I watch her movements. I was greatly tempted to move closer and risk being seen. The girl, in her red hood and bodice, dancing around suggestively in among the wild flowers. She didn’t know I was there, but all the creatures in the forest were watching. I could tell she wanted to be seen. That’s why she wore that bright costume. I saw her earlier; flirting with that wolf, showing him everything she had hidden in her basket.

Lounge rooms across Australia have erupted into division

regarding the value of all this reality television.

Well, it’s official: the world is going to hell in a hand basket. It is clear to me that man’s inhumanity towards man knows no bounds and that even as I write, Great Cthulhu must surely stir in his slumber ‘neath R’lyeh, sensing his imminent freedom. No matter where I look these days, I cannot buy caramel flavoured milk.

Today there are horses bolting

out of the sun, towards us

in a snort of black heat.

Close your eyes and the likeness

of a sun remains somewhere, there

in the dark of your brain-eye, rising

Over the university break I attended the Students of Sustainability conference in Brisbane which focuses on social justice and the environment. There I was informed on many issues. I discovered that the land which I was standing on was stolen from its traditional owners, the Turrbal people. I learnt about the past and continued genocide of the Aboriginal people, about the new push for an expansion of nuclear industries in Australia, about the urgency for us to act on climate change, about the growing exports of coal from Newcastle and Queensland further locking us into climate disaster and the struggles of palm plantation workers in Indonesia who earn only $1-3 for a full days work.

You’ve got to be media savvy,

You’ve got to decode the encoded.

Damn Arms and INTERNATIONAL NOISE CONSPIRACY at the Bar On The Hill 9/04/2006

The time has come for us to put on trial

the army of men who are living in denial,

under the belief that a few strands of hair delicately spread

The Cecil Synopsis - The Measure of a Man

Dolly Magazine made me the man I am today.

I love the significance of others. Of myself. Mourning the loss of people. Celebrating what they left behind. Like a detective. The footprints of those who have come and gone. Imagining what they were like, what it was like to be them, stealing the best of their times.

It would be fair to describe Christophe Fauviau as a fanatical tennis dad. In an effort to gain the upper hand for his two children, Fauviau resorted to the unorthodox and rarely used method of drugging their tennis opponents with Temesta. An anti-depressant, Temesta causes extreme drowsiness. Unfortunately for one of his son’s opponents, Alexandre Lagardere, this proved fatal. Lagardere crashed his car and died after a tennis match.

“You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.”

The Knife

Rabid/EMI

I read an article in today's Sydney Morning Herald that said that young people are spending a heap of money on mobile phones and electronic entertainment. It's true, I spend way more than I should on my mobile phone. At the moment I'm probably averaging about 4,000Y ($47) a month in prepaid recharge cards. This is mainly because I keep calling my family back home and international telecommunications in Japan are amongst the most expensive in the world. But it got me thinking about the place and priority of mobile phones and communications in general in our lives.