: “Not in my bed, and not in your bed, but maybe in a room with 30 other people around.”
That girl cracks me up.
Purpose-built · 07/12/2009 03:35 pm by Bron
There is a pianola in my hallway, jacked up on planks of wood.
The plan was to move it into the lounge, but it won’t fit through the door so it has to go back to the folks’ place. The removalist never showed up, so dad intends to move it himself: he’s put his purpose-built wheels underneath it, and he is simply going to wheel it down the 9 streets back home.
I can’t wait to get a photo of this.
Demerit point(s) [2]
Lasseter · 06/12/2009 07:35 pm by Bron
This time it’s not the wind in the trees, and slowly we see a red cloud of dust coming down the road. When they pull up I wander over, embarrassed. I speak to the South African first; he gets out the passenger side. When I see Paul I feel even stupider. He’s gorgeous. I can see a few scars on the side of his face, but he has this gentle demeanor that is so unexpected out here.
The next day I am shy in the backseat. We pass a lot of camels. I feel the road slide beneath us as we fishtail along the 300km to Yulara. I have butterflies and I’m blushing. It’s completely ridiculous- maybe it’s the heat. Nic does most of the talking. She asks if they live out here with their families. He says it’s just him and his dog. That’s all he needs.
[October 09]
Pink Triathlon · 21/11/2009 10:06 am by Bron
Medium course, 25-29: 00:44:42 (av. 00:47:31, fastest 00:38:25) 16th out of 43
| 200m swim | 6km cycle | 2km run |
| 00:05:16 | 00:26:23 | 00:13:02 |
I felt pretty good just having done this, but with no prior training I found the run a big shock to the system. Any time I exercise I get a killer headache. I’m not really sure what to do about that, but I’ve got to keep up some level of regular activity. The sun is out, when the clouds aren’t.. it’s good to get amongst it.
Pacific garbage gyre · 11/11/2009 10:16 pm by Bron
I saw a short clip on Hungry Beast tonight about a trip some photographers took to Midway Atoll near the Great Pacific Garbage Patch in September, where the ocean currents sweep tonnes of trash and plastic into a synthetic soup.
I’d heard of it before but I’d never seen it or any of the consequences. Chris Jordan’s photos show how albatross swallow an array of plastic bottle tops, syringes and lighters to regurgitate to their chicks back on the atoll. The chicks stomachs become filled with this plastic, and unable to digest anything they starve to death.
I remember taking the ferry from Mumbai over to Elephanta Island earlier this year, watching everyone throwing wrappers and rubbish over the side of the boat, perhaps appalled more by the fact there was no hint of guilt or shame on their faces.
Everything has to end up somewhere. We’re all leaving such a nightmare of a legacy.
More photos on flickr.
Demerit point(s) [1]
guilty-pleasure Wednesdays · 28/10/2009 10:04 pm by Bron
Hungry Beast followed by
Saffran’s Race Relations followed by
The Movie Show.
an enquiry · 06/10/2009 09:51 pm by Bron
“and so how’s dan, is he still enjoying his job over there?”
“yeah fine.”
“does he have a girlfriend?”
“I don’t know.”
“you’re not his girlfriend anymore are you?”
“no mum.”
“you’re just good friends.”
“yes.”
Friends. you always stuck to the idea we were never friends before we hooked up. I disagreed. I thought it was a short friendship, but all the same. Acquaintances maybe. And then it all fell apart- you said you didn’t want me as a friend. You had enough people to have coffee or see a movie with. But we tried, we patched something together, and for the most part it’s held alright.
Good friends. I guess I still think of you as my best friend, but I struggle with this a lot. How can that make any sense. You know too much, but then not nearly enough. What does that say about me?
School friends. This is how you described us to the owner of the resort in Bicheno who took our orders and seemed confused when you said you were from Canberra, and I was from Perth. I don’t know if we would even have said two words to each other in school. But better to lie one way rather than the other. just good friends.
***
(last night in Hobart)
you have questions hanging on your tongue,
I can feel them held back over my shoulder
But you will never ask
because I am not your problem any more.
As I hold my breath to stifle tears
all you do is say ‘your heart is beating really fast’
But you will never ask why
because you don’t really want to know.
And you will wake up spritely tomorrow morning
and bounce out of bed, because it’s
a new day
and how can I blame you for that.
Demerit point(s) [3]
a road to Gabbin · 27/09/2009 10:03 pm by Bron
In Bencubbin- I went for a walk from the Caravan Park back through town, and down a long narrow road that leads to Gabbin. It was afternoon, and it was golden. I was alone with the wildflowers and the weeds edging the wheat fields. I unplugged my ears to listen to the silence. And at that moment I was so incredibly happy to be exactly where I was. Swimming in the bright silent sun. How often does that happen?
mark January · 26/09/2009 11:31 pm by Bron
I went to see a man about a dog today. He said I should have a leash on this puppy in about 4 months.
Maybe it’s bullshit, but it’s something different and that’s worth a shot.