"Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again." (E.M. Cioran)

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


(painting by Audrey Kawasaki)

NYE tomorrow. Sometimes this part of the year gets to me more than others - and it certainly is this time around.
A sense of being at a loose end, despite having masses to do and things I've left unattended for way too long. A lack of energy and yet I'm generally feeling antsy - almost tearing-my-hair-out antsy. Two days waiting for a table to be delivered, so I can reorganise my studio, yet it hasn't arrived. Will it turn up tomorrow? Or do I have to spend another entire day at home - waiting?

On Saturday, I unfortunately had to go to town - a major mistake of course, considering it was Boxing Day and opening day of the sales. These days, the God of Mammon is certainly bigger than Jesus, especially over the Christmas period! Streets were packed like sardines - no exaggeration. One entire block was completely jammed with an all-Asian crowd (yep! not one white Australian to be seen), waiting outside an expensive watch shop and 'Hermes' - their arms full of 'Prada', 'Gucci' and 'Louis Vuitton'-emblazoned shopping bags. At a pedestrian crossing, a tall, bored-looking tourist kicked a pigeon away pompously with his booted foot, after noticing it was near him as he made to cross the road - as if it was nothing more than a piece of garbage.

Trying to negotiate my way through this sardine can city to a couple of places was sheer hell - almost impossible. At one point I was forcefully shoved by an oncoming woman - difficult to see properly, as she was closely in tow behind her boyfriend - when we had opted for the street gutter at the same time. I was determined not to brush them with my umbrella or body as we squeezed past each other, but then - THE SHOVE! My body was heaved into a parked taxi - sharply. I quickly turned around with a "You fucking bitch!" retort, only to immediately see that she was a good 6 months pregnant. Indignant, they both abused me back, telling me to watch where I was going. I told them I was, but they continued - defensively glancing at her swollen belly and then at the surge of stoned-looking consumers moving past in both directions, who then stared at me as if I was the devil with their vagued-out eyes . Enough! I turned and moved away. I hate people sometimes.

And now, to twenty-ten. Let's hope it's a good one.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

That Time Of Year Again

Another year winding up and I find myself more time-poor than ever.
Since I live very close to the city centre, I get to see the worst of what comes with the end of year meltdown in Sydney town. Sweltering weather, sunburnt tourists, inebriated people everywhere and the usual orgies of over-consumption. And then there are the music and arts festivals......
Anyway, I'll try to do some posting when I can and I should warn you that I'm going to start putting some music tracks up shortly as well - some tracks of mine and a friend's. - just some things we've been working on (most likely more of his, due to my work commitments). They're available for public listening and download on fairtilizer under the names Hieronymous and Onni in the meantime.